Grandpa D and His Ranch Ch. 36

After the Friday I had, I really wanted everyone to go home so I could relax and reflect. So after we ate the leftover bar-b-q I told Angel, Jacob, and Tyler that I was tired and wanted to be alone.

After a little pushback, they finally left and I got my wish. Silence.

Tammy, Melissa, Michelle, and Tammy's friend Linda were scheduled to return Sunday around 5:30 and I remember thinking 'That sounds like a long time away, but yet it isn't', and that was true.

Early Saturday morning, around six a. m. I dressed and drove the Gator down to the barn. I checked on a few mama cows who were expecting and talked to the hands who were scheduled to feed and water, and after they left the New Barn for the day I went into my office and turned on my computer. I was watching a video of man-on-man sex when Tyler entered the room.

Looking at him, in tight-fitting sweats and a loose sweatshirt, he looked like an innocent young teenager, but in reality, I knew he was anything but!

"What ya doing, Grandpa?" Tyler asked as he plopped down in the chair across from my desk, kicking off his Crocs and putting his feet on my desk.

Raising my eyebrows, I looked at his bare feet on my desk and said, "Son your feet are on my desk."

Tyler smiled his innocent-looking smile, licked his lips, and said, "I remember the first time I tasted your dick, right in there!" and pointed towards the shower room.

I chuckled and said, "But your feet weren't on my desk!"

Tyler smiled back and asked, "What is better? My feet on the floor or my lips around your penis?"

I sighed heavily and said, "Tyler, a lot has gone on lately and..."

Tyler interrupted by saying, "Do you honestly think we don't know what's been going on? Because we do. Grandpa D I'm sorry for my role in how it started, but I can't say I am sorry for what it became, because I am not. We are closer than we have ever been in our lives and I am grateful for that!"

I said, "I wish you knew everything, I really do. However, some things are best left unknown. But I appreciate your words."

Tyler took his feet off my desk and after planting them on the floor, he looked squarely at me and said, "What I do is a lot, sure, it might not be everything, but it's enough. And I understand. You thought you had a special person of your own. One to not share. And one who would give give you exactly what you need, or want, and not be family. I looked for that too. And I really thought Byron would be that person for you especially after Maci died in that..."

I interrupted and said, "I don't ever want to hear that name again. You aren't off base, but I guess it wasn't meant to be. Anyways, I have some work to do."

I stood and walked out into the shop and began working on my 1963 Case 430 Tractor. I had no idea Tyler would jump right in and begin helping me, but he did.

Four hours had gone by before I knew it, and surprisingly we had a great deal of the rehab done on the crankshaft.

I sat down on a shop stoop and said, "Son, we are pretty greasy and dirty, but I sure appreciate your help. I suppose if we put these tools away and sweep the shop floor and straight up a bit, you can head home and enjoy your Saturday afternoon and night."

Tyler shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure. That's exactly what I was thinking."

Thirty minutes later I was hugging Tyler goodbye at the overhead door and then I headed to the wash basin to scrub the grease off my hands, then I stripped and headed to the shower.

I turned the hot water on high, then adjusted the sauna to my perfect temperature of 172° before returning to stand under the rain-head shower.

That's when I saw him.

Tyler was standing in the doorway, butt naked and staring directly at me.

He said, "I did not ask permission that first time. But I am asking today. Grandpa D, can I?"

I nodded my head, as I stared straight at my feminine grandson, thinking how sweet and pretty this young man truly was.

I stood still as he lathered a washcloth with Old Spice Bodywash and began washing my body. I turned around, facing the tiled wall, raising my hands above my head and placing them on the tiles, spreading my legs, and dropping my head, as Tyler stood behind me, washing my body.

Starting with my neck, the cloth of suds traveled down my back, his arms stretching around me, washing my chest, and my stomach, the hot water running down over me, soapy suds covering my skin.

My penis reacted the way anyones would if skilled fingers were tickling the skin of their body. It boned up.

My full, erect very thick penis grew to its full eight-and-a-half-inchs as Tyler continued to wash the sweat and grime from my old skin.

I shuddered slightly when his hand first cupped my balls, covering them in soapy suds. His fingers then began the task of wrapping around my cock, gently washing the shaft, then the head.

I relaxed my shoulders as his hands moved down to my thighs, then my knees, finally reaching my feet.

I said, "Tyler, that was nice but..."

