Our bear hug lasted too long; it was getting uncomfortable. I'm sure the boys welcomed the warmth of Angel and me on their bare skins, and I must admit their bodies felt wonderful, their hard dicks and strong and Jacobs body hair, but it had to end. The bonding time was much needed between Angel and me. So many truths had been brought to the surface. Forty-plus years of secrets on my part. Nineteen years of anger between Angel and I. Yes. This morning was one to have the air cleared.
I slapped both boys on their ass cheeks with firm hard slaps. Not hard enough to welp their skin, but hard enough to leave a red handprint.
"Boys, clean the kitchen and straighten up in here. Angel, you can get your shower, and I'll go to the boat shed and check to see if there's a battery charger in it. We leave this afternoon, so we need to get a move on."
In just my boxers, socks, boots, and Wranglers, without a belt and with the button to the jeans unbuttoned, I walk outside into the hot morning sunshine. The air conditioning in the cabin had the rooms cold, but the Oklahoma sun was already heating up. Taking long strides to the shed, I remember it had multiple extension cords, a boat battery charger, and numerous other tools. Plugging the male end into an outlet l extend the cord to the truck parked by the river.
I attach the terminals and realize this small charger will take a while to charge this big gray Silverado. So, with a task to do, I walked over to the cooler to get a morning beer. Empty. We drank 24 beers last night? No way! Well, maybe we did. I look around, and the evidence proves we did, indeed. I start cleaning up our dance parry, putting the cans, chip bags, a bean dip tub, and... wait. Two used condoms? Who used those? What a party!
I look up from picking up our trash, and I see Jacob walking toward me. My heart almost skips a beat. The brown skin of his muscular arms, his chiseled facial. Features, and the sexy, dark hair on his broad chest between his quarters' side, dark nipples reflecting the sunlight, and wet from sweat, he looks so damn hot!
Wearing only tenny shoes and a pair of white, slightly baggy gym shorts, it is obvious he isn't wearing underwear. His extended sausage package is swinging side to side and looks very heavy. The white nylon shorts did little to conceal this boy's big dick, as sweat formed on his toned eighteen-and-a-half-year-old body.
In his almost bounce of a walk, smiling ear to ear, placing his hands on his hips and spreading his legs a little too wide, his joyful appearance is a welcomed sight. He said, "Grandpa D, can we talk a minute?'
