Down on the Ranch
 with Grandpa
(Revised)
 by: Tom Borden

© 2008 by the author

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Chapter 2 

As the rays of dawn poured into my room, I woke the next morning alone. I was naked on my back and my usual morning hard-on was standing up like a soldier reporting for duty. I stared it, suddenly realizing that penis of mine had been in my own dad's mouth and I had, with great abandon shot a huge load down his throat. I licked my lips, certain that I could still taste remnants of my dad's rich sweet cum. Dad had obviously left my room, probably well after midnight, to go back to his own bed with Mom.

As I walked to the bathroom to shower and shave off the little stubble on my chin, I could hear Dad talking downstairs as Mom was fixing breakfast. When I finally arrived at the breakfast table, Dad was reading his folded up newspaper, which lay next to his plate. Conversation was like it always was, just as though the Earth-shattering experience of the night before had never happened.

When we finished, Dad got up and motioned for me to follow him upstairs to his office. He was a well-known corporate attorney and usually went to his big plush office in the penthouse of a large downtown skyscraper. But sometimes, he stayed home and worked in his office there.

When we went in, he asked me to shut the door. He was going to call Grandpa to thank him for all he'd done for me. He put it on the speaker-phone so I could listen in.

"Dad," he said, "I just want to thank you for doing all you did for Brian."

"Shit," Grandpa said, " I jist did what you shoulda done, Joe. You're his dad. He shoulda learnt all that fuckin' stuff from you."

"Well, like I told you before, Dad, I was just afraid I'd screw it up." Dad winked at me.

"Oh, fer Christ sake, how can ya screw up, Joe? There's nothin' to it. Did ya talk about it after ya left here? Are ya gonna git the fuck with the program now?"

"I wanted to tell you, Dad, we sucked each other's cocks last night, and it was great."

"Ya see, Joe? Ya coulda done that in the first place, without makin' me break `im in. Actually, I was glad I did it. I've been a little outta practice lately. Brian's a good little fucker. And he's gonna make one of the best cocksuckers around with a little practice."

"I'd say he's already pretty good, Dad." My dad winked at me again.

"Ya know, Joe. And I keep harpin' on this shit. That little fucker of yers is a man now. All that shit about ya gotta be eighteen or twenty-one, or whatever the fuck it is, is all a bunch of hog shit. When a feller can git a good hard cock and can shoot a good load and have hisself a rippin' good orgasm, it don't fuckin' matter how old he is. If he can git horny at fifteen or younger and shoot a good load of cum, he's a man ready for the joys all men should enjoy. Why else would God give young boys that age the ability and desire to use his fuckin' cock if he thought they should wait until they're eighteen or twenty-one, or whatever the fuck it is?"

"Okay, Dad, I hear you. You don't have to lecture me about that. After all, you taught me that good lesson when I was fifteen. Listen, Dad, I think Brian and I are going to drive back down there this afternoon and stay for a few days, now that the three of us are all on the same page, so to speak.

"Great. That's the best fuckin' idea I've heard all day."

"There's something that concerns me, though, Dad. Harriet. . . . you know, Brian's Mom . . . might be a problem if Brian and I are going to have this new relationship."

"Fuck Harriet!" Grandpa said. "I mean, we can fix that. Bring her along when ya come down. I'll have yer Maw talk to her. Ya know yer Maw knows all about the bonding you and I have done. I don't think she fully understands . . . no fuckin' woman can ever understand what a man needs. But she's accepted it and rachinized it as something good."

"You mean rationalized, Dad?""

"Whatever shit the word is. I guess that's why I sent ya off to that fuckin' college, so ya could throw big words at this old fucker. When Maw gits through talkin', she'll have Harriet acceptin' whatever fuckin' thing you do in bonding with your little fucker.

"We'll be down there in about an hour or so, Dad.

