Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 23:09:46 -0600 From: Cowboy Boots 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. 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