Submitting To Daddy’s Big Cock Pt 8

He began to fuck me harder and faster. I cupped his meaty ass cheeks in my hands, feeling the muscles move under the skin with each thrust into me.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

*****

One Sunday morning in the fall I was up early. Daddy and Uncle Cody had left the night before to a horse sale to take place that morning in a nearby town, intending to sleep in the truck They wanted to be there as soon as the stock started arriving. My brothers and Will were all still in bed and would remain there until I called them for breakfast.

So, I was a little surprised when I heard a knock at the front door so early.

Through the curtain I could see the outline of a man standing on the porch. I swung the door open and that was the first time I ever laid eyes on our nearest neighbor, Mr. Willis Crouch.

If you’ve ever seen the movie “A Touch of Evil” you’re sure to remember the character played by Orson Welles. Mr. Crouch could have been that character’s twin brother. He was fat and oily looking with sparse, straggly hair peeking out from beneath his dirty, sweat stained hat. His light colored suit looked to have been expensive once but it was so worn and dirty that you’d never have guessed. The shirt under the suit was a dingy white and had a couple of grease stains in the front. He was leaning on a cane that looked older than he was. Even from behind the screen door I could smell his body odor.

“Is Mr. Russell at home?” he asked.

“Daddy is out of town.” I replied. “Is there something I could help you with?”

I’d seen some flicker in his eyes when I’d said “daddy” and it made me uneasy.

“I was just on my way to church and I noticed that you’d painted the place.” he said.

All six of us had spent the previous week scraping off old paint and brushing on much needed new paint to the weathered clapboards of the house. Now, the place looked more as I remembered it and it looked pretty damned good if I do say so myself.

“It was a big job but sorely needed.” I said.

“I was just wondering if you were fixing up to sell?” Mr. Crouch asked.

“No, nothing like that.” I said.

“I’ve told your daddy several times that I’d buy the place.” he told me. “I know how hard up he is and how he’s struggling, so it’s the least I can do. Of course, the place is pretty run down so I can’t offer a whole lot even with a new coat of paint.”

“I’m sorry you’ve been misinformed.” I replied. I couldn’t keep the coldness out of my voice; he’d pissed me off acting as if daddy was destitute. “My daddy’s business is growing day by day and he’s entirely debt free, so he’d have no reason to sell to you or anyone else.”

He squinted at me and chewed at his lips a second and then said, “You’re that youngest boy, aren’t you, the one who caused all the fuss years back. I’d heard you were here, that you thought you were running things now. Well, I’m here to talk business with your daddy, not his sprout.”

“You have a real nice day now, you hear?” I said and firmly closed the door in his face. He stood there for a minute or two as if he expected me to reopen the door, then turned and went down the porch steps. I heard his car start up a few seconds later.

The whole encounter left a bad taste and I took it out on the kitchenware as I prepared breakfast. I must have still been scowling when Steve, Will and Tony entered the kitchen together.

“Who pissed in your Post Toasties?” Steve asked as they all sat down in their places at the table.

I prepared a plate for each of us and carried them to the table.

“I just had the pleasure of meeting out neighbor Mr. Crouch.” I replied as I bent to place a plate in front of Tony.

“That would sour anybody’s milk.” Tony said, then reached up quickly and painfully pinched my nipple. In answer, I swatted him across the back of the head with my free hand.

“I imagine he was his usual self, an asshole.” Steve said.

I served the rest of the plates and sat down to eat.

“He was just really condescending. He acted like we are destitute and should be champing at the bit to sell the place to him.”

“That’s him.” Steve replied. “If he died and went to heaven, he’d expect St. Peter to think he was doing him a favor by passing through the Pearly Gates. His family used to have a lot of money and the story is that he still has plenty. They used to own all of the land around here until his drunken grandpa started selling it off and drinking it up. They owned this place, too. He’s got a hardon to buy it and ‘reunite’ the holdings. Daddy usually just listens to him and shrugs him off.”

“Remember when we used to torment him?” Tony said to Steve.