"Oh, one more thing," Grandpa said. "Now I told ya this before, but I don't want ya to put no fuckin' ideas into Brian's head to shave his balls and all the rest of the hair around his cock. He's beginnin' to sprout a nice little bush there. And I could never figure why the fuck you shaved yer own balls, Joe. All them mother-fuckers who shave off their man hair look like a bunch of fuckin' pansies. Jist like a God damned plucked chicken. It's a girly way to be. A man's body hair defines him. It's what makes him a real fuckin' man. Do ya hear me?"

"Sure Dad. But it's Harriet who likes me shaved. Smooth balls feel good on her tongue."

"Fuck her tongue!"

"Okay, Dad. See you shortly."

When we arrived at the ranch, Grandma took my Mom by the arm and led her into the parlor where she had a pot of coffee and some cookies set out on a small table. Grandpa took Dad and me out to the back veranda where we had a great view of the grazing land and the rolling hills beyond. He also brought out a large pail of ice with about a dozen cans of beer nestled in it.

"Sit yer asses down here in these rockers and relax," Grandpa said as he opened a can of beer for each of us.

"Now don't give me no shit about you bein's too young to drink. If yer man enough to git horny and shoot a load of hot cum, yer man enough to swill a can of beer."

I took my first sip of beer. It was nice and cold, which I liked on this warm day, but I wasn't quite sure about the taste. I was wearing shorts and stretched my legs out in front of me to get comfortable. Grandpa looked down at my legs. He reached over and ran his hand lightly over my thigh.

"He got pretty legs, don't he, Joe. Kind of like yers when you was that age. And I'm glad to see that soft hair comin' on them. Like to have them wrapped around my fuckin' back while I give him a good fuck."

Grandpa shot a glance at my dad. "Ya didn't cornhole the boy last night, did ya, Joe? Seein' as though I was the fucker who started trainin' him, I think I should be the fucker who finishes his trainin'."

My dad said, "I was hoping you would do that, Dad. I remember how gentle you were with me when your cock was the first one I had up my ass. I'm afraid I wouldn't do it as well"

I swallowed the last of my beer. "I don't know if I want you to do that, Grandpa. Your penis is so big, I think it'll hurt."

Grandpa opened another beer and handed to me. "Shit, boy, there's nothin' to it. Every cocksucker in the world needs to git a fuckin' cock up his ass. After the first time, they all scream like a bloody cow in heat for more. Trust yer ol' Grandpa, boy. Yer gonna love it."

I began to feel kind of funny. It was a good feeling. I wondered if this was like when guys got drunk. I looked out over the range and saw two men working on some equipment.

Grandpa pointed to them. "Ya see them two young cowboys. See the one with the brim of his hat turned up on the sides? His name's Peter. He was the meanest fuckin' shit head when he started work here. I felt like I wanted to kick his fuckin' face in. So I called him in to the fuckin' barn one day and read him the fuckin' riot act. I told him he needed to adjust his fuckin' attitude. I told him if he wanted to see what mean was, I could be the meanest cocksucker around. I told him that when we left that fuckin' barn, he was gonna be transformed into the sweetest man what ever lived."

"What did you do, Grandpa?" I asked.

"I could tell he was afraid of me, and he sure did learn somethin' that afternoon. When we left there, he had a shitload of respect fer me, and fer himself, too. I taught that fucker how to be nice and enjoy life. I taught him what it means to have a good and friendly relationship with his fellow man."

"How did you do that?"

"What d'ya think, boy? He learned what a good fuck was and how good the cum of his fellow man was. It all has to do with respect, boy. That young feller is now a real pussy-cat. He sees his fellow-workers in a whole different light now. He understands other guys feelin's and their fuckin' needs now. Man-sex is a powerful force that brings men together through respect and understandin'. I now call him 'Peter, Peter the peter eater'."

My dad chuckled. "That's very eloquently stated, Dad. Where'd you learn to be so introspective?"

"Intro what? I jist know how to bring fuckers together with respect and understandin'."

Grandpa was still caressing my leg. I felt his hand moving up inside my short pant leg, and his fingers tickling my balls. I was feeling horny after finishing my second can of beer, and my penis was hard.

