Daddy's Little Cow Poke

🏳️‍🌈 A story by Josh Terrence 🏳️‍🌈

mb/incest/oral/anal/mast/rimming/gay

Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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I'd just finished ironing my shirt and was about to hop in the shower when, as usual, I found my son Chet standing in front of the mirror over the bathroom sink. He was combing his light brown hair and smiling at his reflection in typical 13 year old boy fashion.

His birthday had just passed, and there was no doubt he was a teenager. With my blessing, he started staying out later and he seemed obsessed with his looks. It's not uncommon to see my boy polishing his cowboy boots on the porch, or using a wet napkin to touch up his tennis shoes and make sure there were no blemishes or scuffs.

Before barging into the bathroom, I took the time to admire my little cowpoke for a few moments. He was just starting a growth spurt, and was on track to be as tall as his old man. I stand at 6'1" and weigh 190 pounds. At his checkup a few weeks ago, Chet checked in at 5'3" and tipped the scales at 130 pounds. His medium frame compliments his cherubic smile and light brown hair, which I keep short around the sides and parted to the side.

Lately, he's been joining me in the garage when I lift weights. I can't explain the amount of pride I felt the first time my boy put up 135 pounds on the bench press.

Now he knocks out a full rep of 8 before he stalls out, and has been pestering me to add more weight to the bar. In addition to the bench, my boy's been squatting with 120 pounds on his shoulders and it really shows in his glutes.

No doubt about it, my youngster is a little heartbreaker.

While he was crooning in the mirror, I piped up.

"Hey sport, you got plans tonight?" I asked, and he grinned over his shoulder at me.

"I'm gonna go hang with the fellas in town," he drawled, then he gave my bath towel a once over. "You got company tonight?"

"Nothing definite, but I'm about to go on the prowl for something," I said, playfully swatting his plump butt. It jiggled a little bit, but there was a firm core under the soft padding that offered resistance when my palm made contact.

I couldn't help but notice the way his bubble butt had grown in the last 6 months. My boy's always had a round, beefy ass, but it honestly looked like it had doubled in size since the school year started. His Wrangler's looked like they were barely containing the sheer mass of his glutes, which weren't just growing outward, but also seemed to be growing wider. It made me wonder if he was doing extra squats when I wasn't watching.

"How does my butt look in these jeans?" he asked, and I couldn't tell if he was being playful or serious.

"It looks like it's about to burst through the seam, sport," I told him, then I playfully snapped it with my towel. He responded by sticking his tongue out at me and making a loud fart sound, then he scampered out of the bathroom so I could take a shower and get on with my evening.

When I was about to leave, Chet asked me to drop him off at the shopping center where he and his little buddies hang out. There's not a lot to do on a Friday night in our country town except hang out at the shopping center or hang out at one of the local watering holes.

Lately, my favorite watering hole has been the Rainbow Buckle, a gay bar not too far from where I dropped my son off. As soon as he got out, I drove straight to the bar and saddled up for a night of drinking and same sex action. Chet hadn't figured out that his old man had been fucking guys in the ass, and I wasn't too keen on him knowing about it.

So discretion was a must for me.

Acting on this fear, I parked in the back lot of the bar just in case my boy and his crew happened to walk passed the Rainbow Buckle on their way to wherever it is boys their age like to frequent. Then I went inside and ordered a tall draft while I scoped out the scene.

While I was sitting at the bar, a cute little cowpoke caught my eye and we shared a smile. He was dressed in a white button down that was tucked into a pair of tight fitting Wrangler jeans. He couldn't have been any older than 22, and he had an ass that looked like I could park my truck in it. I felt my dick get hard and throb in my jeans when he gave me a suggestive grin. So I ordered a second beer and downed it, then I got up and followed him to the men's room.

As it turns out, I made quick work out of the cutie. He bared his ass and bent over while I unleashed my daddy dick. When it sprang free, I lined up to his pre-lubed hole and slid into the tightest, hungriest ass I'd ever felt. Then I proceeded to fuck him for about 2 minutes before losing the battle and seeding him. When I pulled out, he sucked my dick clean and we shared a kiss, then I went back to the bar to order one more beer before settling my tab.

On the way to my car, I heard what sounded like boyish moans and hard panting nearby. It was hard to see in the dark as I looked around for the source of the noise. But the sole overhead lamp in the parking lot gave me just enough light to watch the show. And what a show it was!