Addressing me, Steve said, “Our property line is right up against his. When we were little, we used to sneak over to the edge and toss rocks up on the roof of his house. There’s still a path over there out in back. He was a bad drunk then, still is when he falls off the wagon a couple of times a year.”

“He used to stumble out and yell ‘I see you little no neck bastards. I’m fixing to get my gun.” Tony giggled.

“The drunken fuck couldn’t see 2 feet in front of his face.” Steve said. “We’d wait until he went back in the house and about 5 minutes later throw more rocks.”

“Maybe that’s why he hates you big no neck bastards.” Will said.

“No, you’d be hard pressed to find anyone in this county that he hasn’t insulted or tried to swindle. He’s just a nasty person.” Steve said.

“And smelly, too.” I replied as we ate our food.

I kept thinking about Mr. Crouch all the rest of the morning. Daddy and Cody weren’t due back until late afternoon so a little after 12 o’clock I decided to see the Crouch homestead for myself. I followed the path through the brush until I saw a fence up ahead.

The fence was part of a corral and inside of it were three horses. They looked bedraggled, maybe ill, and I could count the ribs visible on their sides. They clustered at the fence looking at me and I noticed that all of the vegetation within their reach was grazed away. I picked huge handfuls of grass and weeds and fed each of them, one at a time. While I was feeding them a little dog appeared and watched me.

She was a terrier mix with a rough curly coat, maybe 2 feet high. She was mainly white but had splotches of brown and black mixed into her coat. She needed a bath and a good combing. The most notable thing about her, though, was her eyes. She had a look of intelligence that most humans can only hope for.

As I fed the horses handfuls of green, I bent down and asked, “Who are you?”

I swear if that dog had been in the mood she would have spoke up and answered me. Instead, she came nearer and let me scratch behind her ears and along her chest. She relished the attention.

I was busy talking nonsense to her and trying to keep the horses satisfied at the same time when I heard someone bellow, “You get away from those horses.”

I stood up and saw Mr. Crouch standing on the ramshackle porch of his equally ramshackle house.

“Those are thoroughbred racehorses, don’t you be feeding them, they need to be lean.”

“They look more like they’re starving.” I called back. I noticed that the horses had become skittish and gone to stand under the scant shelter overhanging part of the corral at the sound of his voice.

“You don’t need to tell me anything about horses.” he yelled back. “And leave my dog alone, she’s supposed to be a watchdog and let me know when your sort come snooping around. Trixie, get over here.”

Trixie looked up at me with an apologetic look and then walked back to the house, giving him a wide berth.

“Get away from here before I shoot you and tell the sheriff you were trespassing.” he yelled.

“Fuck you, you old bag of guts.” I yelled back. “I’m on our property and I can stand here as long as I like. Go piss up a rope.” I turned my back on him.

I could hear him muttering and cursing for a minute or two, and then the lopsided screen door banged shut. The horses wandered back over to the fence and hung their heads over.

“I’ll be back when it’s dark.” I told them. “You’re not going to go hungry while I’m around.”

After that encounter I was pissed off all over again and spent the next hour stomping around in the brush of our pasture and throwing things. Eventually, my mad spell wore down.

It was a couple more hours before daddy and Cody returned from the sale. In the trailer behind the truck we could see the heads of two new horses. They parked and we all helped to unload the new additions. The horses were understandably nervous after all of the new experiences they’d had.

“Andy, calm them down.” daddy told me.

I’ve mentioned before my effect on animals, especially horses. For some reason they just automatically trust me. Maybe they realize that I’m more like them than I am like other humans.

I approached them with my hands out and after sniffing me; they quieted and nuzzled my face and neck. It only took a few seconds to walk them over to the gate and let them enter the pasture. The other horses nearby took notice of the newcomers and slowly walked over to investigate.

“If you ever get tired of the glamorous life of an accountant I’ll have a job lined up for you.” daddy said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I replied.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of the newcomers. They’d been groomed and spiffed up for the sale and they were polar opposites of the sad beasts I’d seen at Mr. Crouch’s place.

“You look sad.” Uncle Cody said. “Why?”

“I was just thinking. I met our neighbor Crouch today and I walked over to check his place out.”

“And saw his horses.” Cody finished for me. “That’s would explain the sadness.”

