Grandpa D And His Ranch Ch 40

I was mad. Well, maybe not mad, but very disappointed. In October, of every year for the past 10 years, Tammy and I, along with the Jacksons, Kevin, and Tara, have gone fishing in Portland, Maine. Well, Kevin and I fish. To be honest, I don't know what Tammy and Tara did other than sleep, shop, sightsee, and eat for eight days.

But last year the Jacksons had canceled on us at the last minute. We had already prepaid for our trip, from the airfare to the Air BNB right down to the fishing boat rental, gear, and guide.

I told Tammy I didn't want to cancel due to tradition, but more importantly, I didn't want to lose the percentages of the cancelation fees I'd incur if we did cancel, so instead I set out to convince her we'd make the most of the trip.

Tammy put up quite the argument, saying no to every suggestion I threw her way before coming up with a brilliant idea I would like to take credit for, but can not.

Tammy said, "Listen, you take our grandsons on adventures all across Texas and even into Oklahoma and up to Wyoming, so let's take the granddaughters! They can shop with me, we will sleep late and see, it will be fun! And since we only have 2 granddaughters, and the house sleeps 4 anyway, all we need is their airfare!"

I gave it some thought. She wasn't wrong. The week we spend in Maine is queer sex-free, Kevin and I do not have that kind of friendship, so that wouldn't be an issue. My only concern was my naked morning coffee time, but that had always taken place in our bedroom anyway since Kevin and Tara had been there. Sure, Tammy and I would fuck, we always have, therefore what would change? Nothing.

We invited the kids over, tossing the idea out to Matthew and Lori and Angel and Michelle, the parents of our granddaughters, and much to our surprise they all thought it would be an excellent way for us to spend time with the girls and make memories, so plans moved swiftly for our New England Trip!

We arrived on a Saturday morning and would be leaving the following Saturday afternoon, giving us ample time to enjoy Maine.

The girls were so excited, just as Tammy was.

Our Air BNB was the same as the past 4 years we had stayed in it. I still didn't get the whole concept of staying in a house where you had to fend for yourself, but I had grown more accustomed to it than I wanted to admit. I still like having bellhops and room service, honesty.

We all settled in perfectly, then took our rented SUV on a journey, seeing sights and such before my 6 a.m. cast off on Monday morning. The first two days would be spent at sea, coming back into port on Wednesday, then heading out again Thursday only to end the trip Friday afternoon at 2:00.

I had reminded Tammy of this, telling her she would basically be on the trip with two 14-year-old girls alone. She assured me all would be fine.

At 6 a.m. my Uber delivered me to the location of my guide, and I checked in, getting some bad news from Landon, the owner's son, boat captain, and guide I would be spending the next 5 days with.

My annoyance was through the roof!

I was informed that since Kevin canceled, Landon's dad, the owner of the boat and guide business had booked another fisherman in his place.

I was irritated at myself for not thinking to pay for the full charter so I would have the boat to myself, only Landon and me since people irritate me.

Landon, who is roughly 35ish, is a muscular, tall man, with long blonde hair that he keeps pulled back in a ponytail. His smooth body is very tanned from the sun, from head to toe. Literally. He only wears loose, baggy swim trunks, leaving not much to the imagination, and one can tell his entire body is suntanned.

A few minutes later, a tall, very handsome man, who seemed to be physically fit, around my age, with trimmed white hair, mustache, and goatee, wearing a long-sleeved dry fit fishing pullover, khaki cargo shorts, and flip flops walked in. Ned had two suitcases and a travel bag, making my camouflage duffle look less than adequate.

He very proudly said, "Hello gentlemen, I am Ned! I am on the 6 a.m. Tuna Express!"

Landon made introductions all around, Ned and I signed our documents after reading the rules and regulations and finally, around 6:30, we headed out to sea. We wouldn't return to the pier until 11ish on Wednesday morning. Naturally, I was interested in what would be in those two suitcases and a travel bag.

I asked Ned, "You been fishing long?"

He replied, "I'm 66 years old, and other than bank fishing around the lakes upstate, I've never fished. But man I love your accent! Are you from Texas?"

I said, "Upstate? How much further up could you get?"

Ned responded, "You ignored my question regarding where you are from, but Portland is in Southeast Maine, my wife and I live in Northern Maine. However, this is on my bucket list, and I am excited to be here."

We had made our way out far enough for Landon to drop anchor and the fishing to start.

Again I was annoyed.

