My Big Cowboy Dad

Chapter One

My names Henry, after my dad. I grew up a country boy in an east Texas ranching community about as far away from a large city as you can get. My mom and dad raised me on about 1000 acres of old family property where we raised cattle and a few horses. I learned to ride and rope and worked along side my father and the hired hands as soon as I was old enough to stay in the saddle. I knew I was different from a young age and always stared in wonderment at the big, tall, brawny ranchers and cow hands when we were in town for supplies and groceries. I was just a little cowpoke then so my infatuation with the Cowboys and cattlemen seemed innocent at the time. They were my heros growing up and as I got older, my eye candy. There were men of all shapes and sizes in our town but what drew me in was the big burly men not unlike my own daddy. Dad, Henry Sr., was 6 feet 6 inches of big as a bear cowboy with wide shoulders, a thick sturdy frame carrying something like 300 pounds. He wasn't lean and athletic but well muscled from working the ranch all his life and had a nice layer of fat and a bit of a belly from eating too well and drinking beer. He was just big and burly and he he carried it all well and I adored him. He had massive hands and the backs of them were well coated in the same golden brown hair that covered much of his body and fingers as thick as the big cigars he smoked. Dad had these startling green eyes that I got lost in sometimes when he was lecturing me on the things in life men should know and he'd have to snap me back to reality. He stayed clean shaven most of the time with a strong broad chin with a bit of a dimple that accompanied his equally strong jaw that still remained well defined with his round face and full cheeks. His light brown hair was usually kept very short in a typical "gruff coach flattop" type cut and only served to accentuate the manliness he exuded. His face was always smiling and inviting, and as big and intimidating as he could be physically, everyone loved him. Women really paid him a lot of attention when my mom wasn't around but he was always a perfect gentleman and let them down real easy but still the women walked away glowing, dad had a way with women. I often overheard people whispering things about the way my dad filled out his wranglers. It was always there so I guess maybe I hadn't noticed it but dad had a huge bugling basket of a crotch. It really looked like he had a large grapefruit or even a canteloupe in his jeans and some people speculated that it was a "hernia" or maybe he was just "all balls" or maybe theres a pair of socks in there. No one really knew but mom and she would actually make adjustments to the seams and fabric in his jeans so he could still wear his wranglers as cowboys love to do. It was a monster bulge but it fit in with the rest of him. I saw him in his tighty whities plenty of times around the house growing up. When we weren't working life around our house was pretty laid back and as a young guy I would sit next to my daddy on the big front porch and he puffed on one of his fat cigars and chatted up my uncles or the neighbors. I would just sit there leaning up against him, his huge arm around me, listening to him talk and laugh in his deep booming voice. I liked watching him light his big cigars, punching a hole in the end and toasting the other with his torch lighter end before puffing it to a bright red glow. The whole ritual was amazing to me for whatever reason, I couldn't figure out, but he just looked so manly and in charge with his big cigar clenched in his pearly white teeth. I was his boy and he was my daddy, my hero. I looked up to him in every way and wanted to be just like him when I grew up. In my early teens I really started to notice how attractive my dad was in a whole new and different way. I started to notice just how unusually big that bulge of his was because by this time I was really checking out the men around town. Wranglers can be a very flattering cut of jeans to wear but even so the other guys bulges had nothing on my dads. I really wanted to see what was in there. Was it really a hernia, I looked it up online and it could fit but then again he could have a real monster in there or some giant daddy balls. I decided that one day I would orchestrate a plan to accidently walk in on him in the shower or in his room while he was dressing. I was never actually able to do this because dad was always very careful it seemed. Maybe he was just really embarrassed by what was in his pants. Dads cigars became just as big a fascination for me as his huge mystery bulge. I really started to get into the shear masculinity of the action of smoking a big fat cigar - how dad rolled the big tobacco tube between his fingers between puff, how he looked with it jutting out from his handsome face. I was having to hide a boner while we spent time together and he had a cigar going. I did feel kind of strange that I was attracted to my dad and men in general at all but I knew I was gay and came to terms with it. What I did have a bit of a problem with is my burgeoning cigar fetish. I found online that I was by and far not alone in the attraction. I soon found all the photos and videos online of men that shared my sexual interest in cigars and the men that smoked them. Along with thinking of my dad and watching all this porn I had discovered, I beat off several times a day like most any teenager does. One day when I was 14 or 15 and mom and dad were visiting my great aunt a couple hours away I decided I would steal one of dads cigars and give it a try. I went into his study and got one of his really big ones out of his huge chest of a humidor. It was fat and long and felt great in my hand, I immediately sprang a hardon that throbbed and bounced like my dick had never done before. I held it like dad does when hes smoking and sat in my dads desk chair savoring the feel and sweet smell of the unlit cigar. I put the big stogie in my mouth and my hands went down to free my hard teenage cock from my pajama pants. I slowly stroked my cut cock and ran my fingers over the sensitive mushroom head smearing precum around the organ, producing so much I didn't need spit or lube. The cigar felt so big and heavy in my teeth, the strong dark tobacco made my lips tingle and the sweet earthy scent of the unlit aged tobacco flooded my nostrils. "Im smoking my daddy's big fat cigar" I unintelligibly muffled around the huge cigar to myself several times as I felt my orgasm building. My body froze up and my eyes rolled back in my head, my cock getting ready to fire off a huge cigar and daddy fetish induced load. My cum was everywhere and the intense orgasm from my first cigar in my mouth had caused me to bite down on it and leave a decent indentation. Dad probably wouldn't notice as he often "chomped" an unlit stogie in his teeth while he paid bills and did paper work at his desk, replacing the cigar back in his humidor if he didn't get around to smoking it at that time. I played with my cock with one of dads big cigars in my mouth many more times while my parents were away. Dad never let on that he had any knowledge of his cigars getting molested, lucky for me.

Chapter Two

I recall the first time I got to see dads cock, in as long as I had been alive, was when I was about to turn 17. Dad was a night owl and got by on little sleep, often taking long strolls on the ranch, checking on things I guessed. One night I woke up needing to pee around midnight or later. When I had come back to my room ready to go back to sleep I glanced out my window and saw dad in the dim light of our distant horse stable. Suddenly not so sleepy I decided to go see what he was doing in the stables so late, maybe he needed help with a colic-y mare. I slept in the nude by this time and had to throw on a shirt and pj bottoms along with shoes. I made my way out to the stable which was probably about 1000 yards from the house. The stables were pretty newly built and had some decent amenities: a changing room, office with restroom, a small tv with cable, and internet access. I walked into the stables and didn't see dad at any of the stalls.

The mares and gelding we kept were sleeping or looking at me as if wondering why dad had waken them up. At the far end of the stables I saw a blue light in a short hallway that led to the changing area and office. I crept up to find the office door cracked open just enough for me to peer in. My jaw dropped and my heart started to race immediately, there was dad watching porn on the computer screen, a cute young woman getting slammed by a nice hefty cock. Catching dad watching porn was nothing though. What was shocking was dad was totally naked, one of the biggest cigars I'd ever seen clenched in his teeth, puffin away, and a truly massive cock that looked stolen off a stallion pistoning in and out of an artificial horse vagina(an a/v, used for semen collection for breeding) he was holding. His cock was enormous, I could see why he would be using an AV. The shaft of his meat that I could see was at least as thick as a soda can, probably bigger, the length I judged to be well over a foot but it was hard to tell. The head of the beast was the size of an apple, the tip was very full and rounded, and the ridge around the head was strongly flared out with the ridge soft and rounded. His balls were the size of large chicken eggs and swung loosely in a low hanging sack. This is what had been lurking in his basket all these years, a cock took big to fit a hand around. It was a horse cock, and he was a stallion. I watched intently as he pumped in and out of the AV, the huge head not able to slip past the end of the water engorged AV. He would really take his time and slowly stroke the huge meat pole through the wet AV and then he would really jack hammer it, all the while puffing his fat stogie. He was hairy all over, reddish brown fur coating his big firm belly and chest, back, legs and forearms. Sweat matted the fur making it look a little darker as it clung to his skin. I watched dad for a good 30 minutes while my cock tented out my PJ pants. I watched as dad took a hard draw on his cigar as his body tensed up and cock stopped stroking. A low growl came from him as thick ropey spurt after spurt flew from the huge flared cock head. That's when it happened, I felt almost dizzy from motionlessly standing there for half an hour, I lost my balance and stumbled against the wall outside the office. I heard some banging and shuffling around in the office before dad popped thru the door. "Jesus fucking Christ son, you scared the shit outta me!", dad said looking down at me still on the floor. He had put hit underwear on and they weren't doing a very good job of concealing his still deflating meat. He helped up off the floor, with one strong hoist from a massive arm he yanked me up quickly. I stood in front of him, my pjs still tented out. My face only came up to his chest and chin, being only 5'11" to my fathers 6'6". He was hot and sweaty and I could feel the heat coming off him in the cool night air. "Son, you need to get to bed..We'll talk about this tomorrow." he told me in a deep authoritive tone. "Yes Sir, I'm sorry Dad, I didn't mean to..." I stammered before he cut me off mid sentence. "Son, its ok, nothin to be sorry for. Just get to bed, and you might want to take of that", he said, pointing to my 7 incher straining in my pants. "Tomorrow", he reminded me. I nodded and left the stables. Back in my room I had so much running thru my head, the sight my dad naked beating off, The size of that horse meat he had, the talk that would invariably come tomorrow. I got in bed with a towel and one of dads cigars I had stached. I chomped the unlit cigar and beat off furiously, thinking of what I had just seen and imagining dad was encouraging me to smoke his cigar and shoot my load for him. I came hard in the towel, put the cigar away and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Three