“Those horses look like they’re dying.” I said.

“I’ve called the county agent at least three times in the past couple of years but there’s nothing he can do.” daddy said. “That fat old bastard feeds them just enough to keep them from falling over. As long as they’re up and somewhat healthy, he’s within the law.”

“He said that they’re thoroughbreds and supposed to be kept lean.” I said.

Daddy scowled and spit and then he said, “That fuckwad wouldn’t know a thoroughbred from a mule. I’ve heard his talk of racing and breeding but it’s all bullshit like the rest of his talk. To hear him tell it, he’s just a few days away from his first million.”

“Someone needs to do something.” I replied.

Because it was so late, we ordered pizzas and ate sitting out on the porch. My appetite wasn’t too good because I kept thinking about the hungry horses so nearby but I also hatched the beginning of a plan to try to do what I could.

In the barn I’d seen an old red wagon that had belonged to the boys when they were young. After we’d eaten, I slipped away and went looking for it. I found it right where I thought it was and pulled it out onto the floor. The tires were still firm and except for a coat of dust it was fine every other way. I then pulled it out to the back of the house and began to hose off the grime.

When I looked up from my job, daddy was leaning against the house watching me.

“Any special plans for that wagon?” he asked.

“I just thought it might come in handy.” I replied.

“And I’m really Robert Redford.” he said. “Turn that over to drain and come with me.”

He walked toward the barn and I followed. Inside, he pulled forward a bale of hay and placed it by the door.

“Don’t feed them too much.” he said. “This is good hay, so they should like it. If you give them too much at a time, they’ll get colicky. So start them light. And no treats or greens for awhile, it will upset them after so long. I already know they’ve got a good water supply, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

“Because I know you. Now, wait until full dark before you go sneaking, the old son-of-a-bitch goes to bed early so he won’t have to burn his electricity. And make sure to WD-40 those wheels so they won’t squeak.”

I prepared the wagon as daddy had instructed. It wasn’t too long after that everyone decided to go to bed, worn out from their long day. I waited another hour before I went to the barn and loaded the hay bale into the wagon.

It was a beautiful night, every star amazingly clear in the sky and all of them casting enough light that I didn’t need the flashlight I’d brought along. I made it to the corral in no time at all.

The underfed horses came to the fence and hung their heads over. I’m sure they could smell the hay. I broke open the bale and began lifting handfuls over the barrier to them. They would each nuzzle my hands as I gave them the hay and I took that as their way of thanking me.

I had just about finished feeding them when I looked down and saw Trixie, the little terrier, watching me with a questioning look.

“Are you hungry, too?” I asked her and she squirmed so that her rear end shook. I gave the horses the last of the hay and then told Trixie, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think to bring anything for you but if you want to follow me home I’ll feed you.”

She looked up at me for a moment, then jumped up and sat in the bed of the wagon. She obviously wanted to go in style.

I pulled her back to the house in the wagon, talking to her the whole time about the night and how lovely it was. When we got to our house, she hopped down and followed me into the kitchen. There were left over hamburgers in the refrigerator, I’d made too many the night before, so I microwaved a bowl full of the crumbled patties just enough to take the chill off. The entire time, Trixie sat watching my every move.

When I finally set the bowl on the floor she stayed sitting, staring at me, until I finally said, “This is for you.” That was all it took and she came over to the bowl and began hungrily eating, her tail wagging a mile a minute. I sat down on the floor and watched her until the bowl was emptied and then she turned her eyes and gave me a long look again. Instantly I knew she wanted water.

I filled a bowl and watched as she drained it and finally she looked up at me with the equivalent of a doggy grin.

“Okay, girl.” I told her. I walked over to the door and held it open while I told her, “Come back in the morning and I’ll give you some breakfast.” She trotted out and down the steps. At the bottom she turned and looked over her shoulder at me, then disappeared into the dark.

I went into my bedroom and undressed and lay down on top of the covers. I kept seeing the thin horses behind my eyes, how hungry they’d been for the hay I’d brought them and I kept remembering how Trixie had devoured her whole bowl of food without a pause. After a period of being haunted by those images, my greatest desire was to get out of bed and go next door to beat Mr. Crouch to death with a baseball bat. I knew that I couldn’t do that, so instead I got up and went down the hall to daddy and Uncle Cody’s room.

