Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2015 22:28:48 -0600 From: Cowboy Boots Subject: My Big Cowboy Dad- Part 9 Chapter 9 Dad and I lay there on the couch, him on top of me, panting and recovering from our session. I could hardly breathe with dads big belly and chest on me, his considerable hairy mass pressing me into the couch but it felt so good at the same time. Still I needed to breathe and I gave dad a couple gentle pats on the back. "Dad, I cant breathe, youre heavy as hell!" "Oops!, I sorry buddy! I didnt realize I was putting that much weight on you!" Dads weight shifted and he reached for the arm rest and heaved himself up off of my much smaller body. He was wet with sweat, the once soft fuzzy hairy coating his body was now plastered to his skin. He sat back on his feet and pushed my legs back against my chest admiring his handy work, eyeing my puffy, distended, cum drenched ass lips and slight gape that was slowly trying to close now. "Just two of your daddys big ol' fingers go a long way huh, boy?" "Yeah, dad, it feels like a just passed a grapefruit, like a train just ran through." We both laughed. "Did you like it, though, son?" "Hell yeah, dad. I really loved when you were grinding that fat monster against my hole. I cant wait to have it in me for me." "Oh I think we can work up to that, son. It'll happen!" Dad winked. "Now I think we need a shower and maybe a nap, I know I do." Dad let my legs down and he stood up, bracing himself against the arm rest to assist as he hefted his huge body up off the floor. "Ooo" dad softly groaned as one of his knee joints made an audible pop. "This damn knee always gives me trouble during the cold months." Dad had played highschool football and had a career ending leg injury, which gave him a little trouble now and again. I reached my hand out and dad took my hand in his meaty paw and pulled me up off the couch leaving a big wet greasy looking stain of precum and cum behind. I stood there barely chin high to the big man as my smooth chest and and stomach came back into contact his furry body again. I looked up and dad looked down at me and dad stooped enough for us to share a gentle post sex kiss. He slapped my ass and told me, "Go ahead and go shower and I'll meet you in my bed for a nap. I'm gonna clean up our "love stains". Dad chuckled. I soaped up my body to clean away all of our sweat that accumulated on me. I had to be gentle with my hole as it was tender from the rough finger fucking it received from dads two thick calloused fingers. Once rinsed and dryed off I hopped onto my parents bed and nestled under the heavy comforter and sheet. Dad finally walked into the room and went into the bathroom where I heard the shower come on and him stepping in. He made his shower quick and was soon back in the room. I drew back the covers and he manuevered into bed next to me. I rolled away from him and he put his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest and gut, his fur once again fuzzy and dry. He planted a kiss on the back of my head and said "I love you, son, I'm so happy right now." "I love you too dad." I reached my hand back and patted his side. We napped for about an hour and half and when awoke it was starting to get dark outside. The days were growing shorter heading into winter and it had been over cast and grey with the storm system up north. We woke to dads cell phone ringing. My large behemoth of a father grumbled, shook the sleep out of his head, and threw back the covers shocking my body with the sudden blast of cold air. Pop lumbered to the dresser across the phone and picked up his phone. "Hello? Oh hi hun....Who?....Oh ok, I'm sorry to hear that sweetheart, I know she meant a lot to you......OK. No, No, I understand completely. Me 'n Junior will be fine, we miss you and love you lots. OK bye hun, be safe.." I was laying there intently listening to the conversation and had a fear creep over me. Did someone die? "Dad, is mom ok, whats going?" "Moms fine, son. She just found out one of her friends passed. Emanuel 'Somethin er Other', blah blah." "Um, is that that old lady that mom used to visit that crocheted those ugly afghans that we kept gettiing for every Chistmas and birthday? Emmanuelle ScrubbyBooty er Somethin?" "Yeah I think thats who it is, that old lady. Anyway, damnedest thing, she fell into a cement truck feet first and the conrete harden around her with just her head sticking up outta it." "Oh wow, dad thats awful! Can you believe it? What a way to go!" "Hell, thats not all, your mom said apparently after she fell into the cement truck, somethin shorted out maybe and the truck burst into flames and blew up, sky high. They just found a chuck of contrete with the little old ladys charred head stickin outta it." "Oh god, thats tragic." I snickered "Not funny son, someone lost their life." "I know dad, but what the HELL. That is just the worst thing I ever heard. It sounds like something out of a bad movie", I said. I knew it was sad but damn that was an odd turn of