I woke up next morning to the smell of cigar smoke in my room, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and tried to focus on the figure of dad sitting in my desk chair. He was in his robe and was puffing on one of his big cigars. His back was towards me and he was looking at my computer screen. He heard me stirring in my bed and he said, "so I see you're into cigars and cock, son." "Dad....", I didn't know what to say, it was 7am and I was off my wits. Dad chuckled a bit around his cigar, sending plumes of smoke into the air above him. He heard the fear and embarrassment in my shakey voice. "It's okay boy, I'll love you no matter what you are or do", he assured me. I just sat there in my bed in awe of the moment and with a morning piss hardon. Dad sat quietly for a couple of minutes clicking on links and pages I couldn't see as his huge hulking body blocked my view. "You like older men?", asked my pop while clicking away. "Y-yes sir", I stammered. "Henry, son, cut that out, I'm not gonna flip out on you or kick your ass or out of my house, I just want you to be honest with me." He spun around in my desk chair, his massive frame making it look like doll furniture. My pop's eyes met mine and I watched as he puffed on the usual large dark cigar chomped in the corner of his mouth. He hadn't shaved yet and his thick fast growing reddish stubble gave his jaw line, chin and cheeks a fuzzy look. His robe was tied but he wasn't wearing underwear for once and a big fat soft sausage still nearly a foot long hung over my chairs seat. It looked like it didn't change much in size between erect and soft, it was still beer can thick and the head while certainly smaller looked like a silvery pink plum. "Son, I love you more than anything in the world and I want to know you... I don't want you to have secrets that you think you can't share with your old man", he asserted. "Yes sir. Dad, I am gay and I like older men, big men that smoke big fat cigars and look like... Well, like you, dad", I said, a weight being lifted off my shoulders. "I've always loved watching you enjoy your cigars dad, I don't know how but it has become a sexual thing" "Son, since we're being honest here, cigars get me off too. Many times a cigar is just a cigar for me, I've enjoyed them ever since yer grandad got me started on 'em. BUT just like you some how it became something I would do when in played with my dick and it just took hold". "So you like guys too, dad? Are you bi?" I asked. "No, not that I know of", he laughed. "I've always loved women, your mom. Dunno how a cock shaped cigar gets me off without being gay but... Well I dunno". "Uh... Speaking of mom, where is she?" I chimed. "She's up at your aunt Carols for the day. We got the day to ourselves", he assured me. "Dad I hope you don't mind me asking, but I gotta, about last night..." Dad cuts me off, "this thing here?", he says lifting up his huge soft daddy meat. "Yes! THAT thing, it looks like you stole it off a horse, dad!", I exclaimed, getting a little confident. Dad looked at his cigar in thought then brought it to his mouth for a strong draw, exhaling a big cloud of blue smoke. "Well there's a story to it really, I guess you could say I kind of did get it from a horse", dad said, puffing some more on his big cigar that by this time was about half smoked. I leaned forward a bit and cocked my head to the side with a befuddled look on my face, waiting for this story to begin. "Dad?..... Yeah you were saying?!", I said urging him on. I thought to myself, waiting for him to begin, "He got it got it from a horse? What the hell is he talking about?" Dad grinned and took another draw on his stogie. "Okay okay. Not much to tell really. When I was a couple years younger than you I was helping you grandad groom the horses and we had this one mare that was a bit of a handful and unpredictable. I was brushing her down and she hauled off and kicked me right in my crotch. I went flying and got knocked unconscious. Woke up in the hospital where I was told my pelvis was broken and I was lucky I was gonna gonna keep my penis and balls. I had gone thru surgery to pin my pelvis so it could heal right and had ice packs all over my my crotch. When they were checking my incision I saw the whole area was bruised and swollen. It looked God awful but they told me the swelling would go away and I would be good as new, just not to expect to father children. As time went by my dick looked better and the bruising went away but my dick didn't go down in size. Doc said I was just going through puberty. But my dick over the next couple years just kept getting bigger and bigger. Thankfully by the time I was your age it seemed to stop growing, but maybe just got a bit thicker, which I didn't need. The doc kept an eye on it through the time it was growing and he was surprised I was able to get erect. He actually measured it and told me it would be too big to fit in a woman even if I wanted to try to father children. Anyway, that's where this thing came from, a matter of getting injured during puberty and unusual healing." "Wow!" I said with my mouth agape. "That's an incredible story dad. Wait, if you can't father children... How did you and mom?.... How did it?.... Am I not your son?" I said with worry and panic in my voice. I sat looking confused and kind of devastated. Dad took notice and he lifted his huge body out of my poor little chair and walked to my bed, sat his stogie on the edge of my night table, and sat on the bed. He put his giant hand under my chin and lifted my head and brought my eyes up to look at him. "Son, you are my son, silly, my BIOLOGICAL SON! The doctor was wrong, I can and did father a kid, you. Your mom and me couldn't do things the old fashioned way cuz this thing don't fit but yer mom and me wanted kids. We used a turkey baster!", He chuckled. I laughed too, the fear was all gone. "Oh my god, dad, are you serious?" "Yeah buddy, this thing has never fit, but we found a way. It was simple enough, but it worked, here you are!", dad smiled. It dawned on me. "Dad... Wait... So you're a virgin? You've never had sex?" Dad reach for his cigar and relit it, sending smoke all over my bed. He took a long draw. "Well son, yes of course I've had sex, there's all kinds of sex. I've just never been able to penetrate before but I've always had fun with my sex life. Just every once in a while I need to feel a hot wet hole on me and that's when I use that AV you saw me with. It's as close to the real thing as I'm gonna get, short of fuckin a mare or cow", dad chuckled. "Son, one more thing", Henry Sr. looked his son sternly in the eye. "Yeah dad?" "Son, I'm hungry as a bear, let's go make some breakfast!l"

Chapter Four

Dad got up and headed out my bedroom door while I threw on a shirt and a pair of shorts. I was still on a high from our talk and dads openness and acceptance. This was going to be a good day. Once in the kitchen we started whipping up a huge heap of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Dad was of course a big man and could put a lot of food away. Dad and I sat at the breakfast table and I poured us a couple tall glasses of orange juice. We chowed down for a while in comfortable silence and then dad asked, "son, I know you find older men attractive but have you played with any of your school buddies?" "No, not really. I'm not really 'out' at school and I don't think I come across as gay so no guys have approached me", I replied. "I'm not interested in them anyway, dad." "Well son, I'm kind of uneasy with the thought of you fooling around with an older man. You're very young and don't have any life experience. Some men will take advantage of that and break your heart. They use young men like you. I'm not sayin' they're all like that but they're out there." Dad paused and looked down at his orange juice for a few moments. "I just want you to be careful, son. Promise me, if you ever meet a man that you're interested in you let me meet him." "Uh, yeah dad, I can do that", I told dad. It was kind of weird to think I would introduce a man my fathers age to my dad for his approval. I hadn't thought about that before. I felt strange, I wondered what it must be like for dad. The men I would go for would be just like my dad, too. What a mind trip that would be. My dad has always been a great father to me, why did I have this daddy issue?, I thought to myself. "Okay", dad said. "This is getting too serious. What'd ya say we go take the horses out for some exercise, kiddo?" "Sounds great dad! I'm up for a ride." We cleared the table, showered, dressed and went out the door. I was wearing my jeans, boots, t-shirt, and baseball cap. Dad had on his usual nut hugger wranglers that showed off his obscenely large bulge. He was also a nice but casual short sleeve button down shirt, typical brown cowboy boots, and his black Stetson he wore in the cooler months. His typical uniform. Everything looked great on his tall thick frame, he looked the part in every way, he was quite the cowboy. We headed out the door and towards the stables where I had just caught dad the night before. I saddled our mare 'Dot' and dad saddled his usual mount 'Sammy', a huge quarter horse paint/Percheron cross gelding, that could hold a man dad's size. We led the horses out the stable door and mounted up. We had a nice cool November day for this ride, the air was crisp and fresh. Dad pulled one of his big dark cigars from his shirt pocket, clipped the end before lodging it in his teeth while he retrieved his little torch lighter. I watched intently as he toasted the foot of the large stogie and put it back in his mouth for the light. My big dad caught my stare and gave me a wink as he puffed the fresh cigar to life. "He blew out a large cloud of smoke and proclaimed, "there's nothin better than good cigar and ride with my boy on a day like this!" I smiled,"yes sir!" I watched dad smoke as he swayed gently back and forth in the saddle. I was hard as a rock from the moment the cigar came out of his shirt pocket. Dad made eye contact with me several time through our idol chat about the ranch as we rode. He knew his son was watching him smoke a huge cigar and probably had a hard on from watching his daddy. Henry Sr. brought his horse close to his sons mare so that the two men were touching boots. The big cowboy daddy looked into his sons eyes as he reached an enormous hand to the boys lap and gave the straining bulge a good pat. "What ya got there son?" Dad chuckled. "Sorry dad, I usually jerk off in the morning and didn't and...." Dad cut me off, "And you're watching your big bear of a cowboy daddy smoke a big stogie?" He grinned big with cigar clamped in his teeth. "Son how bout we put the horses away and go back to the house, lunch is coming up". Dad tossed his spent cigar in the dirt and we rode back. Back at the house we left our muddy boots on the porch and just as we got inside the door dad started stripping his jeans off. He tossed his jeans over a chair and scooped me into a bear hug. "Son I'm really glad we can be open with each other." Pop said softly, his breathe hot on my ear. Dads huge bulge was pressing into my belly and my still clothed cock pulsed under his balls. Dad pulled back from the hug and looked down to my full crotch and then back up at my face. "Junior, ya know I never had a jerk off buddy growing up cuz I was embarrassed with my size, you wanna be your daddy's beat off buddy?" "Wow, dad, he'll hell. I'd love to get a look at that monster again." I matter of factly said. "Fuck yeah, go throw on some shorts and meet me in my study", dad practically ordered. When I was got to the study dad was sitting on his leather sofa watching the small flat screen mounted to the wall. The sight was amazing, my huge furry dad was sitting there naked on the couch. His legs were spread and his horse cock was laying against his firm gut while he gently rubbed the under side of the beast. "Oh my god dad. Your dick is so huge" I hadn't gotten the best look at it the other night while dad fucked the AV. It was bigger than I had the impression of. Dad just smiled and patted the sofa cushion next to him. I walked over and sat down. My dick was hard and tenting my shorts, it was so hard it hurt. The porno was of a fake father and son banging a prostitute. "This is the closest thing to gay porn that I have son, I figured we could both get off on this. Pull you pud out and lube it up son, let's get these rocks off." I didn't need porn, dad was my porn. I pulled my cock through the leg of my shorts. My cock wasn't a freakish monster like dads but it was 7 inches, cut with a nice mushroom head and pretty thick. I eyed dads cock and he didn't quite jack it but just rubber it in the sensitive spots. Dads cock looked like an obscene caricature of my mine, same shape but his was just enormous. The ridge around the head where it meets the shaft was bigger than mine, I loved how it flared out. A steady leak of precum was oozing from the slit of the giant Apple head. I slowly stroked myself as I knew I wouldn't last long otherwise. "Dad, how big is that thing anyway?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the big daddy meat. Dad looked down from the video on the screen and stared his cock. "Well I haven't bothered to measure in several years but I think the doc measured something like 14 inches long, 9 around the base and 8 behind the head." Henry Sr.'s eyes locked with his sons, "you're really getting off on your daddy's big fuckin horse meat, huh?" "Yeah dad, it's amazing. I've never seen anything like it. It's fuckin hot" "Boy, do me a favor, call me Daddy while we jerk off together." "Sure", I said "daddy how do you jerk that thing, it looks too big even for your hands?" "Like this" dad gripped what he could of the massive base, making the head get get even bigger and veins bulge out from the thick shaft. With his other hand he rubbed a generous glob of lube all over the head, his hand causing smacking sounds against the varying terrain of the big apple head. He moved his hand down behind the head and stroked from mid shaft up the the ridge of the head. Pressing hard against the ridge, the flared wall of flesh standing out an inch from the shaft, making the round tip bulge and precum to pour out like trickling piss. "It's hard to do it right, especially one handed, that's why I often use the AV." Daddy said. "You wanna rub it for me? I've noticed you haven't been watching the video but staring at me and my cock rather." "Yes!" I yelped. "Yes, what?" Dad corrected. "Yes, daddy. I want to stroke your huge daddy cock for you." I panted. "That's m'boy! Ok, let's get this party started. Go get me a cigar and my lighter over there. Lift up the tray and get me one of the huge ones from the bottom or the humidor" These cigars I had never seen before, they were about 8 inches long and way fatter than dads usual smokes. Dad had me punch three holes in the closed end before bringing it to him, placing it in his big hand. I handed him the lighter but he handed it back. He had a look in his eyes I hadn't seen before. "Why don't you sit on daddy's lap, sport, and light his big stogie for him."

