After arriving at the barn at 5:00 a.m. and doing my usual rituals, which are making sure everyone has the proper tools and means to carry out their duties, and well, to make sure everyone has done what I said to do the day before - along with ensuring no controlled livestock broke out of the barn or any fencing during the night, I returned home at about 8:00 a.m.
Now that Angel is no longer employed at Diamond D Ranch and Jeremy, my first cousin's son has taken over more responsibilities, I try my best to organize as much as I can for him before I return to the house, where I'll wait to see what the day holds for this semiretired ole man.
That's exactly what I had done this morning. Expecting a boring naked morning of hot coffee with a strong shot of Bailey's Liquor and my favorite news channel, I almost dreaded the beginning of a long dull day.
I am arriving home a little later than normal now, so I miss Tammy leaving. (Note to self, begin twenty minutes earlier each day).
Therefore, these past few mornings I have been giving her a call from the truck or the Gator and telling her to have a nice day, yadda yadda yadda, and confirming her expected time of arrival home (one can never be too careful when you live a double life under one roof).
Today, just as in the past few days, I stripped naked in the garage, threw my dirty clothes into the laundry that was built just for my work clothes, walked outside, and stood in the direct sunlight, stretching, feeling the light wind blow across my naked body before I walked into the house butt-ass naked, and started making coffee. Then I walked to my bedroom to shower, obviously forgetting to set the alarm.
My mind raced thinking about Angel. Thoughts of him being at his new job at a major University, no doubt dressed in his preppy business clothes, surrounded by young, studly, male athletes, and young male coaches, not to mention the older, wiser seasoned male coaches who have seen and done all, causing lewd thoughts to flash through my brain.
Hell, just men in general being around him. But Fuck him! He had made his decision. My cock grew harder, thicker, and longer each second as my mind continued to have vivid sexual thoughts of that bitch ass studly son-in-law of mine.
But I didn't touch myself, other than to wash my body using Old Spice Bodywash and shampoo. I just wasn't in the mood to stroke Bruiser to climax. Strange I know. But my mood was off.
I barely dried off with the plush, oversized monogrammed towel before tossing it aside, walking out of the bathroom still damp with shower water, my hair wet and disorderly, my cock staring directly ahead at half mask, my big balls bouncing back and forth, leaving water marks on the marble floor of the bathroom before hitting the plush white carpet of our bedroom, before walking down the hall, through the family room, and into the kitchen, still wet and dripping water.
And there he was. Standing in the kitchen by my coffee maker, casually leaning against the counter, his arms folded, showing off the muscles in his forearms holding numerous papers and folders in his big, strong hands, with a shit-eating grin on his handsome face.
His tight tee shirt showed his defined arm muscles and abs, his tight Wranglers covered his ass well, his worn work boots crossed at the ankles, a shit-eating grin on his face.
I said, "Shit man! I didn't know you were here! What the fuck?"
Jeremy, my first cousin's son and new Barn Manager, said "Matthew gave me the code, but your alarm wasn't activated. It was his idea for me to surprise you, kinda catch you off guard and all. I see he wasn't wrong. He said every morning Angel would come up here because you are the hardest early in the mornings and you'd really dick him down! He and Michael both told me that great sex, about this time every morning, puts you in a good mood, making everyone's day better. You're looking pretty happy right about now." He said as his hand waved some papers in the direction of my cock.
My eyes never left his eyes and I watched as he stared at my cock. My cock. Which was growing to its max at just a little over eight-and-a-half-inchs in length, almost seven inches thick in girth.
I said, "So Matthew told you all of that? And Michael just happened to chime in and agree? And you came up here, to the house, for what?"
Jeremy looked like a deer in the headlights and said, "Um, well, you, well, sir you told me I was to take over Angel's duties, and I have these invoices, and Matthew told me, um, he said..."
I interrupted him saying, "He said Angel's duties required sucking my hard fucking dick every morning? Did he tell you I fuck Angel's ass too? Did he tell I beat Angel's face with my cock before I shoot cum all over it? Tell me Jeremy, what the fuck did my boy say? What did his brother tell you?"
Jeremy replied, in a low tone, "He said it was just a morning ritual and I might want to..."
Again I interrupted, "You might want to keep me happy by sucking my cock? Is that it?"
Jeremy's eyes met mine and he said, "Dean, I wasn't trying to make you mad. The last I wanted was to do was..."
"Suck my cock? Or miss the opportunity to get your face fucked? Because you have not missed that chance! No way, no how! Get your fucking ass over here, drop to your knees, and suck this dick, you mother fucking little bitch boy!"
I said that as my right hand cupped my balls, then let them drop as my hand caught my shaft. Pulling my shaft up to my stomach, I then held it straight out, stroking the shaft as I pointed it directly towards Jeremy's mouth, which was now even with my penis!
Wasting no time, I told him to open wide and I shoved the full length into his waiting mouth, past his tonsils, and down his throat.
Jeremy gagged several times as his eyes began to water and his nose began to snot, then gagged again as I began to face fuck his mouth!
I take no prisoners. I have no mercy!
I was both pissed and pleased with Matthew and Michael. One side of my brain was saying "How dare they talk to Jeremy about Angel and me", while the other side was saying, "Awesome sons! You helped me to break the ice!"
I looked at the clock and saw it was almost 9:00 and my brain went into overdrive! I didn't have enough time to undress Jeremy and give him a proper fucking before Zesta, our housekeeper arrived at 10.
I pulled my cock from Jeremy's throat, releases the pressure from holding his head in place, and took a step back.
I said, "Get up off your knees and gather your papers. I'll meet you in the garage in about 10 minutes. If you want a cup of coffee fucking make it now. I want a tumbler of coffee with three fingers of Baileys in it. Make it. I'll be back. I'll meet you in the garage."
I turned and walked off towards my bedroom to get dressed, leaving a confused and bewildered Jeremy standing in the kitchen. In the mirror above the fireplace, I could see him moving, most likely looking for a tumbler!
15 minutes later I walked into the garage. Jeremy was leaning against my truck, a coffee tumbler in one hand and his Yeti in the other, his papers and files on the toolbox. Offering me the tumbler, he said, "I hope I did this the way you like it!"
I took the tumbler, pointed towards the gator, and said, "Get in." I took a long drink of the coffee, which tasted great, and said, "I'm sure you'll get better."