Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2015 22:28:48 -0600
From: Cowboy Boots <cwbyboot@gmail.com>
Subject: My Big Cowboy Dad- Part 9

Chapter 9

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.

To be continued...

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