I was spending the day with my boys and my son-in-law, my lover.
With Angel, Michelle, their two kids, and Shiro living on the property, I feel I've lost most of my privacy. So yesterday, I had a security firm drive out and install an alarm system, complete with motion sensors and cameras around the property. With the system I purchased, I will be alerted if anyone enters the property through the main gate or walks within 50 yards of the main house, my home, or the new barn. Tammy initially questioned my request for the security system, but I argued my point, and as usual, I won.
She knows I like to sit outside in my terry cloth bathrobe on the back patio, with the robe untied and open. I enjoy the fresh air and breeze cooling my dick and balls. Also, I often skinny dipping in the pool early in the morning or late at night, and she occasionally joins me. The naked swimming would not be acceptable for our family members to see. Tammy finally admitted it was, indeed, the best idea and that we needed extra security.
So this morning, when I walked into the new barn and saw Matthew working on his truck, which was up on a lift, shirtless and sweaty and talking to someone I couldn't see, to say I was startled would be an understatement. Why had my alarm not sounded when Matthew's truck entered the property? He and whoever was with him had been her for a while.
"What's up?" I asked. "Did you enter through the main gate?"
As Michael walled out of the tool room, he said, "Thank God you're here. He is being a bitch about all of this mechanical bullshit."
"I am not. Yes. How else would I have driven in? Michael, you just won't listen. And..."
I cut Matthew off by saying, "Michael has never been a mechanic. That is why he is a Doctor. And Matthew, you don't have much patience with your brother. So what's up?"
Matthew explained his brakes were squeaking, and since he and Michael have three days off together, they thought they would take a day and do a few things they had been putting off and just spend time together, starting with working on Matthew's truck.
"Well, all of you should have taken a trip. You know Michael isn't a handyman, and Matthew, your temper isn't the best."
We joked for a while, and then I began to take control and help replace the brakes on Matthews's truck, which was difficult. Not because of the work but because they were both shirtless, sweaty, and wearing tight jeans, and their bodies were both beautiful with their masculine muscles bulging.
With just a little grease on their hands and forearms, sweat running down their heads, along their jawlines, and necks, towards their torsos, and disappearing into their jeans, it was difficult for me not to get hard!
And in walks Angel.
Angel is just another pretty boy who isn't a mechanic. Within minutes, he and Michael make an excuse to find another project to tackle and exit the barn. My mind races thinking about my sons. Thousands of times, we have been in this exact scenario. But before a few months ago, I had not sucked a dick, been fucked, or had my dick sucked by another man. Since that has changed, it's as if I have a one-track mind! Dick is all I can think about! But I can never forget Uncle Jim. He started this. Or did he? Maybe it was Dad always walking around naked. Who knows?
Clearing my mind, Matthew and I work in perfect harmony, and in less than two hours, we have had his truck put back together and backed off the lift.
Matthew asked, "Where did the girls go?"
Laughing, I said, "Hell, if I know. Let's go see."
Nearing the cattle barn, we could hear the bellowing of a cow giving birth. Sure enough, as we entered, we saw Michael in his element, shirtless, sweaty, with a bit of blood on his arms and chest, helping a mama cow give birth.
"Hold her legs! I'll pull again! Angel, you dumbass! Hold her tight! Shit! She won't break! Fucker! Don't let me kick her!" Michael was being a rancher today!
"I'm doing my best! I got her!" Angel said.
Matthew started walking towards the pen, but I put my arm on his, stopping him. But not before I got a good feel of his thick, muscled biceps. Damn, he's a fine hard man, I think to myself.
A few seconds later, the mama cow was inspecting her baby bull calf, and the two men walked out of the pen because their jobs were complete.
"What a morning! I miss this! Well, not the mechanic part, but I love being around the cattle.", Michael said.
"I ask you to be a veterinarian."
Michael said, "OK. Ok, so you did!"
"What's on the agenda now?" I asked. "Today is your day to do what?"