I was greeted by the site of two guys getting it on out in the open. One was clearly older and much taller than his conquest. The other looked younger and much, much shorter than his lover. But he seemed to be well built, and was blessed with a muscular ass.

The short, medium built bottom was holding onto the trunk of a small sports car with his jeans and underwear puddled around his ankles and his back arched. His thick, meaty ass pointing straight out, allowing the top whose company he was enjoying to hold onto his hips. I watched with amazement as the top fed him fluid strokes of a dick that looked way too big for a bottom that size to handle. And yet there he was, moaning with pleasure as his thick ass swallowed that long, thick shaft over and over.

Hoping to get a closer look, I cautiously approached and the top winked at me. My dick got hard all over again as I watched the show, so I took it out and started to stroke it, wondering if I'd get lucky a second time. While I was in the middle of stroking my man meat, the moaning bottom turned his head and we locked eyes.

That was when I realized it was Chet.

His expression was difficult to read. He looked like he does whenever I bust him doing something he isn't supposed to be doing. But he also looked like he was too far gone to stop himself from enjoying the dick he was riding. Then he looked at my boner, which was still in my hand, and moaned wildly. I watched his legs shake and quiver and got worried for a second.

Then I realized why his legs were convulsing and felt my dick throb in my hand.

While my son was climaxing around the big dick that was stroking his ass out, his lover sped up the pace of his cock strokes. Chet's head fell to the side and he gazed at me with a look of euphoria, then his conquest buried his pole up my son's ass and got off.

When he pulled out, my son knelt in front of him and sucked him clean with the technique of an experienced cock hound. He was all over this man's prick, practically making love to it with a lascivious smile on his face. Further down, his boy boner was standing at attention. All 3 inches of it was sticking up at a 45 degree angle while his still hairless skin around his balls looked like it was pulling inward.

In the midst of his sucking and cooing, he fixed his gaze on my cock. I looked down and realized that my hand was still moving up and down its length while I watched my son sucking dick after having just been fucked. Then I cast my horny eyes back down at him and saw the hunger on his face. Even with a dick in his mouth, I could see the pleading look in his eyes and knew what he wanted. So with my own gamey desire leading the way, I nodded at him and watched as his expression softened.

Without a word, he relinquished the dick in his mouth and rose to his feet. I fixed my gaze on his boy boner, taking note of the strand of precum hanging from the tip and the dark half moon of pubic hair framing the base. We made eye contact, then he resumed the position with his hands on the stranger's trunk and his ass presented for fucking.

My paternal instincts were clashing with my yearning to get up into my son's ass. And somehow, the two competing sentiments found harmony when I tapped my son's hungry asshole with the end of my big dick and it bloomed. Realizing that my baby boy was in a vulnerable, horny place, I inserted the tip and felt his anus close around my glans. So hot, so tight.

Wanting him to know I was going to make it better, I gently rubbed up and down his spinal column with the flat of my fingers and said, "You sure about this, son?"

"Yeah," he panted, then he smiled over his shoulder and my heart melted. "Love you, dad."

"I love you too, sport," I assured him, then I felt the incredible heat and tightness of his moist anus engulf the rest of my length as I slid the rest of the way inside.

When I felt the soft, warm skin of his buttocks against my hairy pubic bone and the tops of my thighs, I marveled at the idea that I hadn't picked up on my son's orientation. Or his natural place as a bottom. I gently caressed his right buttcheek with my palm, making him sigh. Then I used my thumbs to splay his crevice and took in the sight of my cock rooted in his ass. I watched with wonder as his pucker gripped the base of my dick while a trickle of assjuice and cum leaked from its perimeter.

To my right, the man who'd just fucked him was doing the math in his head. His disbelieving eyes switched from my face to Chet's, then back to mine before hissing, "Holy crap, is this really happening?"

With a dreamy inflection in his voice, my son cooed, "Yeah."

"How's it feel, sport?" I asked, and he responded by hugging his arms to his chest with a soft purr.

"It feels so good, dad," he practically whispered, then he folded his arms on the hood of the trunk and rested his head on them with a deep grin.

Taking that as my cue, I started a dance of devotion for my son by slowly thrusting. Each in and out motion was carefully executed to give him the maximum amount of pleasure while avoiding any motion that might cause him discomfort. I didn't want my baby boy to experience any pain, so I slowly built up my pace until his melodic notes of pleasure rang into the night. With every stroke that was delivered, my son's ass responded by tightening around my shaft. Little by little, his rectal walls constricted and I could feel the pressure mounting along my length. My glans felt like they were scraping the lining of his anus as I pulled back, then bullying their way back in as I thrusted forward.