Grandpa got down on his knees in front of me. "Pull `em down, boy," he said. "I don't want to see a good hard prick go to waste."

I let him pull my pants off. He peered at my hard piece of meat like he was examining a fine piece of jewelry.

As Grandpa brought his tongue up over my balls and along the underside of my throbbing cock, my dad said, "Do you think you should be doing that here. What if Harriet comes out here?"

"She ain't gonna come out here," Grandpa said. "Yer Maw knows enough to keep her away from us."

Grandpa slipped his lips over my penis and took the full length of it into his mouth. Pulling off for a moment, he said, "Lookee here at this, Joe. You produced a fine specimen of a young man here, Joe. This nice firm head and smooth, straight shaft. It almost makes me wanna cry like a fuckin' baby."

I could see that my dad was also kind of horny as he watched. He let his own pants slip down to his ankles and began stroking. The sight of Grandpa's lips around my penis and Dad stroking his own cock pushed me over the edge. Grandpa continued to run his hands over my legs as he sucked harder and harder, and I began to sink into a kind of drunken euphoria as my orgasm started to build inside of me. The muscle at the base of my penis cramped hard as I felt my sperm surging up my shaft and into Grandpa's mouth. At that moment, I felt the most incredible love for both my grandpa and my dad. It was like the three of us were no longer individuals, but tied inextricably together into one body and soul. As my orgasm subsided, I knew immediately what Grandpa meant about the respect and understanding men have for one another.

When my dad began to moan, Grandpa quickly moved his head over and took Dad's penis in his mouth so he could take his own son's cum down his throat. When it was over, Grandpa sat back on his haunches and smiled at the two of us---his son and his grandson---as we gasped to catch our breaths. He looked so proud of us. And how I loved them both.

When we finally went in, we found my mom just gathering up her purse.

"I'm going to drive back home now," she said. "I don't think I'll stay for dinner. "Joe, maybe your dad can drive you and Brian home in a few days when you're ready to leave."

My grandma had apparently had a good talk with my mom. "Harriet and I," Grandma said, "had a good talk, and I think she has a good understanding of things."

"Yes," my mom said, "I think I understand, but it may take a little while to get used to it."

After my mom left, Grandma said, "She'll get used to it as I have. She'll come to realize fully the special bond men and their sons have and must have."

When we had completed dinner, the four of us, including Grandma, sat at the table for a long time drinking very strong black coffee and talking about things totally unrelated to sex. The price of cattle feed now-a-days, the dependence the ranch has financially on the revenue from the two dozen natural gas wells on the ranch, and the rental of the bull shared by the four surrounding ranches for the upcoming mating season.

Soon, Grandma cleared the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen and retired to her own room. It was about nine o'clock.

Grandpa stood up and said, "Well, you fuckers, I think it's past our bedtime. We can have a little togetherness in that new king-sized bed I purchased last year. What did ya think of that bed, Brian, while you were here that last couple of weeks?"

"It's a great bed, Grandpa," I said. I was beginning now to get worried. I knew the moment would come when I would have to take Grandpa's humongous cock up my ass. I couldn't figure a way out of it.

When we got up to his room, Grandpa stripped off his clothes. "Okay, git outta them clothes and let me look at ya. That's it. Jist my son and my grandson. Three hot fuckers ready to do what God has meant us to do."

My dad said, "What are you always talking about what God has given us, Dad? You've never been religious in your life. Never once been in a church."

Well, I sure believe in God," Grandpa said. "Somebody must have created us. That's my religion. I don't go fer all the fuckin shit churches put out. Churches can go fuck themselves. All they want is to put fear and guilt into ya so they can bilk all yer fuckin' money. It's a fuckin' racket."

Grandpa threw himself on the bed and lay spread-eagle face up. God, was he beautiful in the soft light of a single lamp that stood in the corner. The gentle swirls of hair on his great chest, the thick nest of pubic hair, with a line of dark hair extending up to his navel. His shapely legs covered with hair, and his hairy balls. I'd spent so much of the previous several weeks with my face nestled in the mass of hair that filled his crotch. Oh, how I hoped my crotch would someday be filled with all that man-hair like Grandpa's and like my dad's.