Ole Ned boy knew nothing about fishing and Landon had to do everything for him. I felt like I was in preschool!

For several hours I didn't talk to the preschool teacher or his old pupil unless I had to. I had caught some tuna, striped bass, and bluefish, but not the shark I was hoping for!

Landon asked if we wanted to take a break and maybe eat some food, and I have to admit I did. Landon went down into the cabin and started preparing our food while I popped open a beer and took a long draw.

Ned asked, "So are you from Texas? I know it's down south, I am just assuming Texas. I haven't ever been to Texas, but you sure look like what I'd think a Texas man would look like."

I looked at him and smiled. To me, Ned looked like what I remember the Yankees looked like when I worked in D.C. What that was, I wasn't sure exactly, but I just assumed he was a Northern Liberal.

I said, "I am a Texan. Born and raised. What makes me look like a Texas man?"

He said, "Well for starters, you have tanned arms but the tan stops where the sleeves of your shirt would start. You have on boots with those Wrangler blue jean shorts, and those big muscular legs of yours are white. And your belt buckle is a Lone Star."

I said, "You're a very observant whipper snapper, ain't ya there feller?"

He laughed and said, "Are you mocking me? You haven't spoken like that before. And why did you suddenly put a stronger accent to your words? You're both handsome and funny, Texan!"

I didn't get the chance to answer.

Landon yelled, "Lunch!"

We all went down and ate and not a lot was said.

Finally, Landon started talking and told Ned my history, how Kevin and I had done this trip for the past 10 years, how he had been our guide for the last four of those 10, etc etc etc.

Ned said, "Now I understand. I am the new guy and you are well-seasoned. I am sorry I interfered with your trip. I am sure you were expecting something different and I spoiled that."

He sincerely looked apologetic.

I said, "No. Don't be sorry. Sometimes I'm just an old cranky ass, hell I didn't mean to be a mother fucker, I'm just a dick at times."

Landon laughed and said, "It's all good. Don't let that one fool you, Ned! He is as nice as they come! He is a great cranky old ass! Not to change the subject, but my radar isn't seeing many schools of fish close by, so I suggest we go further out if that's ok with you two."

We both said "Sure!" at the same time, causing us to all laugh.

That's when Ned said, "Speaking of dick, I need to pee. Can I..."

Landon spoke up and said "You can since no one is around. I know, I know, Maine and their laws, but we are in open water so if you wanna hang it over the side of the boat and pee, we don't care. Dean here has done it before too!"

Ned headed up to the deck on the front of the boat as Landon looked at me and said, "He asked me earlier if he could pee off the boat. I told him, I said, you know Maine has laws, but he only laughed. I said I'm not paying your fine. Then he asked me, he was like, can I sunbathe nude? And I was like, Dude, this is a fishing boat! Sunbathe? He told me he'd like to be naked, and just enjoy the sun!"

I said, "Well, what are your thoughts on the nude sunbathing? I mean, I've pissed off the side of your boat, but I've never sunbathed nude on it. That might be fun."

Landon looked at me hard for a long second and then smiled and said, "If you're joking, that's cool, but if you are serious, that's cool too!"

I said, "I'm cool!"

Before anything else was said, Ned returned to the cabin sat down on the chair closest to the door, a few feet from us, and said, "That was fantastic! I feel so alive on the water! You men just can not imagine how much I need this vacation!"

What he didn't know - or did he know? - was that the head of his cock could easily be seen since the wide leg of his shorts were so short.

I thought to myself, that man will suck my cock! When I looked at Landon, the fine young stud he was, I could see him looking as well.

I turned to Landon and asked, "How far out are we? I mean, is there any other fisherman around us? Or boats in general?"

Landon stuttered with his reply, "I.. I.. I'm not sure but I can check my screen!"

I said, "Do that. We are gonna have some nasty-ass naked fun!"

Landon, looking directly into my eyes, smiling asked, "Are you into..."

I replied, "This isn't the same trip as in the past. Kevin isn't here. And it looks like Ned wants to be naked. I like naked. And I like... fun. I'll triple your normal rate for secrecy!"

Ned asked, "What are you two whispering about over there? I feel like just hanging out, enjoying the breeze!"

That made Landon and I bust out laughing and Landon said, "I'm checking to see if we have any neighbors around us!"

I went to the bow of the boat and took my piss and I didn't button my pants back then took my shirt off, removed my boots and sock, pulled my belt off and placed it in a boot, and walked back carrying my clothes.