Chapter Five

"Get those shorts off, buddy", dad said around the huge dark brown cigar in his mouth. Certain letter sounds and words were hampered by the thick roll of tobacco pressed against daddy's tongue, but I could understand his lustful speech all too well. I slid my shorts down my legs and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. Dad held his long heavy horse cock against his furry belly while I climbed on top of him and sat on his massive hairy thighs. I was just about eye to eye with dad sitting on his lap, maybe a bit taller. His handsome rugged face with a huge cigar jutting out from it waiting to be lit. Dad released his massive dong and it slapped against me and flopped to the side, being far too big and heavy to stand erect. I reached to grasp the beer can girth in my hand and just as I finally got to touch it dad says, "I know your eager to get your hands on your daddy's meat but first help me get this stogie lit." I charred the foot of the cigar for a few seconds before dad started puffing and rotating the huge cigar with his meaty sausage fingers. The cigar was finally lit and dad blew a big plume of pungent smoke between us. Dad scooted his butt forward so that he was reclining against the sofa cushions. He took a draw on his freshly lit cigar making the end glow a fiery red. Taking the cigar from his mouth it came to rest in the typical fashion of cigar smokers, between his pointer and middle fingers and resting on his thumb. His hands came down to rest between my hip and upper thigh, his fat cigar between my flesh and his. Dad breathed out a contented sigh and said "son I'm not gay but I want you to have a safe experience with a man. You want an old fart's cock to play with and I think the best way for you to get that is to play with mine. Is a 42 year old big hairy cigar smokin cowboy gonna suffice for now? Me?" "Hell yeah, daddy. You're more than I could hope for." My huge furry dad returned the smoldering tobacco cock to his mouth and picked up the horse cock that lay in the valley of our thighs and slapped it against my belly. My cock jerked and bounced in response. "Take a hold of it boy, have fun." Dad said, looking me right in the eye, puffing on his cigar. I'm sure dads not into men but I could tell he was definitely enjoying the attention from his own son. I grasped the massive shaft of daddy's horse meat and ran my hand up towards the head, causing the head to flare and the precum to flow. "Oh yeah, that's good, son. You like daddy's big cock, huh?", dad huffed around the thick stogie projecting from his strong jaw. "Yes sir daddy, it's so big and fat. I love it." "You like watching your cowboy daddy smoke big fat cigars, too don't you?, he said blowing smoke deliberately at my face. "Yes sir!, I love watching you suck a big tobacco cock daddy. It makes my boy cock so hard." I began hunching my cock against the underside of dads monster as I slowing spread his precum around the giant mushroom and shaft. "Wouldn't it be hot if your old man could fit this big thick cock up your ass, son? If it was possible, would you want it, boy? Dad was getting worked up now and had grasped the base of his cock while I stroke it forcing the veins to pop out and the head to flare and bulge. "Wow dad, I think this thing would kill me but yeah I'd die happy I guess." I smirked. We sat grinding against each other while I fucked dad cock with my own and stroked and rubbed his for all I was worth. Dad watched as my hands tried like hell to stimulate all the right places. All the while he smoked that giant stogie, sending clouds of smoke out that hung heavy in the room. I had to take it easy on my cock, all this excitement and my age gave me a hair trigger and I was due to go off. I focused mostly on dad alternating glances between his rugged face and stogie and his daddy meat. After a while I was drenched in sweat for my efforts and dad said, "son, if you want my load I'm gonna need some real help, I told you my cock is too big to properly jerk off. My AV is back at the stable so we're gonna have to make due. Come over here and lay like this on the couch in front of me. I'm gonna fuck my cock between your thighs." I positioned myself in front of dad as he lay on his side as far back on the couch as his big back and furry bubble butt would allow. There was just enough room for me in front of daddy. I felt dads hand fumbling around with his cock and a bottle of baby oil, greasing it up. I was sorry to see that dad had put his cigar down in an ashtray on the beside the sofa. "Don't wanna burn ya when I get going", he said. "Lift your leg for a second little buddy and pull you balls up out of the way, it's time to ride!" With that dad slapped his huge beef log between my legs right on my taint, good thing he had me move my balls. "Oh yeah boy, you like helping your big cowboy work a load outta his big cock, huh? Put your leg down now son, I'm gonna fuck." I lowered my leg and felt the massive girth between my legs. Dad started to stroke slowly, pulling himself back and pushing my hips forward so that he was milking his sausage with my legs. At the end of the stroke dads massive cock head would flare and be so hard and full. I reached down and swirled my hand around it while I just held my own cock with my other hand. "Oh fuck, boy, that feels good, keep doing that", dad panted in my ear, his big hairy belly in my back. Dad reached around and pushed my hand off my dick, replacing it with his. "You like when daddy rubs your cock?" Dads pace quickened between my legs. Then he started tongue fucking my ear, it was sensory overload and could take anymore. "Daddy, I'm gonna shoot!!!! Uhhhmph" I starting filling my dads huge fist with my cum. "That's my boy, that's it, cum for daddy. I love that you get off on your daddy's body and my fat horse dick. Daddy's boy loves his big cigar smoking cowboy daddy bear." I squirmed in dads arms, his horse meat still stroking hard between my thighs, dragging my balls back and forth with his strokes. Dads breathing got ragged. "Son, daddy's gonna cum real soon." We maneuvered so that was on the floor between dads spread legs, dad sitting upright again. He reached for his huge nearly half smoked cigar, relighting it quickly with one hand. "Ok, boy, I know you you can't fit it all in your mouth but put your mouth over the end of the head. Daddy's gonna jack a load into your mouth, swallow fast, daddy has big loads." Dad began roughly pumping his greasy meat while I held my mouth on just the tip of the head. The cock head was so fat that I felt like I was pressing my lips to a hot greasy softball. My eyes locked with dads, him puffing hard on his cigar. "Ok, ok boy, here it comesssss. Eat it! Eat it all! Take your daddy inside you! Awwww fuck, cummin in my boys mouth!" dad groaned loudly and his body shook as a huge spurt thumped and splashed off my tongue. It was so much I nearly gagged on the volume. Giant load after load pumped out, dad groaning and moaning the whole time, biting into his fat stogie, smoke pouring from him like a locomotive. After dad finished shooting his massive cum load he pulled his cock out of my face and plopped back against the sofa his face and chest dripping sweat. "Son, that was amazing. I haven't cum like that in 20 years." Pop sat milking cum remnants from his softening greasy cock, puffing his stogie slowly. "My pleasure, daddy" I sat back on my haunches and grinned, a little trickle of dads cum on my chin.