"Okay," Grandpa said, "We might as well git the main event of this fuckin' show on the road." His semi-hard penis began to grow as he talked. I watched it slowly straighten up and expand and lengthen, just like I used to blow up a long balloon and watch it expand and take shape.

While my dad lay on the bed next to Grandpa, Grandpa said, "Git up here, boy and lie on yer back between us."

He shoved a pillow under my hips and told me to raise my legs as high as I could with my thighs against my chest. He told me to hold my legs up with my hands behind my knees.

He looked down at my exposed asshole. "Ooo-wee!" he purred. "Such a sweet virgin asshole. All pink and pretty. Look at that, Joe. This is yer son. All ready to git his first cornhole. Now, boy, before we do anything, we gotta lubricate yer hole so my cock will slide in real nice. I don't use any of that bottled shit. The best thing is jist good old man-saliva."

I watched as he lay behind my ass and pushed his face into my ass crack. I felt his tongue slashing rapidly over my asshole and, as he breathed on it, it felt funny and cool. I could tell he was also pressing on my hole with his tongue. It felt good. My dad was lying beside me and rubbing his hand over my chest and nipples and stomach, while he ran his other hand over my legs, as though he was trying to comfort me prior to having a serious operation.

Grandpa then rose up and mounted me. I felt the head of his penis touching my asshole.

"Okay, boy, I want ya to push yer asshole out jist like ya do when yer tryin' to take a shit. And try to relax. Is havin' yer dad's hands runnin' over yer body help relax ya?"

"Oh, I think it does," I said.

"Now I'm gonna push my cock real gentle aginst yer asshole, and tell me if it hurts."

"No, it doesn't hurt."

Then very suddenly, Grandpa jerked his hips forward and I felt something pop through my asshole. It really kind of hurt. I nodded when he asked me if it hurt.

"That was jist the head of my fuckin' cock popping through yer hole. Now it shouldn't hurt any more as I slowly begin to fuck ya."

I felt the shaft of his penis sliding through my asshole. I tried to relax as much as I good, but it did feel as though my asshole was being stretched open as far as it would go. But then I realized how good it felt as his hefty rod of meat began to fill up my rectum. The slow movement of his huge cock began to feel really good and erotic. Just the thought of my own grandpa pushed inside of me was exciting. I could tell that I was relaxing my asshole more and more.

"You all right, boy?"

"Yes."

"I'm gonna push a little deeper and go a little faster."

As I forced myself to relax more and more, I no longer felt any soreness around my asshole. To feel his enormous tool plunging into my body faster and faster, and harder and harder, I found myself fascinated with the sight of his penis going in and out of my hole, as well as the look of concentration that came over his face. I could see sweat beads forming on his forehead. With each in-and-out stroke, I watched his fine pectoral muscles quivering and flexing. I reached up and took his large, hard nipples between my fingers and squeezed them. His guttural moans told me it turned him on. The swirls of hair on his chest were beginning to glisten like threads of gold from his sweat. I ran my hands over it and sucked his salty sweat from my fingers.

I knew he would be cumming inside of me, but I wanted his stroking to last. I never wanted the feeling of his beautiful cock inside of me to end. I reached down to feel my own penis. It was hard with sticky pre-cum dripping out of it. My dad now had his face down very close to my asshole as he watched his own dad's cock disappear in and out of my body. He lay now in a 69 position with me. His hard penis was just inches from my mouth. I asked him to move closer. When he did, I took his throbbing penis into my mouth. I looked up and saw a slight smile on Grandpa's face as he saw this.

Dad began bucking his hips and fucking my mouth. To have both my dad's and my grandpa's cocks inside of me almost literally blew my mind. In a way, I felt as though my body was being used by them for their pleasure. And I suddenly realized I loved that feeling of being used. Even of being dominated. These two large adult men dominating me for their pleasure sent me into a whirl of sexual frenzy.

