Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2014 21:36:54 -0600 From: Cowboy Subject: My big cowboy dad - part 6 "How bout a shower, kiddo?, dad asked, putting his cigar in the ashtray to go out. "Yeah, that sounds good dad. I'm all sweaty and covered in spooge." Dad laughed a hearty laugh, "yeah I see that, let's go get cleaned up and something to eat, I'm starving." We moved to my parents master bath which had a huge shower with multiple spray heads. Dads office had a small bathroom but no shower. Dad cranked on the water and we adjusted the temp to get it just right. I stood there near the bathroom door watching dad fittle with the knobs. Dads cock had shrunk down about as small as it gets and there was still a long dribble of cum hangin off the end. I just watched admiring it as it swung back and forth gently. It looked about 8- 10 inches long and still really thick. I walked over to dad and gripped the big soft piece of flesh, the cumsicle dropping into the floor. "Dad, I still can't get over how big this thing is", I said squeezing the massive but soft and spongy dong. Dad kinda humped his crotch at my hand and said "glad ya like it, champ. It's yours to play with any time we have a chance." Dad stooped and gave me a fatherly smack on my forehead. "Now get in the shower and get cleaned up." We stepped into the big shower. The water was warm but not too hot since we were a little heated. A hot shower would have been a little uncomfortable. Dad handed me the soap and a wash cloth and turned away from me. "Get my back for me, buddy, and I'll do yours." I was only too glad to scrub dads back for him. His back was lightly covered in the same golden brown hair as much of the rest of him. Dads back was wide and his torso long and well muscled. It was like scrubbing a furry wall. "All done, dad." He turned around to face me. "Your turn, sport." Dad put his big mitts on my shoulders and guided me to turn around. I handed him the soap and cloth over my shoulder. Dad scrubbed me with a lot of vigor, I had to work to keep my balance. Dad is immensely strong and forgets how much bigger he is than others. He doesn't know his own strength. "I think I'm clean now, pop!", I said with a chuckle. "Sorry bud I got carried away", he snickered. Dad then brought his huge hairy arms around me and pulled my back into his big firm gut. We just stood there like that for a minute. Dad holding me like that in the shower was electric. I felt so safe and wanted, I wished we could just stay like this. Dad moved his head down next to my ear, his stubble lightly scraping u cheek and his chin resting on collar bone. "Did you have fun today?" I saw his eye brows raise in my periphery. "Yeah dad it was fun, more than that. Amazing. I loved today, with you." "Me too son. I never thought I could have so much...fun... With my own boy." Dads cell phone starting ringing in his room. "Let me go get that son, finish up in here and meet me in the kitchen." I rinsed off, got out of the shower and dried myself with with one of the big bath sheets mom and dad had in their bathroom. For dad a regular towel wouldn't do, he'd always have to use two or three little ones when we were at hotel. I slipped my shirt and shorts back on and met dad in the kitchen. Pop only had his robe on but it was untied. He was stackin up a couple of sandwiches for us. Well actually one for me and two for him. Dad wasn't big on cooking so sandwiches were regular fare when mom was away. "Hey buddy, that was your mom on the phone. Your aunt Carol isn't feeling well so moms gonna stay a day or two longer. So, just you and me for a while." Dad flashed a big grin. "Oh, I hope aunt Carol is ok." "Well you know your aunt, she's a hypochondriac. Any word of a bug going around and bam, she's got it", Dad huffed. I shrugged. "Yeah, that's kind of what comes to mind when it comes to your aunt". Dad shrugged too. Dad got some chips out of the pantry and a few beers and coke from the fridge and handed me my plate. "Let's go to the den and see if we can't find a decent movie to watch." We sat and ate our sandwiches, dad drinking his second beer now, me sipping my coke. We settled on an 'Ace Ventura' movie, I think they're hilarious and dad likes them too, being a BIG kid at heart. Dad and I finished our food and dad swigged the last gulp of his beer. "Hey, son, would you get me another beer and a cigar, one of my usuals"? I got up but then stopped in my tracks and turned and look at dad. "Dad, a cigar in the den? Are you