At 7:00 a.m., I was sitting in my favorite chair, in my favorite robe, drinking my favorite morning drink, which is coffee and Bailey's, in my favorite room of our house, which isn't just a room but a glassed-in sunroom with a fantastic view of the pool and past the pool to the open pasture land of my Texas ranch.
It was a cold morning, but I had the propane heater burning at full blast and open fire in the fire pit, so the room was warm.
Tammy had already kissed me goodbye and driven away. A coffee cup with red lipstick on one side, still full of coffee, was on the side table, and I could still smell her Chanel No. 9 perfume.
Angel had already called to say he left the ranch to deliver a load of cattle to a buyer in Oklahoma; the boys were back at college, and the Ranch Foreman was running the barn. My day seemed to be starting quite dull. Until the phone rang...
"Hello, Shiro. What's up?" I said into the receiver.
"Good morning, sir Dean. I am sorry to bother you, but I was just informed I do not have class today at the university, and I was wondering, sir, if I could be useful to you today or not. I am sorry if I am interrupting." Shiro is constantly apologizing.
With my right hand playfully cupping my balls, then raising them to my shaft, then dropping my balls and twirling my fingers around the shaft of my dick, I suddenly felt the tingle of blood stirring through my cock, feeling my big eight-and-a-half-inch cock growing hard. At the same time, visions of Japanese butthole danced through my mind!
"Shiro. My boy Shiro. Yes, you can be of service." I said into the receiver.
Knowing that Maria would soon be here to clean the house, I reluctantly, but also with great pleasure, stood and started walking to the master bedroom to dress.
"Just stay where you are, in your cabin. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes. What I need help with, you can handle at your place. You know me well, son." I am sure my tone and the laugh I ended the call with told Shiro everything he needed to know because he said, "I will be waiting for your arrival, sir."
Dressing in a felt cowboy hat, jeans, without underwear, and a tan work shirt, socks, and work boots, I drove the short distance to Shiro cabin, located on the property in a grove of trees by the pond.
Before I even reached the porch, the door opened, and Shiro stood aside so I could enter. "May I take your hat, sir?" he asked
Sitting down in a wooden side chair, I said, "Yes. And you may remove my boots and socks too. Are you wearing lacy panties under those slacks? Or a slip under that shirt?"
Dropping to my knees to remove my boots and socks, he said, "No, sir. I am not. I was dressed for educational class, and I am wearing my underwear. Would you like me to..."
"I would very much like for you to put on your yakata and sandals and nothing else. You know I like seeing you bareassed in your yakata. Go on. Go put it on. Then bring me a Ukno no Chikara with a shot of Vodka in it. Wait. Make it a double shot!" I instructed him.
Shiro only nodded, slightly bowed, and turned and walked away to his bedroom.
I moved to the leather sofa, stretched my long legs out, put my bare feet on the coffee table, and removed my shirt.
Shiro returned, wearing the colorful pink, light blue and white robe, carrying a tray with a glass tumbler with my drink on the tray.
Handing me the glass, he asked, "Would you like a foot massage, sir?"
I said, "I'm thinking of a whole body massage, but yes, you can start with my feet while I drink my drink. Then I'll have to stretch out on your bed for you to work on my body. Do you have your electric blanket on?"
"Indeed I do, sir. It was warming for you," he replied.
I smiled and nodded my head. The boy did, indeed, know my intent.
Shiro massaged my feet while I drank my water and Vodka.