I suddenly felt grandpa's penis swelling inside of me. Sweat was now running down his cheeks and onto my stomach and chest. His handsome face was now contorting, and I knew he was entering his orgasm. He threw his head back and waved it from side to side as he gave out several Tarzan-like growls. I felt his cock throbbing against the rim of my asshole with each volley of sperm that shot into me. With each surge of his hot cream, he thrust his cock especially hard into my rectum.

As his orgasm seemed to wane, my dad pulled his penis out of my mouth and shot huge powerful streams of his own cum onto my face. It covered my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, with much of it on my mouth. I licked frantically to get as much of it on my tongue as possible.

Soon, Grandpa, now smiling down at me weakly, pulled out of me with a loud slurp and moved to the side. Just as he did, my dad crawled around in his place and plunged his face into my ass crack. Very noisily, he sucked as much of Grandpa's cum out of my asshole as he could. To have my own dad sucking his dad's cum out of my asshole was almost more than I could bear. My own cock felt as though it was burning up and ready to explode.

I started to stroke my blazing hot penis. Both Grandpa and my dad could sense that, after all I'd just been through, I needed to get off myself.

Dad quickly lay on his back and brought his legs up. "Here son, fuck me. I don't want your sweet boy-cum to go to waste. Besides, it will be the first time I had my son's cock up my ass. Grandpa told me what a hot fucker you are."

Grandpa said, "Don't call it boy-cum, for Christ's sake. It's man-cum. He's a fuckin' man now, like you and me."

I quickly bent down and filled Dad's ass with saliva like I saw Grandpa do with me. Then, with my face still covered with Dad's cum, I quickly mounted him and rammed my cock into his asshole. As I fucked him, he bucked his hips upward in time with my thrusts. It was only less than half a minute when my orgasm overtook me and I could feel my balls pulling up into my body as my cum surged into his ass. I don't recall ever having an orgasm as powerful and long-lasting as the one I'd had at that moment.

When it was over, I kept my penis inside of Dad for a while. He pulled my head down to him and thoroughly cleaned his cum off of my face with his tongue. Then I pulled out and collapsed completely onto his body. Grandpa moved close to us. I felt his tongue running over my ass cheeks.

"Them cheeks is the sweetest little pieces of flesh I ever seed. They taste so fuckin' good on my tongue. Round and firm and soft at the same time. I think I could cornhole that hot little ass agin right now."

I finally rolled off of Dad and lay between them. We were all pretty well spent and exhausted. As we all lay on our backs, they both ran their hands idly over the skin of my body. I did the same, with one hand on each of them. They both had their eyes closed as I turned my head back and forth, looking into each of their faces. I couldn't fully grasp what I was thinking. I knew that I loved them both beyond any rational way of describing it. Grandpa was right. Gaining respect and understanding among us in this way has brought us together as though we were of one body. One soul. My life felt as though it had changed forever through my love for these two wonderful men. Grandpa was also right that no woman could ever understand such closeness that men can develop among one another.

Even though I never wanted to sleep again, never wanted to be unconscious of their bodies next to mine, we did quickly fall asleep, wrapped in one another's arms.

We all awoke at about six in the morning upon the hard rapping on our door from Grandma. She shouted that breakfast would be ready shortly if we cared to eat.

We looked at each other as we breathed in the strong sweaty smell of sex still on our bodies. Grandpa jumped up out of bed and said he'd be the first to take his shower because he had to get outside to get the ranch hands started on their chores.

Before he left the room, he said, "Our fuckin' day down here always starts at six every morning before the sun gits so fuckin' high it starts to roast our asses."

When he left, Dad and I just lay there kissing and fondling each other's bodies.

"It was a good night, wasn't it, Brian?"

"Yeah," I said. "It was more wonderful than I ever dreamed a night could be. I'm not ashamed to tell you, I love you, Dad, more than I could ever love anyone else. Both you and Grandpa are responsible for how I feel . . . for how I'll always feel until I die."