Landon hollered down from the helm, "Guys, I guess we came out further than I realized! We seem to be all alone out here! The fishing should be awesome! And, um, fun is it?"

Ned was on deck when I walked back, and he instantly noticed I had shed some clothes as I walked right past him and down to the cabin, where I dropped my clothes and put on swim shoes. My feet were on fire!

Walking back up the steps I said, "Ned I'd like to work on a full body tan! How about you? Naked is my middle name, unless of course that bothers you?"

Landon was behind me now waiting to hear Ned's answer.

Ned said, "I mean, if Captain doesn't care, um, I mean, no. I don't care. I wouldn't be bothered. Are you sure, sir?"

I laughed out loud and said, "I'm not one to call sir! Names Dean. Just call me Dean, and yes I am sure, and young Landon is too."

Right there, on the bow of the boat, we stripped. All three of us.

Ned was the first to speak when he said, "Holy shit! Mother of... Fuck! Everything is bigger in Texas!"

His eyes were staring at my cock.

I said, "Let's get this out of the way right now. We will all take a good look at the other's dick and then we can be comfortable naked around each other, ok? I mean, we need to be comfortable with each other for this to work!"

Ned walked up beside me and looked at my cock. He said, "Damn. Everything in Texas is bigger. Nice cock, Dean." I nodded and looked at Neds, which is not too shabby if I do say so myself. Hanging low at roughly five inches, with a big fat mushroom head and prominent piss slit, it lay in front of a nice set of big balls, surrounded by long dark blonde hair, that one could see was trimmed to perfection.

Landon said, "Ned, you've got a great cock also!"

I said, "Yes, Ned you do. Your balls are fantastic! And you are nicely trimmed. That's a plus." Then I turned to look down at Landons and I saw a thick, plum round chunk of meat that wasn't but maybe three and a half inches long flaccid, but as round as a coke can, void of any hair whatsoever.

Ned said, "Landon, you shave it all off? I have often thought about doing that! Dean, you're just, just Texan!"

I said, "Personally, I think you both have nice dicks! You're both handsome men with peckers that could please anyone!"

I reached down and cupped my balls, pulled them up to my shaft, then pulled them closer to my stomach before I let my balls fall back into place, and while holding my cock I said, "Guys, meet Bruiser. He never meets a stranger! And he loves a hot mouth!"

Then I walked port side, picked up the big rod with a high-performance reel, and cast a line, as confident as a proud man could be.

I've always enjoyed the fact that I am a shower, not just a grower. My cock hangs down about 7 inches with a massive grith, and when fully erect, it grows to an impressive eight-and-a-half-inchs with a very thick grith. But I love the fact that at first sight, it is a more than impressive penis.

We fished nude for a good three, maybe four hours catching very little fish.

Around four o'clock I pulled my line in put my pole away, and reached for yet another beer. I had drank about 7 or 8 and was certainly feeling no pain!

Not long after I went into the cabin Ned and Landon also came in.

I was sitting on a chair at the table, my legs spread wide and I watched as Ned continued to look at my crotch.

Landon said, "I apologize gentleman. The fish just aren't biting today. I'm not sure we will catch a big one today."

I was fondling my cock and balls with my left hand as I held a beer in my right, and said, "Oh, I think a big one can be caught."

I was staring directly at Ned, who was staring directly at my cock.

Landon said, "Um, I believe I have some work to do on deck, I'm gonna get on that!"

Without looking at him, and maintaining my stare on Ned, who was now looking me in the eye, I said, "You do that."

Once he was gone my cock started getting harder and harder until it simply couldn't hold any more blood. It was standing tall at its full mass, long and thick and twitching on its own as if doing a little dance, with Ned watching.

Ned asked, "What are we going to do?"

I said, "Well Ned, you are going to suck my dick."

He nodded his head in the affirmative moved closer to me and asked, "What about Captain?"

I asked, "Do you want to suck his dick also?"

He said, "No. I mean, maybe? I'm only asking if he's good with this..."

I replied, "Any man who is willing to be naked for hours on in with other men, in a private setting, is ok with his dick being sucked."

Ned asked, "Have you sucked him on one of your past..."

I interrupted his question and said, "Nope. This is a first. Never even seen his stump of a dick."

Ned looked at me and said, "This is a first for me too. I've had so many daydreams and fantasies, I've watched gay porn, but I've never... gotten this close to... anything like this."