Suddenly Tyler had his body pressed against mine, his chest leaning against my back, his arms once again wrapped around my waist, and he was once again cupping my balls and stroking my shaft.

I only sighed because I knew what was about to happen.

I turned around just as Tyler dropped to his knees and guided my cock into his mouth. My hands instantly went to the top of his head and started to gently pull his long hair as he deep-throated my dick.

I stood up straight, planted my feet firmly on the cement floor, and started face fucking this sexy, blonde man, who I've loved since he was a boy!

Tyler was sucking my cock like only a cock sucker can as I pulled his head back and forth using the hair on his head to guide him when he suddenly pulled back and let my cock plop out of his mouth.

He wiped a stream of slava and precum from his mouth using the back of his hand, and looking up at me said, "Take me into the sauna and fuck me, Grandpa. Please fuck me!"

My cock was literally throbbing as drops of precum oozed from the tip of my penis. Tyler opened his mouth and sucked the salty milk from the head. As he stood and walked to the door of the steam room, I began following him and said, "Ty, you know we shouldn't. You have Robert Wayne and..."

I didn't bother to finish my sentence. I knew what we both wanted.

Tyler laid on a towel and raised both his legs high in the air. I stretched out of top, and as I lay against him, I kissed his lips. His arms hugged my back as my cock throbbed against his pelvis.

I raised myself and guided my long, thick dick to the pink rosebud of Tyler's sweet ass, realizing he still had a very tight man-pussy.

I began the tedious task of pushing Bruiser into his love tunnel, allowing two inches past the head to enter before I pulled one inch out, only to push three back in until I finally had Bruiser buried in the gut of my firstborn grandson.

Then I proceeded to fuck him like the cock craving queer he is.

Tyler's moans and groans and "fuck me" continued as I plowed deep inside his pussy. He had his arms around my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, tears ran from his eyes, his mouth hung open as he raised to meet my thrust as my penis continued to slide in and almost out, side to side, deep in his shit shoot.

Tyler spoke in a raspy, broken voice, "Grandpa, GRANDPA, oh man, I am...

Grandpa... I've got to... I'm..."

And then I felt it! I covered Tyler's mouth with my own and I began fucking his mouth with my tongue as his cock shot rope after rope of hot sticky cum into the hair that covered my stomach and chest.

I broke the kiss and raised on my knees and continued to push Bruiser deeper into Tyler's sweat sweat-soaking body. Tyler began running his hand through the hair on my chest and stomach that was covered in his male seed and said, "I'm still not accustomed to seeing this much hair on your body, but I like it!"

Then his eyes rolled back in his head as my cock started to unload a flood of cum inside his ass!

I said, "There baby boy! Take grandpas cum! Oh fuck, Tyler, take all of this cum!"

Tyler said, "I always will, Grandpa D. I will always take your cum! Fuck I love it! I love you!"

I fell forward, possibly crushing his tiny frame, and again kissed his mouth, our tongues twirling as if in a sword fight.

I raised up and off of Ty, my cock making a popping sound as it exited his ass, and moved up a run of the redwood slat benches as leaned back, my legs spread wide, my eyes closed.

I said, "That was good. Thanks. I needed that. I love you too."

Tyler moved in between my legs and just as my legs felt the touch of his hands, my cock felt his lips. His tongue licked Bruiser, then he used his right hand to guide my semi-erect penis into his hot, wet mouth.

I said, "Ty Bear, you're too damn good to me!"

He looked up at me, with his eyes smiling as he continues to suck Bruiser.

As Tyler continued to suck my now hard again cock, I began face fucking his lips once again. I knew how much Tyler loved a dick in his throat, so who am I not to oblige?

I felt the cum as it began the journey from my ballsack to the tip of my cock. As just as the seed began shooting, I said, "Ty..."

Then I groaned as the man milk shot into his mouth, filling his cheeks faster than he could swallow the load!

Only after he had my balls completely drained, and my penis was returning to a flaccid state, did Tyler let my cock leave his mouth.

Tyler said, "You're the best grandfather a guy could ever have. I love you."

I said, "I love you too."

Forty-five minutes later, as we were dressing, Ty said, "Granpa D. It would be great if you met someone, you know, maybe your own age to be, I don't know, best friends with."

I said, "Ty? I have. His name is Ned and he's a Yankee. But I'd rather talk about it later if that's ok with you."