Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 23:09:46 -0600
From: Cowboy Boots <cwbyboot@gmail.com>
Subject: My Big Cowboy Dad - Part 1 and 2
Chapter 1
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 2
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.
More to come. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the story so far.
If you have any comments shoot me an email - cwbyboots@gmail.com.