And just when I thought his rear end might crush my manhood before I could finish, his legs started to shake all over again and I felt a wet, creamy sensation against the underside of my dick. A split second later, his ass muscles relaxed, then quickly closed around my shaft again. Then the cycle repeated itself in rapid succession while my little cowpoke moaned with unchecked passion. His boyish pitch was a song of pure pleasure, spurred by the sensations of anal intercourse that we were both reveling in.

I have to admit that I felt an explosion of fatherly pride as I pleasured my son. His plump ass was on fire around my dick and he was letting out those long, boyish moans of pleasure that only a bottom gets to experience. I've heard it over and over again as I plowed twink after twink. Their asses take every cock stroke they can get, and they moan with passion the entire time. And now it was Chet's turn to experience pleasure in his ass. And it was my turn to give him that pleasure.

While my Chet was receiving his ultimate ecstasy, my own shaft started to burn with the familiar pangs of orgasmic fury. The hot, creamy interior of my son's hungry rear end was pulling a climax from my ballsack. Usually, I'm a one and done lover at the bar. I find a twink to fuck, take him to the men's room and unload my balls, then go home.

But on this evening, with my son's ass wrapped around my dick, there was no way for me to reconcile the selfish top I normally am with the paternal instinct I had to soothe my baby's itch. So I delivered a deep, meaningful service to my son while his legs quivered and his rectal walls produced an abundance of mucosa around my shaft.

But when a man's orgasm is upon him, a man's orgasm is upon him. And thanks to the mounting pressure in my scrotal sack, there was no way to hold off. My boy's shitter was massaging every inch of my fatherhood while my balls glanced off of his hot taint over and over. So when the cum started to rise up my shaft, there was no reversing course.

Giving in to what I knew was coming, I sped my hips up and pressed my palm flat against Chet's lower back. He let out a labored, guttural moan as my strokes picked up speed, then I felt a wave of frisson wash over my 6'1" frame and threw my head back. With a sharp hiss, I buried my dick all the way up his ass and experienced the rush of the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life.

"Oh my fucking god!" I spat as my cock jerked in my son's rectum, releasing shot after shot of cum that emerged with so much pressure that it felt like I was shooting piss up his ass. I dug my fingertips into his buns and squeezed them tight while my orgasm ran its course, then I felt my lungs release a breath I didn't even realize I'd taken. As the sweet release of post orgasmic endorphins spread through my body, I exhaled again and hissed, "Shit!"

I felt the touch of the stranger's hand running up and down my back and gave him a grateful smile. Almost on instinct, we shared a deep French kiss while Chet's ass continued to squeeze my dick with continuous contractions. Finally, we broke our kiss and I gingerly pulled out of my boy.

With a glazed over smile, he turned to face me and I planted a long, tongue filled kiss on his mouth. When we broke our kiss, I asked him, "You okay, babe?"

"I'm perfect, dad," he sighed, then he puckered up and we kissed on the lips. "Can I suck it, too?"

"Sure sport," I said, then I ruffled his hair before he went to his knees and wrapped his lips around my fatherhood. His moaning and hissing was so passionate as he worshipped every inch of my cock, and I wondered how long he'd been at it.

Finally, I gently pulled him off my shaft and he lovingly put my equipment away for me. Then he zipped me up and buttoned my jeans with a tender smile while I exchanged niceties with the stranger who pleasured my son before me. When Chet hiked his Wrangler's, he gave me a shy smile and reached for my hand so I could walk him to the truck and drive him home.

On the way home, he gave me a bashful look and asked, "Dad?"

"Yeah sport?"

"Are you gay now?"

"I reckon so," I conceded. "How about you?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "Dad?"

"Yeah sport?"

"Are we hitched?"

I thought about it for a few moments before answering.

"You wanna be hitched?"

"Kinda," he said, then he shyly reached for my hand. "I have a major crush on you after we... you know."

"After we poked?" I asked him, and he nodded through a furious blush.

"Yeah, I want to do it with you all the time now," he admitted.

"I reckon I'd like that too, sport," I told him. "You been doing extra squats?"

"Yeah," he said quietly, still blushing.

"I love you, Chet," I assured him, giving his little paw a tight squeeze.

"I love you too, dad," he sighed, giving me a sleepy smile as we drove home.

🏳️‍🌈 The End 🏳️‍🌈

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