Chapter Six

"How bout a shower, kiddo?, dad asked, putting his cigar in the ashtray to go out. "Yeah, that sounds good dad. I'm all sweaty and covered in spooge." Dad laughed a hearty laugh, "yeah I see that, let's go get cleaned up and something to eat, I'm starving." We moved to my parents master bath which had a huge shower with multiple spray heads. Dads office had a small bathroom but no shower. Dad cranked on the water and we adjusted the temp to get it just right. I stood there near the bathroom door watching dad fittle with the knobs. Dads cock had shrunk down about as small as it gets and there was still a long dribble of cum hangin off the end. I just watched admiring it as it swung back and forth gently. It looked about 8- 10 inches long and still really thick. I walked over to dad and gripped the big soft piece of flesh, the cumsicle dropping into the floor. "Dad, I still can't get over how big this thing is", I said squeezing the massive but soft and spongy dong. Dad kinda humped his crotch at my hand and said "glad ya like it, champ. It's yours to play with any time we have a chance." Dad stooped and gave me a fatherly smack on my forehead. "Now get in the shower and get cleaned up." We stepped into the big shower. The water was warm but not too hot since we were a little heated. A hot shower would have been a little uncomfortable. Dad handed me the soap and a wash cloth and turned away from me. "Get my back for me, buddy, and I'll do yours." I was only too glad to scrub dads back for him. His back was lightly covered in the same golden brown hair as much of the rest of him. Dads back was wide and his torso long and well muscled. It was like scrubbing a furry wall. "All done, dad." He turned around to face me. "Your turn, sport." Dad put his big mitts on my shoulders and guided me to turn around. I handed him the soap and cloth over my shoulder. Dad scrubbed me with a lot of vigor, I had to work to keep my balance. Dad is immensely strong and forgets how much bigger he is than others. He doesn't know his own strength. "I think I'm clean now, pop!", I said with a chuckle. "Sorry bud I got carried away", he snickered. Dad then brought his huge hairy arms around me and pulled my back into his big firm gut. We just stood there like that for a minute. Dad holding me like that in the shower was electric. I felt so safe and wanted, I wished we could just stay like this. Dad moved his head down next to my ear, his stubble lightly scraping u cheek and his chin resting on collar bone. "Did you have fun today?" I saw his eye brows raise in my periphery. "Yeah dad it was fun, more than that. Amazing. I loved today, with you." "Me too son. I never thought I could have so much...fun... With my own boy." Dads cell phone starting ringing in his room. "Let me go get that son, finish up in here and meet me in the kitchen." I rinsed off, got out of the shower and dried myself with with one of the big bath sheets mom and dad had in their bathroom. For dad a regular towel wouldn't do, he'd always have to use two or three little ones when we were at hotel. I slipped my shirt and shorts back on and met dad in the kitchen. Pop only had his robe on but it was untied. He was stackin up a couple of sandwiches for us. Well actually one for me and two for him. Dad wasn't big on cooking so sandwiches were regular fare when mom was away. "Hey buddy, that was your mom on the phone. Your aunt Carol isn't feeling well so moms gonna stay a day or two longer. So, just you and me for a while." Dad flashed a big grin. "Oh, I hope aunt Carol is ok." "Well you know your aunt, she's a hypochondriac. Any word of a bug going around and bam, she's got it", Dad huffed. I shrugged. "Yeah, that's kind of what comes to mind when it comes to your aunt". Dad shrugged too. Dad got some chips out of the pantry and a few beers and coke from the fridge and handed me my plate. "Let's go to the den and see if we can't find a decent movie to watch." We sat and ate our sandwiches, dad drinking his second beer now, me sipping my coke. We settled on an 'Ace Ventura' movie, I think they're hilarious and dad likes them too, being a BIG kid at heart. Dad and I finished our food and dad swigged the last gulp of his beer. "Hey, son, would you get me another beer and a cigar, one of my usuals"? I got up but then stopped in my tracks and turned and look at dad. "Dad, a cigar in the den? Are you sure?" Dad was NOT allowed to smoke outside his study in the house, mom would kill him. Dad chuckled, "son, mom'll be gone for at least 2 more days. We can air out the place, it's cool out. A stogie...er two ain't gonna hurt nothin. Yer mom'll never know. Go on..." "Okayyy" I drew out the word. I went to dads study and picked out one of his big fat everyday cigars. I ran it under my nose breathing in the intoxicatingly sweet spicy scent the dark brown tobacco exuded. I punched the cap to open the draw and stuck dads cigar torch in my waistband. Getting back to the kitchen I got myself another coke and dad another shiner bock, dads favorite local Texas beer. With the drinks my hands were full and I absent-mindedly stuck the fat stogie in my teeth accommodate the the drinks. As I walked into the den dad turned and saw me with "daddy's cigar" in my mouth, my jaw bulging obscenely from the size of the thing, considering my smaller frame. "Hoowee, boy. You look damn good with your daddy's fat stogie in your mouth." I walked over to dad and handed him his beer and sat my coke down. I gave dad is cigar after making sure I didn't leave a lot of excess spit on it. "Thanks son, you started me a good chomp mark. I'm guessing this isn't the first of my cigars you've had in your mouth?" "Maybe not. I dunno." I replied playfully. "Well of course it's not a big deal, boy. Especially now that I know you're a stogie hound just like me." "Yeah, I've been playing with your cigars ever since I was about 14. I love chomping on them like you and jacking off a load, imagining you're encouraging your boy to smoke your big cigar." "Have you tried smoking one yet, son?" "Nope, not yet", I replied. "Probably best that you didn't, I smoke pretty strong cigars. Probably would've made you turn green and sick to your stomach." I just smiled. "I just like chomping on them and I like they way they smell. They smell great. I do like the sweet smell of the smoke when you smoke though, always have." "Well, your welcome to chomp on daddy's stogie while you beat your meat, whatever gets my boy off." Dad stuck the big fat cigar in his maw and motioned for me to snuggle up next to him. I came over and dad tucked me under his huge arm and I ran my hand thru the thick forest of golden brown fur on his forearm. "Ahem", dad cleared his throat. I looked up at him, he was looking down at me, fat stogie jutting out at my face. His big hand reached up and pulled the cigar from his mouth. "We gonna light this thing, son?" I had forgotten to give dad his lighter. "Haha. Sorry dad. Forgot." I pulled the little torch from my waistband and handed it to dad and he proceeded to light up the fat smoke. I stared hard at dad, watching him going thru the ritual of lighting his thick brown stogie. He puffed as held the flame to wide foot of swirled tobacco, the end of the cigar bursting into flames in a bright flash, illuminating dads handsome face. Satisfied that it was lit, dad took a proper draw and let out a contented sigh and pulled me in tight to his side. I had a painfully hard cock in my shorts with dads smoke wafting down to me. We continued watching tv, dad flipping the channels, stopping periodically when something caught his attention. I was enjoying the warmth of dads big body against me and the big arm around me. I kept stealing glances of dad, full handsome face now covered in a short stubbly beard, and his thin masculine lips pursing around that big fat fucking stogie. I was kind of laying down and leaning against dad so my head was level with his chest. The profile of dads face, big cigar sticking out from it, was so hot. Dad was pure porn to me. "How bout we lay down, kiddo?" Dad and I maneuvered so that, again, I was laying in front of him. Dad was up higher than me, propped up against a pillow and armrest so he could keep enjoying his cigar. I was a bit lower, dads fat naked sausage and bull balls against my lower back, his giant hand lightly rubbing my chest as we watched the last half hour of a die hard movie. This was heaven. I was so relaxed basking in the presence of my big burly cowboy I dozed off. Next thing I knew dad had the tv and lights turned off and picked me up off the couch like I weighed nothing, like I was just a little 40lb kid. I was barely awake but I did realize dad had carried me into his room and laid me on the bed. Dad disappeared in the restroom, the door open. I heard the loud gushing of dads the rented beer hitting the water in the toilet. Dad had a lot of beer and the piss seemed to go for a full minute. Dad came back to the bed and yanked the covers out from under me so he could get the over us. "Sorry buddy, don't want you to get cold, go back to sleep." Dad got into the bed, his weight causing the boxspring to squeak and pop under us. He snuggled up against my back, put an arm around and held me tight to his hairy chest and gut. I laid there until dad started a soft snore and dozed back off myself. I woke up to dad hunching his obviously hard horse cock against my back, his bull nuts nestled against my butt. "Not gonna happen dad, I want to continue living", I snickered. Dad laughed, "just morning wood, sport, can't help it." "More like morning tree trunk, dad." Dads huge mushroom was leaking precum and I could feel it wet against my skin. I went to flip over so I could play with dads meat pole but he held me down and nibbled my ear. "Daddy needs to cum, you gonna help him out like a good boy?" "Yes sir!" "Lay on your stomach, boy." I rolled onto my stomach, my hard cock between my belly and the sheets. Dad straddled my legs and started rubbing his horse cock head all over my ass cheeks. "You got a pretty little butt, son. Sure wish I could fit in there." "Dad, no. There's no way I can take that thing." I was a little scared that dad actually wanted to try to fuck me. Surely he knew he would really hurt me if he could even squeeze the head in. "I'm just rubbing it on your sweet little ass, son, you can relax. Daddy's not gonna fuck it." Dad pulled my cheeks apart and started grinding the bulbous apple-sized head against my hole. I could feel the sticky wet precum that flowed from dads cock like a dripping faucet. The giant glans was pulled from between my ass cheeks and then a loud smack as dad slapped his cock on my ass hard. Dad would smack his cock on me and then hold it down against my crack with his hand and fuck the makeshift hole. He did this repeatedly. "You wanna work on your daddy's cock for a while, boy?" Dad quickly dismounted me and laid next to me, hold his cock and waving it in front of me. I quickly went to work rubbing all over it with my hands, marveling at the massive legth and girth that I could get a hand around. I slobbered all over the meaty head, my spit mixing with the salty sweet liquid sealing from the wide poss slit. There was a bit of muskiness in dads cock nectar reminiscent of dads cigars. "Fuck, son, you're making daddy feel real good. You gettin off on that big meat?" I managed a muffled "uh humph." Dad started humping his ass off the bed. Aww shit, boy. You're doing good, hot your daddy right on the edge. Get on your back and put your legs up. Dad roughly assisted me to lay down on the bed and got between my legs and flopped his monster cock meat between them. He clamped my legs shut on his fat log and started fucking my thighs hard. He was red in the face. He was really worked, like a stallion that gets the scents of mare in heat, it was a little scary. His big cock dragged against my seven inched and my balls, essentially jacking me off. "Rub the fuckin head, son. Use all that daddy precum and rub the fuckin head. Help me cum boy. Fuck!" I reached down to the colossal head thrusting at me and spread the generous amount of daddy juice with my hands. I rubbed fast and hard, occasional getting a grip of the huge flared ridge in my hand, then it breaking free of my hand with an audible pop. My cock couldn't stand it anymore and I started unloading against dads dick. "I'm coming dad, ohhhhh, fuck. I groaned and grunted. "Fuck yeah son, here it comes. Daddy's COMINGGGG" Dad let out the deepest roar as his massive cock head swelled and started spewing thick shots of daddy cum. It splashed my chest, my face, flew over my head hitting the pillows and head board. It seemed like half a cup of semen. I was covered. Dads stroked slowed down and whimpered like puppy. He collapsed over me, catching himself with his hands so as not to squash me under his considerable mass. His belly pressed his still pulsing cock into my belly. Dad rolled off me to lay next to me, breathing hard. "Fuck.... That.... Was ...Awesome" dad said between breaths. "Sorry I got carried away, son" he said and leaned toward and kissed me on the forehead. "Did you like that?" "Oh yeah dad, I've never come so hard." "Looks like we need to shower and wash these sheets dad" "Yeah" dad laughed out loud.