They were both asleep but they woke when I crawled in between them.

“Bad dreams?” daddy asked as he pulled me to him.

“No, just can’t sleep.” I replied.

“Because you’re worrying about somebody’s horses.” Cody said as he pressed the length of his body against my back.

“How can anyone look out their window every day and see their animals suffering?” I asked.

“Because some people, it would have been better if their daddy left them in a condom and flushed them down the john.” daddy replied.

“I just don’t get it.” I said.

I could feel Cody’s big dick swelling against the cheeks of my ass and daddy’s stiff cock poking me from the front.

“Maybe me and your daddy can relax you some and tire you out.” Cody said.

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” I said as I wrapped a hand around each of the giant pricks on either side of me.

Cody rolled me over onto my belly and daddy pulled himself up on the bed so that my head was between his wide spread legs. In addition to having one of the biggest and most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen, the taste of it was something I could never get tired of. He groaned as I opened my mouth and forced as much of the thick meat as I could down my throat.

Click on a star to rate this post

Average rating 5 / 5. Vote count: 141

No votes so far! Be the first to rate this post.

43 thoughts on “Submitting To Daddy’s Big Cock Pt 8

  1. Rod says:

    Another great story that ends on a cliff hanger, or right in the middle. Is there a way to find the remainder of these stories?

  2. frank says:

    Great story line. The exciting adventures of Andy, his family, and his friends. Am looking forward to see what Andy has in store for his family and friends. Will he continue to be a free spirit, or will he choose a partner. Also , the final results of the Crouch homestead.

  3. Brian says:

    PLEASE continue the story, it’s amazing, worded perfectly and keeps the readers on the edge of the seat waiting for more, not to mention Hard and Dripping.

  4. Scott says:

    To the writer of this story, could you PLEASE CONTINUE WITH MORE CHAPTERS!!! It left the reader (myself) how was the dog that was beaten with the cane, and how were the horses that were left to just perish from malnutrition doing at their new home, and what did they end up doing with the house of the neighbor that got ground up in the log splitter and so much more! You could keep adding on PLEASE!!! If there is a full version box I’d be happy to buy one that has more chapters to it right off. Your writing is FANTASTIC and kept my eyes strained for a couple of days reading all you had written to find out you haven’t added more and I miss this story the most!
    Many thanks in advance,
    Scott

  5. Joey boy says:

    Awesome story that mixes some crazy stuff of a ruthless cunning character that also has lots of hot sex with big dicked men. Dig the more butch vibe the story has vs a more “gay lover”/ romantic story. He’s all tough and no bullshit plus loves big cock! Dig it- hopefully it continues.

  6. Mark says:

    Wonderful, yet again. Please let us hear about Andy, the Vet, the motorcycle gang members and their next escapades. Also, let’s hear what the decide to do about all the money, stocks etc., do they just leave them in the corporate shell, or what. Will they decide to increase their herds? How? Who do they meet as a result of all the antiques/ treasures that have been discovered and cleaned? I’ll bet there is an antique dealer in Houston or New Orleans who wants to get involved, I can feel it! Great job, so far!

    • Jerry says:

      I really hope we can get this story going again it was a great story that you can take for a long year or more
      But they just stopped a great story
      I hope they will keep it going

  7. Monsignor Mark Schwarz says:

    Hoping and praying there is a part 9?! This story is just about the most perfect tale in this entire collection. As other posters have said, “we need to know what happens to several of the peripheral characters; the vet, the motorcycle gang members, etc., who have helped flesh out this wonderful story!

  8. Carl says:

    Perfect story as is If this is the end.. Again Perfect. But I Wonder how the Biker Ronnie(?), the Sheriff, Doc Johnson. Trixie and Family would fare on a camping outing on Horseback by a secluded lake? A paring Dr and Tony ? Ronnie(?) and Andy? Steve & Will… That Andy reminds me of someone I know who is equally if not more resourceful as he is, TO A TEE!!