events. Somebody must have really disliked that old lady and pushed her in there AND blew the truck up. Crazy. "Good lord, son. I dunno. If she mattered we'd know her lastname right? Any who, dont matter, we'll just be supportive of your mother. NOW, I'm starved, lets get dressed and go have dinner in town tonight, hows that sound?" "Sounds good to me dad, I'm hungry too. Mexican?" I asked. "For you bud, anything." Dad gave me a wink. I went to my room to get dressed, somethin a little nicer than my normal ranch work clothes, save for the jeans. A pair of wranglers goes with everything so long as theyre not too torn up. I put on some clean briefs and socks, a nice blue button down shirt and my favorite pair of jeans. I pulled on my newer pair of brown boots that I'd only worn for horse back riding, they werent quite ready for heavy work to scuff them up. I waited for dad in the living room, I checked my phone and responded to some texts from friends that wondered where I was hiding the last few days. If only they knew I had been playin house with my father. Finally, dad made an appearance. He had on a light blue and white plaid button down shirt with thin orange checks, long sleeves. He wore a pair of dark blue fairly new wranglers that hugged him tight in all the right places. His massive thighs, ass, and crotch bulge were encased by the freshly startched demin. Typical cowboy fashion, clothing with utility that just happens to look great on the right kind of man. Dad also had on a pair of his better boots that were dark brown, reminiscent of the oily wrapper of his dark cigars. Neither dad nor me was a big fan of black cowboy boots. They were way more dressy looking and less casual than brown boots, which go better with dark blue wranglers. We finally had ourselves together and got into dads pickup and drove into town to our favorite Tex-mex place. When we arrived some of our local friends greeted us as we passed them by going into the restaurant. There were also a few folks we'd never seen, tourists probably, or people just passing through. I noticed a guy and his girlfriend or wife, about 30, staring at my handsome cowboy father. Maybe they were shocked by his size or just his striking good rugged looks, or it could have been the huge bulge jutting out from dads crotch. They glanced at us, trying to be inconspicuous and then talking amongst themselves. We were seated and I told dad, "he dad, that couple keep looking at you, over there." "I noticed them son, but how do you know theyre not looking at my handsome boy?" I must have turned beet red from dads compliment. He just smiled big. We had a good dinner and dad put away many beers with his meal and had a pretty good buzz going by the time it was time to leave. I offered to drive when we left and dad lumbered into the passenger seat of the truck. Dad chomped on a unlit cigar and silently staredoff into the dark country as I drove us back home. Dad finally spoke, still staring out the window, "your mom will back tomorrow, ya know? If were gonna keep on playin like we have been we're gonna have to keep it very low key. You have been having fun with me right? Do you wanna keep on the way we have been?" I didnt hesitate. "Hell yeah, dad! I've been having a great time. Definitely dont wanna stop playin with you and that big monster you got!" Dad broke his gaze with the passing dark scenery and looked over at me with a big smile around his big cigar. He swatted my leg and said "GOOD! We'll have to work in some fun when we get home, before our old lady comes home!" "M'mm, sounds good dad." We finally came up on our gate and I drove the truck through and over the cattle guard, sending a vibration through the cab of the pickup. We made it down the long driveway and pulled up at the house. Dad and I got out and headed for the tall entry door. Just as we got to the door and as I planted my hand on the door handle dad grabbed me with his big hands and spun me around to face him. He gazed into my eyes in the dim light on the front porch. He pulled his stogie from his maw, brought me in close, and planted his hairy lips on my mine. He gave me a sloppy wet kiss, grinding his thick mustache into my mouth. His tongue found its way into my mouth and I accepted it all too well and sucked on it the way I wished I could suck his monster daddy cock. Dad's big gut and straining, overly full cock bulge ground into my body. My cock was hard as a rock in my jeans, it was uncomfortable due to the tightness of my painted on nut huggers. All the while we mouth fucked each other with our tongues I ran my hands up and down dads back and over his fat firm belly. Dads huge meaty hands were kneading my ass cheeks through my jeans, I couldn't know just how much dad wanted to get inside me. We broke free of our heavy panting and kissing, our mauling of one another. Without a word we both bolted through the door and shed our clothing as we made it to dads study. "I want to try something son, but first get me a big smoke.", Dad said. I retreived a huge