Chapter Seven

Dad rolled out of bed and got a hand towel and wiping up his giant cum load from around the bed. A good portion of it was on me and dad told me, "go ahead and hop in the shower, buddy. I'm gonna clean up this mess I made and start these sheets to wash before they stain and your mom has a fit." I was in my parents big shower enjoying the hot water hitting my skin and warming my muscles. It was a chilly day and being that we live in Texas and the weather is odd and in winter, we hadn't turned the heat on yet. I started lathering some shampoo in my short brown hair when I heard the rhythmic thud of dads heavy foot steps on the bathroom floor. The shower door opened and cool air came in through it followed by dad. I rinsed my hair well and squeegee'd my tightly shut eyes with my hands. Just as I opened them there was dad, big as a mountain. "Having a good shower, son? Need some help?" Dad reached down and took his flaccid monster sausage in his hand and hefted the bulbous mushroom head towards me. Dad started giggling like an over grown kid just as a thick torrent of his piss shot from the wide hole of his big soft dick. "Really dad, you're pissing on me?" I said with a smirk on my face. Dads piss stream was heavy and drawn out. Huge man, huge cock, huge loads, huge piss stream: my Dad. He continued to piss on me, making sure to douse my cock, stomach and chest. My dick started to rise as the hot piss splashed my 17 year old body, running down my stomach and legs and ultimately pooling with the water on the shower floor before vanishing down the drain. "From the looks of your boy dick, you like when daddy pisses on ya, huh?" Dad asked as his urine flow ebbed and he stroked the last dropps from the long shaft. Every time dad would milk a few drops out, his soft cock stretched way out just about to its full length. The fat head would engorge with blood on the down stroke. I just smiled and said "it a new one for me!" Dad started another of the shower heads flowing so he could get wet and started scrubbing himself down. I washed his back while he washed his hair, vigorish rubbing the tips of his huge sausage fingers on his scalp. He rinsed and started talking about chores around the ranch we needed to get done. We got out and dad and I assisted each other in drying off. My dick was still hard and didn't show signs of getting soft, leaking thin clear precum. "Ok, I've just about got a beard going here, I think I need a shave", dad said, eyeing himself in the mirror that was mounted high on the wall for a man his height. I walked behind dad and peered around him seeing him stroking his stubble in the mirror. I poked my hardon in my leg and rubbed his substantial hairy belly. "You haven't had a mustache since I was little, you should grow one again dad. You looked great with one, men with mustaches are hot!" I continued rubbing dads belly while we looked in the mirror. Dad turned abruptly and pressed me into his belly, using my bare body to rub the big furry side to side. "Oh! You think I'm gonna grow a mustache just because you say so, boy!?", dad said playfully, taking my face in his hands and mushing my cheeks. "You should dad, but I don't care, do what you want." "Ok bud, go get dressed for work, I'm gonna shave real quick and I'll meet you in the kitchen for breakfast." "Ok, old man!" I left the bathroom and headed for my room where I threw on a shirt and a pair of faded wranglers. I started a quick easy breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast for us while dad continued to get ready. Just as I had set a couple plates on the counter dad made his appearance. Typical working cowboy uniform of old plaid button down shirt and faded wranglers that hugged dads massive thighs and butt, the huge bulging crotch of his jeans jutting out. Dad had his usual cigar in his shirt pocket ready to go. The old man had shaved but left the mustache after all. It was only a few days growth but it was filled out well. His facial hair grew in very quick and could be a very dense full beard in a couple of weeks. Dads mustache grew in dirty blonde mixed with some reddish hair and his beard grew light reddish brown. It was a good contrast against his finely textured lightly tanned skin and green eyes. My facial hair, what of it that grew in, seemed to take after dads in color but my eyes were more baby blue. Dad poured a cup of black coffee I had brewed as I shoveled eggs onto his plate. Dad started scarfing eggs and toast as I fixed my plate and got some blackberry jam out for my toast. "I figure we'll take that old tree down in the 'back forty' before it falls on the fence. That oughtta take the better part of the day", Dad said between bites. "Yeah", I agreed. We finished up breakfast and put our plates in the sink. We grabbed out hats on our way out the door, today I wore my black Stetson similar to dads, in lieu of my usual ball cap. We both wore the same Carhartt chore coat, mine a medium and dads a 3XL. I was actually a large and dad a 4xl but Carhartt runs large in size. We sat in the large chairs on the huge wraparound front porch and put our boots on. We hopped in our older beat up ford ranch truck that never left the property, it's only duty being just that, a ranch truck. I drove the truck over to one of the out buildings that we stored tractor implements and tools in. Dad just sat in the passenger seat, big unlit cigar already chomped, with the window down taking in the cool grey weather. We loaded up ropes and chainsaws and then hitched up a flat bed trailer to bring back the wood for the fireplace. We were ready to go but dad had decided it was time to light his morning cigar. I sat behind the wheel while pop stood outside his open door preparing his fat stogie to be lit. "I think this is your favorite part huh, sport?", he asked as he climbed in and put the the torch flame to the cigar and began puff it to life. I just watched dad as he rolled the stogie around with his fat calloused fingers to get an even light on the thick cigar cock in his mouth. Once properly lit, Henry Sr. took long slow draw on the cigar, relishing the strong spicy smoke on his palate. Dad didn't usually inhale when he smoked, as you're not supposed to when enjoying a cigar, but his lungs weren't "virgin" and he certainly could take in a lung full on occasion. He was healthy as a horse and it showed in the work he could perform. Dad reached a huge hand over to my crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling my hard cock through my jeans. "Yep, thought so!" He smirked, knowing what he was doing to his son. "We'll take care of later, boy, for now let's go get this work done." Dad winked at me and smiled around his cigar. We felled the old declining oak, a shame considering its age and beauty, being covered in long racemes of Spanish moss. We made short work of cutting the tree into manageable pieces and filled the flatbed trailer. It would take several trips, there was lots of wood. Luckily it was about 40 degrees out and we weren't getting too sweaty, through we had shucked out coats. "This'll be a lot of fire wood once we get it all split and seasoned", dad remarked as he puffed his cigar and effortlessly heaved a huge log onto the trailer. Dads cigar was down to a nub and he took one last good draw and threw it on the ground and crushed it out with his boot. Before we knew it, it was lunch time and we headed back towards the house for a bite. "Your big ol' daddy is hungry as hell, buddy. What's on the menu?", dad asked as we took of our boots on the porch before heading through the door. "Uuhh, I'm thinking some grilled turkey and cheese and a bowl of soup?" I looked at dad to gauge his interest in the offer. "Oh boy, yeah that sounds good. Ill take three!" Dad rubbed his big belly and licked his lips and waggled his eye brows at me. I laughed. "Ok chubby!" I made lunch lunch and dad sat at the kitchen bar and started dialing his phone. "Hi hun, how're things going up there. We miss ya down here. Oh yeah? ....That's good.....I heard Tulsa's gettin some snow, what's it lookin like around Carols?..... Oh we're just about to sit down for lunch, we took down that tree way in the back.... Yeah we're doing good, missing some of your pot roast, though.... Hahaha yes and you!...... Ok Hun, drive carefully, junior says he loves you.... You too babe." Dad smacked his lips at the phone and hung up. "Moms gonna be headin back tomorrow morning, but there's a snow storm that's headin our way so she's driving slow. Should be after noon when she gets here." "Cool." I was a little less than enthusiastic. This was gonna hurt my fun with dad. "We'll still have fun, son. We got 1000 here, there's places we can go." "I'm ok dad, really!" We ate our lunch while I played on my phone and dad flipped through the tractor supply catalog. I could see dad look up at me several times in the corner of my eye. I think he was trying to gauge my mood. Lunch was finished and we were satisfied but not stuff, working on a very full stomach is not ideal. "Henry, come over here", dad said pushing his chair away from the table and patting his massive thigh. I was a little surprised, I hadn't sat on my dads lap in years but I walked over, pop looking up at me not breaking eye contact. Dad took my left arm guided it around his neck, pulled me onto his lap. I sat on his thick thigh, my feet dangling. "I love you son." He pulled me into a hug and I nuzzled his neck. "I love you too, dad. Why are you being weird?" "Weird? I'll show you weird!" Dad started tickling me. We were both laughing and I was begging dad to stop. I could t breath, I was laughing to hard. Dad stopped tickling me, put his huge paws under my arm pits and lifted my 165lbs up and repositioned me so that I was strattling him with my else on either side of his collosal body. Dads eyes had that look in them I'd seen the other day when we were playing with our cocks. He put a huge hand on the back of my head and quickly brought my mouth to mine and kissed me hard. I moaned into his mouth as his thick velvety tongue pushed between my lips and teeth. I sucked on his tongue like it was a little cock, tasting his last cigar and the beer he had with lunch. His new bristly mustache rubbed coarsely against my nose and upper lip. I could feel dads huge cock filling out and and pulsing in his tight jeans. He humped the fat mound in his lap against my ass. Dad broke the sloppy kiss and growled, "my study, now. Strip down. Have my cigar ready when I get there." I practically ran, casting my clothes off as I made my way down the hall to the study.