I could tell by Dad's smile that he was pleased at that. He took me in his arms and kissed my face all over. Our cocks were hard again and were pressed together. He suddenly swung around and we took each other's penis into our mouth as we fondled each other's balls in our hands. The strong smell of our bodies was so erotic. Just as we both started to cum, Grandpa walked in and stood watching us with a big smile on his face until our orgasms were over.

"Okay, you fuckers," he said as he started dressing. "Git in there and take yer fuckin' showers. I'll see ya at breakfast.

After breakfast, Dad and I took our coffee out on the front veranda to enjoy the cool morning breezes. Grandpa was busy giving orders to the ranch hands. It was fun to watch Grandpa, that hot looking old cowboy whose cock had been up my ass the night before. Soon, Grandpa walked back to the veranda with Peter, the cowboy whose meanness had been fucked out of him by Grandpa.

"I want you fuckers to meet Peter, the young feller I told ya about. These are Joe and Brian, my son and grandson, Peter. I told `em how I got ya straightened out and how ya turned into one of the best fuckin' workers I got now."

Peter extended his hand. "Nice to meet you Joe, and Brian. Your Grandpa is one of the best ranch bosses I ever worked for. You guys are lucky to have him as yer paw and grandpaw. I wish I'd had a paw like him. He changed my life."

After a few minutes, Grandpa took my dad by the arm. "Come on Joe, I want to show you some changes and new construction I'm planning on. Yer gonna inherit this whole fuckin' place someday when I'm gone, and I thing ya need to know what I'm plannin'."

When Grandpa and my dad left the verandah, Peter sat down with me.

"Well, Brian. Ya got a great grandpa there. He said he told ya about me."

"Yeah," I said. "He told us how he transformed you into a nice person."

Peter chuckled. "That's right. I was a mean mother-fucker. I didn't even like myself. Ya know, maybe I shouldn't tell ya this, but yer grandpa told me how he worked the same fuckin' magic on his own son, yer dad. Did you know he did that?"

"Ya, I knew."

"I was jist kinda wonderin'," Peter said as he looked down at his hands, "if maybe you . . . you know . . . if you got some learnin' too about that stuff."

"Sure I did," I said. "It's the best."

Peter pushed his cowboy hat back a little from his face and smiled at me. His blond hair fell in wisps out from under his hat and over his forehead. His blue eyes almost undid me.

"You know, Brian, I saw you when you were here before the last couple of weeks. You probably didn't see me. I'm kinda hoping we might be friends."

His full lips spread into a broad smile, revealing the most beautiful white teeth I'd ever seen.

"Yeah, I'd like that," I said as I glanced at the considerable package between his legs under his tight jeans.

"Maybe we could saddle up a couple of horses sometime," he said, "and go out to a little stream over at the west end of the ranch. Maybe shoot some quail, catch some catfish. We could even do a little swimming."

I said, "Grandpa took me to a place like that when I was here last."

Peter laughed. "Yeah, he took me there himself a couple of times."

We both laughed.

Peter looked a little nervous suddenly and shifted in his chair. Then he looked at my hand, and slowly put his hand on mine.

"Yer paw and grandpaw are off somewhere. Would ya like to go see my room in the bunkhouse? He gave me a private room a while back. And he had it furnished real nice for me. It's a real small room, but it's got a real bed instead of a cot like the others have. And I have my own chest of drawers. He comes to visit me a lot of times. I don't have any chairs in it, but we . . . you know."

Just being in the presence of this gorgeous hunk of a young cowboy made my cock hard. I looked down and it was clearly visible through my jeans as it extended down my left pant leg. I saw him glancing at it furtively.

I put my other hand on his and felt the roughness and strength of it. "Yeah," I said with an obvious look of longing in my eyes. "I sure would like to see your room. Can we do it now?"

He stood up and, still with my hand in his, we headed for the bunkhouse.
 

To be continued...

Posted: 07/18/08