cigar,nearly as fat but longer than my own dick, and punched the end for dad. He took it greedily from my hand and before chomping it he spoke. "I'm gonna put the head of my soft cock in your mouth while it'll fit and jack a load into your throat. Think youre up for that, boy?" Dad seemed very lustful and domineering, like a stallion, snorting and stomping, about to mount a mare. "Wow, yead dad, I'm willing to try!" "Just try to relax and open wide, it'll fit", dad assured me. I knelt in front of dad, his monster had softened, and while still huge it dangled like a fat wet noodle. Dads massive right hand reached down and hefted the huge sausage up to my face, offering it to me. I opened wide as dad slid the fat spongy head into my mouth. It tasted and smelled amazing as ever, lightly of dads natural musk and fresh soap. The head while soft was plenty big but I had enough room in my mouth for it to swell. It was the shaft I was little worried about. I didnt want to leave teeth marks on dad 'cause I couldnt open wide enough. We would see though. Dad was satisfied at his penetration of my mouth and now turned his attenting to lighting his fat cigar. I watched from below, with dads mushroom in my gullet, as he began pushing the huge aromatic tobacco cock into life. Every time he would puff and the flame would leap his cock would jump a little and fill with blood. The head was filling out to near it capacity, the huge flared ridge locked now behind my teeth, which ever so gently came to rest on dads fat stalk. I barely had room to breathe through my mouth so resorted to taking in air through my nose. The cigar now lit to dads liking, glowing end burning brightly as he took a long draw and inhaled sharply, something I'd seen him rarely do. "God, you look fuckin hot your daddy's horse cock in your mouth, son", dad said lustfully as thick smoke escaped from his mouth and nostrils. Dad reached down again for his cock and began stroking the massive shaft best he could with his meaty paw. He drew deeply, again, on the huge stogie jutting out from his jaw and breathed the sweet rich smoke. "Look at those cheeks bulging out with daddys big cock flare." Dad stroked his cock harder and puffed his cigar hard, alternating between inhales and normal draws. He must have been horned up, I'd never seen him inhale his cigar smoke so much or often. My right hand was working my own cock, dry as it was, and with my left I reached for dads huge bull nuts. I felt the big balls inside and gently pulled on the low hanging sack. Dad growled around his cigar, he liked this. "Fuck yeah, pull on em, son. Help your daddy work this load into you." Dad spat into his hand and then jacked his monster shaft harder. His brow began to perspire and little drops dripped off the end of his nose. Dads cock was locked in my mouth like a dogs cock gets tied to a bitches pussy. It felt amazing to feel the swollen meat mushroom against my tongue and cheeks, they roof of my mouth. I was full of the massive glans. My jaw was starting to ache and the steady flow of precum down my throat was on the verge of making me gag. With no way to swallow, with my tongue held down by the massive cock head, my spit drooled from the corners of my mouth and down my chin. I caught some and used it as lube on my cock. "I'm getting close boy, jack your cock with me. I'll let you know when its coming so you wont choke. Its gonna be a lot. Now pull on my fuckin balls!" Dad chomped and puffed his big stogie and jacked his cock furiously as I pulled and kneaded his bull balls. The juicy sounds of our wet hands on our cocks, the heavy breathing, and the crackling of dads cigar as it burned were all the sounds I could hear. Everything else was gone. "Uh huhhh" Dad moaned low. "Its time, boy" He whimpered. Dad pulled hard on his cigar and drew in a massive cloud of smoke, as his cock head flared huge, stretching my mouth to the limit as volley after salty sweet volley of cum shot from the piss hole of the cock. I couldnt swallow and the cum just shot down my throat and poured down my chin, there was too much to keep up with. I shot my load at the same time, pelting dads feet and legs with my boy cum. I somehow managed to get the load down enough so I could breath without drowning in cum, I admit it was a little scary. Dad huffed and puffed and groaned while he used his thick fingers to milk his remaining load from his cock in my mouth. His huge cigar was about half smoked down. I had no idea how long this affair had lasted, seemed like ages but at the same time, only seconds. Dad began reverse milking his shaft and squeezing it, I assumed to help it soften, so he could pulled it from my aching jaw. I needed it too by then. My jaw hurt something awful, and I needed to swallow. I needed to breathe more freely, I was tired. Dads puffed gently now on his thick brown stogie as I looked up at his, my eyes watering slightly. With an audible pop, he pulled his slimy wet cock free. To be continued... Comments? CWBYBOOT@GMAIL.COM Dont forget to donate to Nifty.