Chapter Eight

I sat naked on the brown leather couch in my fathers study and prepared one of his super fat 8 inch long cigars by using dads cigar punch to make the hole in the cap, from which he would draw in all that rich sweet smoke. My dick was hard and aching from the hot wet kiss that I had just shared with my huge hulking dad. I had just made out with my father! What the fuck! It was incredible! I was in my head, reliving the kiss, the thought of sucking on dads thick meaty tongue. He practically forced that kiss on me and I loved it. I don't know just how long I had been waiting. It was probably only a couple minutes but it felt like forever. I wanted to feel my old man's mammoth hirsute body against mine again. To feel that big furry gut and chest against me, his thick hairy arms around me. My mouth salivated, imagining he'd kiss me more with those soft daddy lips. I needed his mouth on mine again, to suck on his fat wide tongue and feel it wrestle with my own. My boy cock was drooling as I recollected what we had already done and what more we might do. I picked up dads huge cigar from the side table and held its hefty length under my nose, breathing in the sweet fragrance emitted from the dark, oily, aged tobacco. I took the fat stogie and brought it down to my cock, gently caressing the underside of my dick with its veiny brown wrapper, making my cock bounce and pulse and drool some more. Daddy's horse meat, so thick even his massive hands couldn't fit around it, I couldn't wait to get my hands and mouth on it again, to feels it's enormous girth and fat flared head. Finally I heard the dull heavy thud of dads footsteps coming down the hall leading him to the dimly lit study where I waited for him. He suddenly appeared in the doorway, covered in sweat, his eyes had a lust in them that almost made them glow. He came through the door, almost having to turn his big body slightly to the side to fit the broad shoulders through it. "You want to get an eye full off daddy bear before we get to work?" Dad stood just inside the door naked as the day he was born. I nodded. "Yes sir, daddy!" His base of his huge cock and balls were framed by a thick black rubber ring making him harder than I had previously seen. Massive veins bulged out from the impossibly thick shaft of his cock, straining the tight skin containing them. I could almost see his pulse in them as his daddy meat bounced and throbbed. The fat head of the beast was shiny, purple and angry looking, the broad bulbous tip almost looking like a little butt with the long piss slip being the ass crack. The strongly flared ridge where the giant helmet of a head met the shaft was even more pronounced now with the rubber cock ring hindering the outflow of blood. Dad had enough standing and posing and walked up to me, still sitting with cock in my hand. Daddy's huge cock meat, hard as a rock but still too heavy to stand, gently arched downward towards me. A huge, wide knuckled, hairy hand reached out and dad took his fat stogie from me and brought it to his nose where he gave it a sniff. The smooth cigar wrapper, punctuated by the coarse veins of the leaf scraped against daddys ever growing and thickening mustache. "These things smell damn good, boy." Dad moved the clipped end to his mouth, and clamped the thick stogie, not yet lit, in his white teeth. "Pick up your dads heavy cock and suck on the end best you can", dad said around the big cigar. I was quick to comply with dads order and lifted my own fathers fat hog so that the mushroom was only an inch from my face. I placed my mouth against the expansive head and sucked in as much as I could manage. My hands roamed over the fat cum pipe of a shaft, feeling the veins and the hardness under the soft skin. The precum flow got heavy as I looked up at dad to see him looking down at me looking like some whore with a horse cock in my mouth. Dad let a muffled moan passed his lips. He looked so hot and manly, with big furry body and handsome rugged face, cigar jutting out of that mouth topped by a new cowboy 'stache'. "That's daddy's good boy." Dad was enjoying me worshipping his freakishly huge cock. He knew his boy loved his body and cock and that got him off even more, his own boy, to whom he'd developed an attraction. I pulled my mouth away from dad and a huge string of thick precum came with me, stretching between my lips and dads horse meat. "I love how big this cock is dad. I love that I'm sucking my own hot father." Dad moaned around the fat cigar. "I think it's time to light up, you wanna help your daddy light his big thick stogie?" I nodded. Dad shuffle his large feet, spinning around, and sat on the couch next to me, the couches springs complained under his substantial weight. "Sit on my lap and hold the lighter for me while I get this cigar lit, these big ones take some work to get going." Dad lifted his fat hog so it would rest between us as I strattled his fat hairy thighs. Dad took the cigar from his mouth and rubbed the wet end on my nipple until it was standing hard and erect like tiny dick. He then took the cigar back into his mouth, fucking two or three inches in and out of his lips before settling on a soft spot on which he could lamp down on it. My big daddy brought his large hand to my chest and rubbed the wide palm over my nearly hair skin. "You're such a beautiful little man, son. You know that?" I could feel my face get hot and flushed from dads compliment. "Thank you dad. Do you really find me attractive?" Dad took the cigar from his teeth again so he could speak clearly. "Boy, I don't know what's going on, but the last few days something's awakened in your old man. I feel a love for you I could feel for no other man, no other person out there. I absolutely find you attractive, you're the hottest little piece of ass I've ever laid eyes on. My own son." Dad gushed. "Dad, you know I feel the same about you. I always have. I just wish I could give you pleasure I know you want. I wish I could fit this big thing in my boy ass." I squeezed dads cock, clear fluid gushed from the piss slit. "I would love to make love to your ass son. To fuck it easy and slow and hard and fast. You can't know how bad I want to plant a load of daddy juice up in your guts." Dad broke eye contact, looking down the abnormally large cock I was squeezing and rubbing in my hand. He brought his fat stogie to his face and slowly ran the length under his nose, breathing in the spicy sweet scent again. "You know, it can be done", he said matter-of-factly, still staring at his mammoth manhood. I've seen videos of men taking another mans arm up his ass, I've even seen a guy get fucked by a huge stallion cock bigger than what I got." "Oh my god, dad. That's fucking hot. I want it dad, I really do. And a horse? Holy shit." "We can do it, son. We can train your ass to take me, my fist, my cock. If you want that, that is. Would you like your daddy to make your ass gape and to be able to take daddys fat horse meat?" "Fuck yes, daddy" "Then let's get to it. For now I'll use my tongue and fingers, they're plenty big. Then we'll work up to larger and fatter toys til you can take my fist. You'll be ready at that point. This will take some time though, we gotta go slow so I don't hurt you." Dad put his unlit cigar back in his mouth, clamping down on it again and leaned forward slightly. His huge right hand went to my ass and a thick sausage finger found my tight pucker and begin to rub just the outside. My hole tingled and swelled as it reached out to meet dads thick rough finger. "Oh yeah, that hole's gonna open up nice for daddy!" The huge man pulled his hand away from my horny asshole and reclined against the couch once again. "Let's get this stogie lit before I work on your hole, little buddy." Dad extended a massive hand and arm to retrieve the micro torch on the table and handled it to me. I held the flame to the end of the thick cigar while dad alternated puffing and rotating it until the cherry was glowing brightly. I love watching dads face as the flame leapt up from the end of the cigar on ever puff. The cigar was lit and dad took a slow draw and blew the sweet blue smoke in my face. He then brought a meaty paw to the back of my head and pulled me and out lips met again. My boy cock throbbed against dads man cock as we sucked on each other's tongues and ran them over one another's teeth, exploring each other. Dad ground his turgid fuck pole against mine and I moaned into his smokey mouth. My big cowboy daddys coarse thick mustache was rubbing my upper lip just about raw while a wild hair spring from the mass tickled my nose. I giggled at the tickle and dad broke the kiss and smiled at me. "What's so funny pardner?" He cocked an eye brow. I rubbed my nose to sooth the ticklish itch. "Your mustache tickled my nose but take it easy too, it's kind of abrasive above my lip." "Oh sorry buddy! It'll get better as it grows out longer, won't feel so coarse, I'll take it a little easier on ya for now." Dad winked and took a long draw on his cigar and came back in for a kiss. I sucked on dads thick smokey tongue as he exhaled thick smoke through his nose, making me sputter a bit. Dad moaned into my mouth at his cigar smoke affecting me. He pulled back from the kiss and offered me a fat sausage finger to suck on. "Get it wet, boy." I sucked the finger into my mouth savoring how thick it was and how it tasted like daddy. I blew his thick digit like it was a cock as I looked into his amazing green eyes. Dad puffed his big stogie. He was obviously enjoying my worshipping of his big meaty hand. "That's daddys good boy", he grumbled in husky low voice. I finally let dads well coated index finger slip from my mouth, the blonde knuckle hair plastered with my spit. He leaned forward again, his cigar so close my my face I could feel the heat coming off the burning end. His sopping wet finger found my hole again and swirled around it, gently dipped into the outer ring before returning to swirling around the pucker. I was was managing dads cock as he played with my hole and enjoyed his cigar. His big hose was making a big mess of clear sticky fluid. "Daddy, use some of this cock juice you're making to finger my hole. You're making a lot of it, better not let it go to waste!" I lifted dads mighty horse cock and he scooped some sticky precum that was drooling all over the head and returned to my hole. Dad nudged me to lean over and lay over his legs like he was going to spank me. A fat daddy finger went went to my boy hole and dad pushed it in to the first nuckle. "Ooo" I gasped at the entry of dads wide rough finger tip. He sank the finger in slowly until his hand rested against my butt cheeks. Dad felt my prostate and wiggled his finger. "Ohhhh fuckkk! Dad!" My cock was so hard it hurt. I humped against dads furry thighs. "Feel good, son? You want another finger?" "Yeah, just go slow. Your fingers are huge!" Dad slowly withdrew his finger and the relief of the pressure his fat finger caused was amazing. Dad fished his cock out from under me, pointing it up at his chest. He milked a plentiful stream of precum from the huge shaft and collected it with two fingers. The fingers once at my hole again smeared the liquid around, better coating his fingers. The pressure again as my ass gave way to the invading fingers. I looked back over my shoulder at dad. His brow was furrowed as he puffed his cigar and intently watched as he pushed his flesh into my burning hole. He free hand was slowly stroking and smearing precum over his monster cock shaft and head. He was obviously enjoying himself. My ass rings relented to the assault and dads extremely fat digits descended into my colon. I was groaning at the mix of pleasure and pain it caused me. I writhed on dads lap. Dad begin a gentle short fucking motion with his fingers, only moving them a half inch or so. Dads precum was a wonderful lube and stayed wet for quite a while, especially in my ass. "Oh yeah, daddy, I'm not gonna be able to hold back for long." I moaned. "Ok, get on your back, son!" I flipped over only my back and dad moved down onto the floor without taking his fingers from my stretched hole. He begin pistoning his fingers in and out faster and with longer strokes. My hand went to my cock but dad brushed it away. I looked down at dad and he hover over my cock, giving it a sniff and touching it lightly to the tip of his nose. A streamer of my precum connected to his nose as he pulled back. Dad then stuck his tongue out and licked the underside of my cock head. The sight and situation in general was amazing. My big burly cowboy dad, straight as an arrow, was sitting there on the floor with his huge fingers up my ass and he was contemplating sucking his sons cock. "Go ahead dad, suck your son." With that, dad placed his cigar in the ashtray and engulfed my cock with his hot warm mustached mouth. His fingers fucked me hard as he bobbed up and down on the first 3 or 4 inches of my boyhood. Along with the sucking sounds coming from dads mouth I could hear dad rough fisting his wet cock. "Oh shit, dad! I'm gonna cum! UGHNNN" I began firing off into my old mans mouth as he roughing finger fucked my wet ass. Dad groaned as he swallowed my load which must have been huge from the feel of it. Dad pulled his mouth of my cock as he withdrew his fingers from my hole. Dad say back in his haunches and double fisted his cock. I reached down to my hole to feel the aftermath. My hole was gaping open slightly, still quite relaxed from the fingering dad had given it. "My hole is open, dad. Pressed the head against it and jack your load into me!" Dad didn't need convincing and he reached for his fat scolding cigar and returned it to his jaw, puffing it back from the brink of going out. He shoved the head hard at my hole while I head my legs up to give him access. He puffed hard on his stogie as he ground the huge mushroom against my hole, double fisting the enormous beer can shaft all the while. "Yeah daddy, shoot that cum up your boys gaping cunt! I want it!" Dads breathing became ragged and a low guttural growls started low in chest, he was starting to climax from his boys words. The growl turned to a yell. "Take daddy! Fuckin take your daddy! I'm coming in ya boy, my own son. FUCKKK! Ughnnnnnnn" dad growled and groaned as he bit into his cigar. Dad blasted all over my hole but got a good deal of the half cup load in my boy hole as it gaped for him. Dad milked the last drops of cum into my has and dropped his heavy cock. I reached my arms out to him and he came in and rested his big hairy sweaty gut on me as we kissed.

