"Geez, Dad, how much weirder can today get? I mean, first, you had me shoveling cow poop out of stock pens with no shirt on, and now you tell me to strip down so we can shower? I mean, together?"
I looked at my son, Evan, with his stout, stocky body that is a little on the chubby side, who stands only 5' 9" tall, with his wavy, unruly dark hair, and thought to myself, Matthew, your two boys couldn't be more different. Evan is nothing like his brother Tyler, but he is going to get fucked nonetheless.
I replied, "Weird? Like my eighteen-year-old son saying, geez and poop? What the fuck is up with that? You are a grown-ass man, son; you can say, 'What the fuck, dad' and 'Cow shit.' I'd respect you much more as a man saying that than those gay-ass soft-term words."
Evan just stared at me as I kicked off my boots, unbuckled my belt, put my fingers in the waistband of my underwear, and, in one swoop, took off my jeans and drawers, allowing my six-and-a-half-inch flaccid cock and heavy balls to drop against my thighs as I stepped under the rain shower in the New Barn and adjusted the water to allow warm water to flow down my back.
I lathered my body in Old Spice Body Wash and stepped to the side, allowing the shower jet that is waist high to spray against my hairy ass. looking at Evan, I said, "You aren't going to wash the sweat and shit off of yourself from there!" Then, I motioned for Evan to join me in the shower area.
Evan removed his clothes and took his right hand, and attempted to cover his flaccid cock and balls as he walked towards the shower area. I watched as he walked, noticing he had a good amount of chest hair covering his chest and a thick happy trail line of hair traveling down to what appeared to be a nice thick cock and heavy balls. Evan stood with his back to me, and I smiled to myself. as I secretly thanked him for showing me his firm, full ass that was indeed covered in dark hair that continued down his thick legs.
I thought, yes. I am going to plow into that firm tight man's pussy!
I said, "You know, back in the day, Dad didn't have this fancy ass barn, with all these shower jets, or that steam room over there with those redwood benches, or a shelf full of thick towels. Nope. We had to strip down naked and jump into the creek to wash off. He eventually built the shower by the Club House, and we could wash off there before going inside, but I must admit, this is a lot nicer, wouldn't you say?"
Evan looked over his shoulder toward me and said, "You guys stripped down naked and jumped into the creek?"
I said, "Yep. Then we rode our horses, or in the truck, back to the old barn in just our nasty underwear. Mom wouldn't allow us in the house dirty, so we did what we needed to do to be half-assed clean before we went inside. That meant cleaning up in The Club House. Back then, it was Dad and his brother Jim, your great-granddad, sometimes Jeremy, and sometimes Michael. But Mike is six years younger than me and Jeremy, so by the time Mike was working with us, we had that old shower in the old barn and a dedicated ranch truck."
I paused, laughed out loud, and continued on saying, "Those were damn good days."
Evan seemed to relax a little and slowly turned to face me, shampooing his hair. With his arms raised, I could see his entire body.
I looked at his cock, as quickly and calmly as I dared. His dick looked to be about six inches in grith and about three inches in length.
I casually began to wash my big dick, lathering it up really well, and said, "I should turn on the sauna. After a good shower, it's relaxing to sit in there and sweat", I said, laughing.
Evan was quick to reply with, "Yeah! Sure, why not?"
I moved to the control panel and made the proper adjustments before walking back under the rain shower allowing the water to wash the suds off of my body, making sure to lift my cock up in my hand so the water could beat down on it as I softly moaned.
Evan finally asked, "So, all you swam naked and showed together naked, and just like, saw each other, you know, naked?"
I laughed and said, "That's a lot of using the naked word, but yes, we did. That continued for years. Hell, we still do. If Michael and I are working down here, shit, even Angel and Jeremy again, and if we are dirty, we shower and clean up. See, we are Daniels men. We all have huge cocks," which I held high in the air with my right hand, "and big balls, so there isn't any shame in our game!" Again, I laughed out loud.
Evan slowly turned towards me, backing further along the wall, allowing the water to run down his back, and began washing his hair, which allowed his front to be seen.
I casually looked at his crotch and saw a very thick dick, most likely six inches in girth and but only about three, maybe three and a half inches in length, nestled in a patch of very dark curly pubic hair. Hanging low between his legs sat a very large, heavy-looking set of balls, with the left hanging lower than the right.
I moved slightly to the left, exposing my full frontal, and saw Evan look at my crotch, then quickly look away.
I said, "It's okay. You can look at my dick. It's only natural. You don't have to be shy; I mean, I looked at Dads, hell, even Granddaddy back in the day, and, well, everyone. Dad's is as thick as a fucking beer can!" Laughing, I said, "And as long as my forearm too!"
Evan looked at mine and said, "Dad, your, um, yours is pretty big, for sure!"
I did the trick my dad does, I cupped my balls, raising them, along with my dick to my belly button, then let the balls drop as I twirled my shaft around a few times and then repeated the process.
I said, "I've never had any complaints. It's eight inches long when hard. How long is yours when it gets hard? It sure looks thick as fuck!"
Evan said, "Dad! For real?"