  9. Ron924 says:

    THE BEST STORY EVER. Please keep it going. The sex is so f*cking hot! The story is ever changing and interesting. Please give us more episodes. Every single character is interesting enough to have their own side story. Yes, it’s fantasy so we need to suspend reality often and a lot. Lol. Every man in this small rural town has a huge cock, perfect ass and a killer body. Ok. The brilliance here is the interweaving of the amazing sex with really interesting stories unfolding. MORE MORE MORE!

  10. ItalnGuy69 says:

    Great series! Besides it keeping the theme of Gay Erotic Fiction, it was a barn burner. A great short story that if it is done ended very well. Everyone is happy! Even Trixie.

    • Mike says:

      What!!! That’s no way to end?. What happened next I was looking forward to reading more and more. To the author of this story. Please contiue. I enjoy your writings. Have you written other stories? I would be int in reading them

  11. Tom Ferrenberg says:

    WOW…….sat and read almost everyone all at once. So fuckin hot n sexy n had my horny 7 inch cock hard n dripping bad. Great writing n hope he writes more

  12. Scott says:

    Once again….TOTALLY A FANTASTIC STORY AND CAN’T WAIT FOR MORE, AND MORE, AND MORE!!! It would be really cool to have all the guys involved in your stories have one big orgy between them all, to even regular orgies as more men are found out to enjoy man-on-man sex in many ways!

    FANTASTIC WRITING!!!

  13. William says:

    I have thoroughly enjoyed each part of this story and look forward to new chapters. The sex is HOT and the sexual exploits with Dad, Uncle, Brothers, and the Vet turn me on! Keep the hot big cock sex (sucking, fucking, rimming) as part of each of each episode!

  14. Mark says:

    I like many am really enjoying this story. It is so developed with some hot sex thrown in. I have a few thoughts: every man in this town seems to have a huge cock and hot bubble ass, since Andy is a small guy when he got spit roasted by daddy and Cody their cocks must have been close to touching, I want Andy to get DP by daddy and Cody, I want to live with this family and I am a little leery of this author who has come up with so many different ways to kill someone and not get caught!

  15. Steve says:

    This is great story i get up to see if a new chapter is there andy let any hug dude fuck him i do miss the sheriff and andy having funi just hope this doesn’t unravel i could keep reading this for a long time it keep changing which is good i hope they do end this like so many just end

  16. Robbie says:

    I ready to read on until Pt 100.
    First thing I do every morning is read the next episode before I do anything else! Never read such a great story that holds my attention like this one does, before.

  17. Brown says:

    I would like to know where this fictional town/county property is located at! If it still exists.Otherwise great story love reading it, never get tired of it, keep it coming!!

  18. John says:

    As I’ve said before what a page turner. I’ll buy this book to read again.
    I would love to get fucked by daddy, Cody. Or the Vet at lest once. Of course by Andy multiple times!!!

  19. Robbie says:

    I don’t wanna be “Debbie” and add a “Downer” but there are too many deaths and too many come ups for them at some point it’s all going to come back around and I think it’s this STAR corporation that will get the dad/uncle in trouble along with Andy. I hope they end up still a living family with Will, the Vet, Benny and the Sheriff.

    • Jim says:

      Robbie you seem equally engaged. So far while it seems like Andy offs anyone who crosses him or those he loves; another interpretation could be that he just sets them up to cause their own demise due to personal weaknesses. I could easily imagine another 8 or more chapters. Characters well developed. Lots of paths it might go.

      I do miss Andy and the sheriff fucking.

      • Robbie says:

        Yes, I am invested in this story, but I am thinking the author is setting us up with big highs an mighty lows to come which a good author should do or lows then highs. All I can do is wait til later this morning and read and be transported into Andy and family’s life once more to see were it’s heading.

  20. JU says:

    How this story is being released reminds me of the episodic release of the Dickens novel, just when a guy needs a new well hung/willing character is needed one appears. Congrats, great writing.

  21. Ron says:

    MORE SEX! Andy needs to fuck The Vet, Cody and Daddy. They need to have fuck party steak bake/Bonfire thank you gang bang on Andy.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.