Chapter Nine

Dad and I lay there on the couch, him on top of me, panting and recovering from our session. I could hardly breathe with dads big belly and chest on me, his considerable hairy mass pressing me into the couch but it felt so good at the same time. Still I needed to breathe and I gave dad a couple gentle pats on the back. "Dad, I cant breathe, youre heavy as hell!" "Oops!, I sorry buddy! I didnt realize I was putting that much weight on you!" Dads weight shifted and he reached for the arm rest and heaved himself up off of my much smaller body. He was wet with sweat, the once soft fuzzy hairy coating his body was now plastered to his skin. He sat back on his feet and pushed my legs back against my chest admiring his handy work, eyeing my puffy, distended, cum drenched ass lips and slight gape that was slowly trying to close now. "Just two of your daddys big ol' fingers go a long way huh, boy?" "Yeah, dad, it feels like a just passed a grapefruit, like a train just ran through." We both laughed. "Did you like it, though, son?" "Hell yeah, dad. I really loved when you were grinding that fat monster against my hole. I cant wait to have it in me for me." "Oh I think we can work up to that, son. It'll happen!" Dad winked. "Now I think we need a shower and maybe a nap, I know I do." Dad let my legs down and he stood up, bracing himself against the arm rest to assist as he hefted his huge body up off the floor. "Ooo" dad softly groaned as one of his knee joints made an audible pop. "This damn knee always gives me trouble during the cold months." Dad had played highschool football and had a career ending leg injury, which gave him a little trouble now and again. I reached my hand out and dad took my hand in his meaty paw and pulled me up off the couch leaving a big wet greasy looking stain of precum and cum behind. I stood there barely chin high to the big man as my smooth chest and and stomach came back into contact his furry body again. I looked up and dad looked down at me and dad stooped enough for us to share a gentle post sex kiss. He slapped my ass and told me, "Go ahead and go shower and I'll meet you in my bed for a nap. I'm gonna clean up our "love stains". Dad chuckled. I soaped up my body to clean away all of our sweat that accumulated on me. I had to be gentle with my hole as it was tender from the rough finger fucking it received from dads two thick calloused fingers. Once rinsed and dryed off I hopped onto my parents bed and nestled under the heavy comforter and sheet. Dad finally walked into the room and went into the bathroom where I heard the shower come on and him stepping in. He made his shower quick and was soon back in the room. I drew back the covers and he manuevered into bed next to me. I rolled away from him and he put his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest and gut, his fur once again fuzzy and dry. He planted a kiss on the back of my head and said "I love you, son, I'm so happy right now." "I love you too dad." I reached my hand back and patted his side. We napped for about an hour and half and when awoke it was starting to get dark outside. The days were growing shorter heading into winter and it had been over cast and grey with the storm system up north. We woke to dads cell phone ringing. My large behemoth of a father grumbled, shook the sleep out of his head, and threw back the covers shocking my body with the sudden blast of cold air. Pop lumbered to the dresser across the phone and picked up his phone. "Hello? Oh hi hun....Who?....Oh ok, I'm sorry to hear that sweetheart, I know she meant a lot to you......OK. No, No, I understand completely. Me 'n Junior will be fine, we miss you and love you lots. OK bye hun, be safe.." I was laying there intently listening to the conversation and had a fear creep over me. Did someone die? "Dad, is mom ok, whats going?" "Moms fine, son. She just found out one of her friends passed. Emanuel 'Somethin er Other', blah blah." "Um, is that that old lady that mom used to visit that crocheted those ugly afghans that we kept gettiing for every Chistmas and birthday? Emmanuelle ScrubbyBooty er Somethin?" "Yeah I think thats who it is, that old lady. Anyway, damnedest thing, she fell into a cement truck feet first and the conrete harden around her with just her head sticking up outta it." "Oh wow, dad thats awful! Can you believe it? What a way to go!" "Hell, thats not all, your mom said apparently after she fell into the cement truck, somethin shorted out maybe and the truck burst into flames and blew up, sky high. They just found a chuck of contrete with the little old ladys charred head stickin outta it." "Oh god, thats tragic." I snickered "Not funny son, someone lost their life." "I know dad, but what the HELL. That is just the worst thing I ever heard. It sounds like something out of a bad movie", I said. I knew it was sad but damn that was an odd turn of events. Somebody must have really disliked that old lady and pushed her in there AND blew the truck up. Crazy. "Good lord, son. I dunno. If she mattered we'd know her lastname right? Any who, dont matter, we'll just be supportive of your mother. NOW, I'm starved, lets get dressed and go have dinner in town tonight, hows that sound?" "Sounds good to me dad, I'm hungry too. Mexican?" I asked. "For you bud, anything." Dad gave me a wink. I went to my room to get dressed, somethin a little nicer than my normal ranch work clothes, save for the jeans. A pair of wranglers goes with everything so long as theyre not too torn up. I put on some clean briefs and socks, a nice blue button down shirt and my favorite pair of jeans. I pulled on my newer pair of brown boots that I'd only worn for horse back riding, they werent quite ready for heavy work to scuff them up. I waited for dad in the living room, I checked my phone and responded to some texts from friends that wondered where I was hiding the last few days. If only they knew I had been playin house with my father. Finally, dad made an appearance. He had on a light blue and white plaid button down shirt with thin orange checks, long sleeves. He wore a pair of dark blue fairly new wranglers that hugged him tight in all the right places. His massive thighs, ass, and crotch bulge were encased by the freshly startched demin. Typical cowboy fashion, clothing with utility that just happens to look great on the right kind of man. Dad also had on a pair of his better boots that were dark brown, reminiscent of the oily wrapper of his dark cigars. Neither dad nor me was a big fan of black cowboy boots. They were way more dressy looking and less casual than brown boots, which go better with dark blue wranglers. We finally had ourselves together and got into dads pickup and drove into town to our favorite Tex-mex place. When we arrived some of our local friends greeted us as we passed them by going into the restaurant. There were also a few folks we'd never seen, tourists probably, or people just passing through. I noticed a guy and his girlfriend or wife, about 30, staring at my handsome cowboy father. Maybe they were shocked by his size or just his striking good rugged looks, or it could have been the huge bulge jutting out from dads crotch. They glanced at us, trying to be inconspicuous and then talking amongst themselves. We were seated and I told dad, "he dad, that couple keep looking at you, over there." "I noticed them son, but how do you know theyre not looking at my handsome boy?" I must have turned beet red from dads compliment. He just smiled big. We had a good dinner and dad put away many beers with his meal and had a pretty good buzz going by the time it was time to leave. I offered to drive when we left and dad lumbered into the passenger seat of the truck. Dad chomped on a unlit cigar and silently staredoff into the dark country as I drove us back home. Dad finally spoke, still staring out the window, "your mom will back tomorrow, ya know? If were gonna keep on playin like we have been we're gonna have to keep it very low key. You have been having fun with me right? Do you wanna keep on the way we have been?" I didnt hesitate. "Hell yeah, dad! I've been having a great time. Definitely dont wanna stop playin with you and that big monster you got!" Dad broke his gaze with the passing dark scenery and looked over at me with a big smile around his big cigar. He swatted my leg and said "GOOD! We'll have to work in some fun when we get home, before our old lady comes home!" "M'mm, sounds good dad." We finally came up on our gate and I drove the truck through and over the cattle guard, sending a vibration through the cab of the pickup. We made it down the long driveway and pulled up at the house. Dad and I got out and headed for the tall entry door. Just as we got to the door and as I planted my hand on the door handle dad grabbed me with his big hands and spun me around to face him. He gazed into my eyes in the dim light on the front porch. He pulled his stogie from his maw, brought me in close, and planted his hairy lips on my mine. He gave me a sloppy wet kiss, grinding his thick mustache into my mouth. His tongue found its way into my mouth and I accepted it all too well and sucked on it the way I wished I could suck his monster daddy cock. Dad's big gut and straining, overly full cock bulge ground into my body. My cock was hard as a rock in my jeans, it was uncomfortable due to the tightness of my painted on nut huggers. All the while we mouth fucked each other with our tongues I ran my hands up and down dads back and over his fat firm belly. Dads huge meaty hands were kneading my ass cheeks through my jeans, I couldn't know just how much dad wanted to get inside me. We broke free of our heavy panting and kissing, our mauling of one another. Without a word we both bolted through the door and shed our clothing as we made it to dads study. "I want to try something son, but first get me a big smoke.", Dad said. I retreived a huge cigar,nearly as fat but longer than my own dick, and punched the end for dad. He took it greedily from my hand and before chomping it he spoke. "I'm gonna put the head of my soft cock in your mouth while it'll fit and jack a load into your throat. Think youre up for that, boy?" Dad seemed very lustful and domineering, like a stallion, snorting and stomping, about to mount a mare. "Wow, yead dad, I'm willing to try!" "Just try to relax and open wide, it'll fit", dad assured me. I knelt in front of dad, his monster had softened, and while still huge it dangled like a fat wet noodle. Dads massive right hand reached down and hefted the huge sausage up to my face, offering it to me. I opened wide as dad slid the fat spongy head into my mouth. It tasted and smelled amazing as ever, lightly of dads natural musk and fresh soap. The head while soft was plenty big but I had enough room in my mouth for it to swell. It was the shaft I was little worried about. I didnt want to leave teeth marks on dad 'cause I couldnt open wide enough. We would see though. Dad was satisfied at his penetration of my mouth and now turned his attenting to lighting his fat cigar. I watched from below, with dads mushroom in my gullet, as he began pushing the huge aromatic tobacco cock into life. Every time he would puff and the flame would leap his cock would jump a little and fill with blood. The head was filling out to near it capacity, the huge flared ridge locked now behind my teeth, which ever so gently came to rest on dads fat stalk. I barely had room to breathe through my mouth so resorted to taking in air through my nose. The cigar now lit to dads liking, glowing end burning brightly as he took a long draw and inhaled sharply, something I'd seen him rarely do. "God, you look fuckin hot your daddy's horse cock in your mouth, son", dad said lustfully as thick smoke escaped from his mouth and nostrils. Dad reached down again for his cock and began stroking the massive shaft best he could with his meaty paw. He drew deeply, again, on the huge stogie jutting out from his jaw and breathed the sweet rich smoke. "Look at those cheeks bulging out with daddys big cock flare." Dad stroked his cock harder and puffed his cigar hard, alternating between inhales and normal draws. He must have been horned up, I'd never seen him inhale his cigar smoke so much or often. My right hand was working my own cock, dry as it was, and with my left I reached for dads huge bull nuts. I felt the big balls inside and gently pulled on the low hanging sack. Dad growled around his cigar, he liked this. "Fuck yeah, pull on em, son. Help your daddy work this load into you." Dad spat into his hand and then jacked his monster shaft harder. His brow began to perspire and little drops dripped off the end of his nose. Dads cock was locked in my mouth like a dogs cock gets tied to a bitches pussy. It felt amazing to feel the swollen meat mushroom against my tongue and cheeks, they roof of my mouth. I was full of the massive glans. My jaw was starting to ache and the steady flow of precum down my throat was on the verge of making me gag. With no way to swallow, with my tongue held down by the massive cock head, my spit drooled from the corners of my mouth and down my chin. I caught some and used it as lube on my cock. "I'm getting close boy, jack your cock with me. I'll let you know when its coming so you wont choke. Its gonna be a lot. Now pull on my fuckin balls!" Dad chomped and puffed his big stogie and jacked his cock furiously as I pulled and kneaded his bull balls. The juicy sounds of our wet hands on our cocks, the heavy breathing, and the crackling of dads cigar as it burned were all the sounds I could hear. Everything else was gone. "Uh huhhh" Dad moaned low. "Its time, boy" He whimpered. Dad pulled hard on his cigar and drew in a massive cloud of smoke, as his cock head flared huge, stretching my mouth to the limit as volley after salty sweet volley of cum shot from the piss hole of the cock. I couldnt swallow and the cum just shot down my throat and poured down my chin, there was too much to keep up with. I shot my load at the same time, pelting dads feet and legs with my boy cum. I somehow managed to get the load down enough so I could breath without drowning in cum, I admit it was a little scary. Dad huffed and puffed and groaned while he used his thick fingers to milk his remaining load from his cock in my mouth. His huge cigar was about half smoked down. I had no idea how long this affair had lasted, seemed like ages but at the same time, only seconds. Dad began reverse milking his shaft and squeezing it, I assumed to help it soften, so he could pulled it from my aching jaw. I needed it too by then. My jaw hurt something awful, and I needed to swallow. I needed to breathe more freely, I was tired. Dads puffed gently now on his thick brown stogie as I looked up at his, my eyes watering slightly. With an audible pop, he pulled his slimy wet cock free.