I said, "Touch it, Ned. Get the feel of it. Get to know Bruiser, he's friendly, but he will spit on you. Come on..."

Ned crawled down between my legs, his face only inches from my hard cock, and sitting on his heels, he reached out and cupped my balls in his left hand, and with his right hand, he began stroking my cock very softly.

It was as if he was eyeing that new toy he had longed for since a young boy. I let him continue to stroke me, almost tickle me until I saw him lick his lips. That's when I said, "That's right, Ned. Get your lips wet, your mouth too, and cover your teeth with your lips and slide Bruiser into your mouth."

Ned let go of my balls, reached out and took my beer can, and took a long drink from the can before sitting the empty can down and moving over my cock, opening his mouth, and taking his first penis ever into his wet mouth.

I said, "Start with the head, lick the piss slit, taste my precum, then work a few inches at a time further into your mouth."

But Ned had other ideas.

He raised higher, over my big cock, and took the entire shaft in his mouth and down his throat!

He gagged a few times, his eyes watered, but that did not stop him! He had my entire dick in his throat rather quickly!

I looked over to my left and eyed the sleeping cots and I said, "Son, go move over to the cot and lay down on your back."

Without hesitation, Ned stood up, let my dick fall from his mouth and said, "Yes sir, Daddy."

With Ned on his back, his head at the end of the cot, I pulled him a little further towards me and I pushed Bruiser into his mouth until I was balls deep in his throat.

I could see my cock stretching his throat, and although Ned gagged several times, his nose snotted and his eyes watered, he never gave any indication he wanted me to stop.

So I fucked that fuckers face.

My balls slapped his nose and his eyes while he had a hand on each of my hips, almost begging me to fill him fuller! Ned was cock hungry and I couldn't fuck his throat any further or any faster!

I said, "Damn you're a good boy! That's right son, suck Daddy's dick! Fucking take that cock, you little cock slut! Fuck you must be hungry! Hot damn, you cock slut, you can sure swallow a cock, son! Fuck yeah, you can!"

Ned only tried to nod his head, making my cock move around more inside his mouth and throat as I watched his nice, good-sized flaccid cock lay there, not moving, as his legs stiffened and his toes curled!

As I continued to abuse this man's mouth, a man I had only recently met and had nothing in common with, little did I know Landon had cameras on the boat and was up top at the helm of the vessel watching every move, stroking his thick six-inch penis!

I pulled my cock from Ned's mouth and he said, "Put it back in Daddy! Please! Give me your dick, Daddy!"

I walked around the bed and pulled him to the center of the twin-size cot and crawled on top of him and said, "I'd much rather fuck you, Ned. Would like to be fucked?"

Ned's expression told me he had never been fucked, and his voice broke when he replied, "I really don't know."

I said, "I'm not going to do anything you don't want to do, so tell me, Ned. What do you want?"

He said, "I really like to give you a good blow job. Just suck your dick. You can cum in my mouth, for now. This is a dream come true, but it is my first time and..."

I said, "I get it. We can go slow. Sure, son, you can suck Daddy Deans penis. You can suck this penis until my cum coats your stomach. But know this, son. I am going to fuck you, alright?"

Ned nodded in agreement, licking his lips.

I rolled over closer to the wall of the boat and spread my legs as Ned got on all fours and hovered over my cock, bent forward, opened his mouth wide taking my cock into his mouth, straight down his throat, and began sucking Bruiser like a pro.

'No way is this his first time' I thought to myself, 'Damn he's a natural!'

With one hand bracing himself and the other on my chest pulling my chest hair, Ned twirled my cock around in his mouth, going from balls deep back up to the tip, licking the shaft, and then deep-throating me again.

I put my hand at the base of my cock and started stroking myself with his mouth wide open over the tip of my cock and I said, "Get ready son, Daddy is going to cum in your mouth! Suck the tip! Aw, keep him in your... fuck, oh suck me! Suck me, son! Son...."

And my cum shot in his mouth. I pulled his head further down on my shaft and with both hands holding his head down on the shaft and my legs wrapped around his back, Ned couldn't move so shot after shot of my thick sticky man milk filled his mouth and I said, "Swallow it all, my boy, swallow it all!"

When I finally quit shooting my load, my penis softened some but stayed semi-erect and I released my hands and legs from holding Ned down as he raised, he smiled wide, and only a few drops of his saliva and my cum dripped from his lips!