It's Monday, mid-afternoon, and we have long since finished our early afternoon lunch of breakfast foods. Everyone has shaved, showered, smells clean, and has relaxed, and once again, wearing the new boxers and muscle shirts from last night, and now we are enjoying a lazy late sunny afternoon.
Actually, it's been erie quiet; everyone has been doing their own thing. I have watched a little news on internet TV; Angel has been scrolling on his phone, Jacob has watched a thousand music videos with his earbuds in, and Tyler, also wearing earbuds, is playing a game on his laptop with strangers across America.
We are being lazy, almost naked. Too lazy in our boxers! Too quiet in our boxes!
Too comfortable in only underwear!! Too at ease with exposed bodies, but I am loving it.
Is it just me questioning these newfound pastimes? Is it natural to run off to a secluded fishing cabin with your son-in-law, his son, your grandson, your second-born grandson, and your other grandson, who is your firstborn grandson, and fuck each other's brains out and suck their dicks, and then lounge around and watch international news on a TV?
I'm sure it isn't. But here we are.
"Y'all know we fly home tomorrow.", I remind the crowd, not remembering only Angel can hear me since the boys have earbuds in their ears.
"Yeah. I'm not ready to head back. This has been nice and relaxing and, well, refreshing, to say the least. I could stay another week!" Angel said.
"My dick couldn't take that!" I laugh.
"Then take your hand off of it. You've been playing with that monster for an hour now. My ass is still sore from the assault it received last night. You fuck deep, but that mother fucker is so thick in girth it rips my ass open! Like I said, Bless Tammy's heart!"
"Hey! Two things! One a pussy is designed to take a dick. A man-cunt can obviously adjust to love being made to it, though. Two. We do not talk about our wives! Or their girlfriends. I damn sure don't want to hear about my daughter, or fuck, one of my sons for that matter because...."
"Ok, Dean. I get it." Angel interrupts me. " We keep all family talk just between the four of us. I was only complimenting you while also making an observation. Maybe I wish what's in your hand was my mouth. Or maybe my dick is fucking your ass this time!"
We lock eyes for a long time, giving each other a stern look; then I relax and smile, then I smile wider, and I say, "I do love your mouth. Well, maybe not everything that comes out of it vocally, but I love the lips and tongue. "