Chapter Ten

**Sorry for the long hiatus guys. Ive had dozens of you guys writing me emails telling me how you enjoy the story and asking when I'll continue. I really appreciate the positive response my story is getting. Thanks so much for the kind works. Life has been hectic lately but I will try to dedicate more time to writing more "My Big Cowboy Dad". I've also another story idea I may start on during or after this one ends(?). It will be at least slightly different subject matter but I think if you are enjoying this one, odds are that you'll like the new one!** "Phewww, sorry if I got carried away son. It was feeling way to damn good. Seeing my own boy with his daddy's horse cock in mouth." Dad was covered in sweat and he brought the back of his huge hand to his forehead, wiping his brow. He was somewhat huffing and winded. "It was a little intense, to say for sure, Dad. The head on that thing really swells up when your fully rock hard and about to cum, it kinda reminds me of one of the Studs when he breeds the mares." I was panting, still catching my breath. Dad chuckled a little as he stooped and set himself on one knee, then gently rolling himself onto the cool floor like a big bear. "I'm gonna lay here for a minute or two and try and catch my breath, then I'll go shower. I must smell pretty sweaty. Why dont you go ahead and go get your shower first while I lay here", Dad said as he reached a big paw down to his slowly deflating but still massive drooling cock and gave it a tug and scratched under his big nuts. "K, Dad" As I trodded off and turned the corner to the bathroom I glanced back at Dad on the floor, his eyes closed, taking a slow draw on his smoldering cigar, his other hand holding his softening cock to his belly. He looked so contented, satisfied...big, furry, masculine, and handsome. I felt like I was beginning to love my dad in a different way than I had all my life. No, not a different love, an additional kind of love. He was still my dad in my eyes, my hero and protector as I'd always known him to be, and I loved him dearly. This new love I felt in addition to that was something else but I really couldnt place it. Maybe it was the love one person feels for another when they are IN love. And then, of course, there was lust. I love my dad as my father, and maybe I was now loving him as a lover, too; but this lust I felt for my dad was really growing too. It wasnt exactly new to me, my dad had always been the epitome of manliness to me and that made something stir in me sexually, even if I hadnt realized it earlier on. This feeling of lust and desire for my father was growing and evolving. I really was finding myself sexuallizing and fetishising things about my dad, his big cigars and they way they seemed to get him off, the pleasure they gave dad really got me off. And, dads cock, the size of it, the weight it, the way it looked and felt in my hands, the way he handled it like it was almost burdensome to work it with his hands, to carry it in his burging jeans. His body, so big and hairy, with his big solid belly, he was a brute, handsome but could never be called pretty. He reminded me off a massive silver back gorilla, sheer size and power. He was capable of ripping a man in two if necessary but still have the ability to be so gentle and careful with a smaller person, a lover, his son. --------------------------------------- Over the following weeks dad and I would play and explore each others bodies more but we had to be careful, mom was back at home now. We would grope one another when she was out of the room and talking on the phone. We were lucky to live on such a large piece of land that afforded us privacy even out away from the house. We'd go out to fell a tree for fire wood or mend fence and check on livestock. We would actually do those things as required but we'd always take a break where dad would fire up a big stogie and lean back against the truck or sit on the tail gate while I'd lick, nibble, and try to suck the head of his cock the best I could. Dad would assist my efforts by stroking the thick shaft now and then all the while puffing on his large cigar and watching me work. I loved to look up at him while he enjoyed the attention to his body, the serious slab of veiny flesh tipped with a firm but pliable apple size head. I could just about tongue fuck his piss hole, it was so big. Dad would let me have a break and I'd get on my hands and knees in the truck bed while dad licked, sucked and tongue fucked my boy hole. He would reach around my legs and slowly squeeze and tug on my dick with his huge rough hand. We would usually end the session with me standing next to dad with two or three of his fat fingers in my ass, my arm wrapped as far around dads large waist as I could reach. He pounding our puds together, both admiring dads giant horse dick, watching the head flare out until we both blew out loads on the ground. Alternately I would dive down and suck on the end of dads huge helmet as he shot, depending on our moods that day. Dad would always thank me with a smokey kiss and a pat on the butt as we pulled our jeans back on. Dad would always have to wait a few minutes for his dick to shrink down enough to fit confortably back in his wranglers. The big cock had a tendency to stay fairly engorged unless he squeezed and milks it back down in size. Dad and I were still pretty determined for me to take his cock in my ass but dad was very cautious and terrifed of causing me more pain than could be avoided with a cock as big as his. When mom would be out shopping or visiting friends and relatives dad would spend long sessions eating my hole and probing it with his fingers and larger and larger toys. These sessions would end with my hole very open and relaxed and dad would always grind the big apple head against my hole and shoot probably half a cup of his cum load into it. This was always his test, his way of measuring how close he was to getting the head able to pop in without tearing me in two.

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