Grandpa D And His Ranch Ch 35

I sat in my truck, holding my phone for at least 10 minutes before I started the motor and drove back to the house. Parking on my side of the carport, I walked into the house, through the sunroom, and into the den. Behind the bar I poured myself a tall whiskey, swallowed it down then made myself another, only adding a splash of coke.

Then I moved over to my red leather wingback chair and reflected on my conversation with Byron.

"Hello?" Byron's voice was still fresh in my memory.

"Byron, it's Dean. Listen, son, your phone call today, well, it stirred my blood and..."

"I am sorry for that. I didn't mean to!" Byron interrupted.

"Son, let me finish without any interruption. We have been through so much together. Our history is strong. Your phone call today was uplifting. I'm so glad you found someone new, I am. However, that doesn't stop or curve the feelings I have for you and I want you back! Back in my life, back in my bed, and most importantly back in my heart. We can do anything you want. Just tell me what that is. Damn, boy, you are the man I desire! So tell me, what is it you want?"

After a long pause, Byron finally spoke and said, "I just want the memories. I need you to delete my number and forget me. I promise to never forget you, but we can't see each other again. I love Lisa. You can't fit into our lives, I'm sorry. Goodbye, Mr. Daniels."

And he disconnected the call.

Had he really referred to me as 'Mr. Daniels'?

I looked around the room, then stood and walked around the big house, memory after memory flooding my memory bank of Byron, with and without the nightmare of a bitch named Maci, and I knew in my heart Byron was gone, and would forever be. I knew this day would come, and I had always dreaded it and prayed it never would. But it had. And I had to accept that. That was, after all, written in our contract.

I returned to the bar and poured myself another stiff drink then walked out to the sunroom.

Sitting on the wicker sofa next to my lounge chair was Angel.

He said, "Wanna talk about it?"

I said, "About what?"

Angel said, "I'm not exactly sure, but I know something is wrong. Wanna tell me about it?"

I sighed, and said, "Byron called."

Angel stood up and walked across the room and poured himself a drink. He turned and looked at me and said, "I wouldn't tell Jacob that. After everything that happened, I'm not sure..."

I interrupted and said, "I told him I wanted to see him. Hell, I told him I needed him!"

Angel slammed down his glass and glared at me and said, "Why the fuck would you say that? I mean, he's a great guy and all, but Dean! After all that happened! Why?"

I said, "He told me to delete his number and move on. It wasn't happening. Never, ever again."

Angel's shoulders dropped and he said, "He's a wise man. But I'm sorry. Shit, you have never accepted rejection well. Now I guess I understand. What can I do?"

I stood and walked over to Angel and kissed him.

He took my hand and led me out to the Club House.

We stood, kissing passionately, as we began removing our clothes, starting with our shoes until our hard bodies were pressed together.

Skin on skin. The hardness of my thick cock was pressing against the lower part of his stomach and I could feel his long, thick hard cock pushing against my ball sack.

Angel broke the kiss as we walked to the edge of the bed, and he said, "Lay down on your back."

I obligated.

Angel spread my legs and crawled in between my legs, wrapping his hand around my hard cock and guiding the throbbing member into his wet mouth.

I watched as his cherry-red, sweet lips closed around the skin of my dick, and I moaned out loud in ecstasy as his tongue danced around my shaft.

Angel is, after all, an expert cock sucking hunk of a manly man.

Angel continued to make sweet love to my penis with his sexy mouth as his left hand traveled up my body and his fingers gently stroked the rough stubby hair on my chest that needed a smooth shaving.

His right hand was ticking my ballsack, as he twirled the nuts around inside the sack. He finally moved one finger to the rosebud of my anus but did not insert it. Instead, he only toyed with the puckered opening as I ran both of my hands through his hair.

I softly said, "Angel, you are too good to me."

Looking up to make eye contact with me, Angel let my dick slip out of his mouth, and asked, "Daddy Dean, will you please make love to me?"

As I nodded yes, Angel crawled up the body, laying directly on top of me, and kissed my lips as I rolled him over onto his back.

Raising on my knees, I spread his legs as I reached for the bag we jokingly called Felix, our bag of tricks, which held our sex toys and other necessities.

I removed a tube of KY and applied a small amount on Angel's asshole then aligned my cock with his sweet man-pussy and began pushing inch after inch of my dick into his hole until all eight-and-a-half-inchs of my manhood was buried inside of him.

Angel gasp a few times, moaning in painful pleasure as the thickness of the shaft opened up his anus, but slightly nodded approval for me to continue pushing Bruiser into his shit shoot.

Only after I was completely inside of him, did I begin moving my hips back and forth, starting a rhythmic rhythm of slowly fucking my son-in-law, the man I knew loved me the most.

My left arm was holding me up, my body was stretched out over his, my cock buried in his ass, and we were once again one. Angel wrapped his arms around me, and his legs were intertwined with mine.

Angel opened his mouth and softly said, "Dean..."

But I stopped him from talking by placing my mouth over his, kissing him deeply.

He moved his hands up to my head, and pulled my face even closer to his, if that were even possible and we continued the deep kiss as my cock easily slid in and out of his wet ass.

We continued to make slow, hot, sexy man-on-man sex for what seemed like an eternity before Angel said, "Dean, I love you. I will always be here for you. Please fuck me. fuck me or use me, do whatever you want, but never ignore me again. ok?"

I pulled out of Angel, and slid to the edge of the bed, then pulled his body to me. Standing on the floor, I lifted his legs in the air and pushed Bruiser back inside his ass, and said, "Angel I know you love me. You turned me into this queer. I owe you. I am grateful to you. I love you too and I'll never leave you."

And I began fucking the sexy, hunky stud that my daughter married. I watched as his hand held his dick, holding that fucking nine-inch piece of tube meat high in the air as he jacked that beast.

Now my cock was slapping into his ass, my balls beating against his skin, I reached out and took his hands into mine. Our hands were interlocked to hold our bodies close keeping us as one as I pumped my cock into his ass.

I could the cum building up in my nut sack, ready to make the journey up into my shaft and escape out of the piss slit at the tip of my dick and I said rather loudly, "Angel my shit is about to breed your ass, punk! Son? Son? Son! Take Daddy's cum!"

And my nut shot deep into his ass! Rope after rope of hot white, sticky man juice flooded into his anal, soaking us both!

Angel only moaned as his cock went off like a faucet! A thick load of cum shot straight out of his dick, followed by four or five more shots of baby making milk and landing in a puddle around his naval.

Exhausted and on shaky legs, I collapsed on the bed, on my back, next to the stud I just bred.

Angel rolled over and took my cock into his mouth. Using his expert technique of cock sucking, he drained my shaft of any dribbles of cum I had left and was quickly bringing the blood back into the shaft.

I lay there with a smile on my face thinking about how this man excited me as much as he did, and let him continue to blow me.

Twenty minutes later I gave him a taste of the semen he so loves and I said, "Baby I'm hungry. Let's shower and get some food."

Angel replied, "Anything my man wants."

Freshly showered and in clean clothes we entered the house through the kitchen door and I immediately smelled the aroma of smoked brisket and Bar'B-Q sauce.

Jacob and Tyler were in the kitchen, in different clothes and with wet hair reheating Bar'B-Q brisket and pork ribs.

Jacob looked at us and said, "I knew y'all would be hungry. Man sex requires a manly meal!"

Tyler said, "All of us should know that!"