Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2016 19:24:37 -0500
From: Cowboy Boots <cwbyboot@gmail.com>
Subject: My BIg Cowboy Dad part - 10

Chapter 10

**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.


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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.


To be continued...


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