sure?" Dad was NOT allowed to smoke outside his study in the house, mom would kill him. Dad chuckled, "son, mom'll be gone for at least 2 more days. We can air out the place, it's cool out. A stogie...er two ain't gonna hurt nothin. Yer mom'll never know. Go on..." "Okayyy" I drew out the word. I went to dads study and picked out one of his big fat everyday cigars. I ran it under my nose breathing in the intoxicatingly sweet spicy scent the dark brown tobacco exuded. I punched the cap to open the draw and stuck dads cigar torch in my waistband. Getting back to the kitchen I got myself another coke and dad another shiner bock, dads favorite local Texas beer. With the drinks my hands were full and I absent-mindedly stuck the fat stogie in my teeth accommodate the the drinks. As I walked into the den dad turned and saw me with "daddy's cigar" in my mouth, my jaw bulging obscenely from the size of the thing, considering my smaller frame. "Hoowee, boy. You look damn good with your daddy's fat stogie in your mouth." I walked over to dad and handed him his beer and sat my coke down. I gave dad is cigar after making sure I didn't leave a lot of excess spit on it. "Thanks son, you started me a good chomp mark. I'm guessing this isn't the first of my cigars you've had in your mouth?" "Maybe not. I dunno." I replied playfully. "Well of course it's not a big deal, boy. Especially now that I know you're a stogie hound just like me." "Yeah, I've been playing with your cigars ever since I was about 14. I love chomping on them like you and jacking off a load, imagining you're encouraging your boy to smoke your big cigar." "Have you tried smoking one yet, son?" "Nope, not yet", I replied. "Probably best that you didn't, I smoke pretty strong cigars. Probably would've made you turn green and sick to your stomach." I just smiled. "I just like chomping on them and I like they way they smell. They smell great. I do like the sweet smell of the smoke when you smoke though, always have." "Well, your welcome to chomp on daddy's stogie while you beat your meat, whatever gets my boy off." Dad stuck the big fat cigar in his maw and motioned for me to snuggle up next to him. I came over and dad tucked me under his huge arm and I ran my hand thru the thick forest of golden brown fur on his forearm. "Ahem", dad cleared his throat. I looked up at him, he was looking down at me, fat stogie jutting out at my face. His big hand reached up and pulled the cigar from his mouth. "We gonna light this thing, son?" I had forgotten to give dad his lighter. "Haha. Sorry dad. Forgot." I pulled the little torch from my waistband and handed it to dad and he proceeded to light up the fat smoke. I stared hard at dad, watching him going thru the ritual of lighting his thick brown stogie. He puffed as held the flame to wide foot of swirled tobacco, the end of the cigar bursting into flames in a bright flash, illuminating dads handsome face. Satisfied that it was lit, dad took a proper draw and let out a contented sigh and pulled me in tight to his side. I had a painfully hard cock in my shorts with dads smoke wafting down to me. We continued watching tv, dad flipping the channels, stopping periodically when something caught his attention. I was enjoying the warmth of dads big body against me and the big arm around me. I kept stealing glances of dad, full handsome face now covered in a short stubbly beard, and his thin masculine lips pursing around that big fat fucking stogie. I was kind of laying down and leaning against dad so my head was level with his chest. The profile of dads face, big cigar sticking out from it, was so hot. Dad was pure porn to me. "How bout we lay down, kiddo?" Dad and I maneuvered so that, again, I was laying in front of him. Dad was up higher than me, propped up against a pillow and armrest so he could keep enjoying his cigar. I was a bit lower, dads fat naked sausage and bull balls against my lower back, his giant hand lightly rubbing my chest as we watched the last half hour of a die hard movie. This was heaven. I was so relaxed basking in the presence of my big burly cowboy I dozed off. Next thing I knew dad had the tv and lights turned off and picked me up off the couch like I weighed nothing, like I was just a little 40lb kid. I was barely awake but I did realize dad had carried me into his room and laid me on the bed. Dad disappeared in the restroom, the door open. I heard the loud gushing of dads the rented beer hitting the water in the toilet. Dad had a lot of beer and