Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2014 21:25:54 -0600
From: Cowboy <cwbyboot@gmail.com>
Subject: My big cowboy dad - part 7

   Chapter 7


       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.


To be continued...


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