the piss seemed to go for a full minute. Dad came back to the bed and yanked the covers out from under me so he could get the over us. "Sorry buddy, don't want you to get cold, go back to sleep." Dad got into the bed, his weight causing the boxspring to squeak and pop under us. He snuggled up against my back, put an arm around and held me tight to his hairy chest and gut. I laid there until dad started a soft snore and dozed back off myself. I woke up to dad hunching his obviously hard horse cock against my back, his bull nuts nestled against my butt. "Not gonna happen dad, I want to continue living", I snickered. Dad laughed, "just morning wood, sport, can't help it." "More like morning tree trunk, dad." Dads huge mushroom was leaking precum and I could feel it wet against my skin. I went to flip over so I could play with dads meat pole but he held me down and nibbled my ear. "Daddy needs to cum, you gonna help him out like a good boy?" "Yes sir!" "Lay on your stomach, boy." I rolled onto my stomach, my hard cock between my belly and the sheets. Dad straddled my legs and started rubbing his horse cock head all over my ass cheeks. "You got a pretty little butt, son. Sure wish I could fit in there." "Dad, no. There's no way I can take that thing." I was a little scared that dad actually wanted to try to fuck me. Surely he knew he would really hurt me if he could even squeeze the head in. "I'm just rubbing it on your sweet little ass, son, you can relax. Daddy's not gonna fuck it." Dad pulled my cheeks apart and started grinding the bulbous apple-sized head against my hole. I could feel the sticky wet precum that flowed from dads cock like a dripping faucet. The giant glans was pulled from between my ass cheeks and then a loud smack as dad slapped his cock on my ass hard. Dad would smack his cock on me and then hold it down against my crack with his hand and fuck the makeshift hole. He did this repeatedly. "You wanna work on your daddy's cock for a while, boy?" Dad quickly dismounted me and laid next to me, hold his cock and waving it in front of me. I quickly went to work rubbing all over it with my hands, marveling at the massive legth and girth that I could get a hand around. I slobbered all over the meaty head, my spit mixing with the salty sweet liquid sealing from the wide poss slit. There was a bit of muskiness in dads cock nectar reminiscent of dads cigars. "Fuck, son, you're making daddy feel real good. You gettin off on that big meat?" I managed a muffled "uh humph." Dad started humping his ass off the bed. Aww shit, boy. You're doing good, hot your daddy right on the edge. Get on your back and put your legs up. Dad roughly assisted me to lay down on the bed and got between my legs and flopped his monster cock meat between them. He clamped my legs shut on his fat log and started fucking my thighs hard. He was red in the face. He was really worked, like a stallion that gets the scents of mare in heat, it was a little scary. His big cock dragged against my seven inched and my balls, essentially jacking me off. "Rub the fuckin head, son. Use all that daddy precum and rub the fuckin head. Help me cum boy. Fuck!" I reached down to the colossal head thrusting at me and spread the generous amount of daddy juice with my hands. I rubbed fast and hard, occasional getting a grip of the huge flared ridge in my hand, then it breaking free of my hand with an audible pop. My cock couldn't stand it anymore and I started unloading against dads dick. "I'm coming dad, ohhhhh, fuck. I groaned and grunted. "Fuck yeah son, here it comes. Daddy's COMINGGGG" Dad let out the deepest roar as his massive cock head swelled and started spewing thick shots of daddy cum. It splashed my chest, my face, flew over my head hitting the pillows and head board. It seemed like half a cup of semen. I was covered. Dads stroked slowed down and whimpered like puppy. He collapsed over me, catching himself with his hands so as not to squash me under his considerable mass. His belly pressed his still pulsing cock into my belly. Dad rolled off me to lay next to me, breathing hard. "Fuck.... That.... Was ...Awesome" dad said between breaths. "Sorry I got carried away, son" he said and leaned toward and kissed me on the forehead. "Did you like that?" "Oh yeah dad, I've never come so hard." "Looks like we need to shower and wash these sheets dad" "Yeah" dad laughed out loud. To be continued..... Comments? Cwbyboot@gmail.com Don't forget to donate whatever you can to nifty to help keep it free.