Date: Sat, 3 Oct 2009 19:51:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sean Hardy <hardy.sean@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Birthday Surprise Part Two

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            I slept very little the rest of the night, and as soon as the
sun rose, I went downstairs and started a pot of coffee. The images from my
dream kept flashing through my head. I kept seeing the look on my father's
face as he touched me. I could not stop focusing on the fact that he wasn't
repulsed by my act of self love, but, instead, looked turned on and
tempted.
            If I were very honest with myself, I would have to admit that
I'd always found my father to be a very attractive man, and when I saw
another man who resembled him, I would find myself a little turned on. A
few of the men I had been with were older, possibly around his age, and
until now, I never thought much about it. Had I secretly been lusting after
my own father, and finding men that looked like him to subconsciously
satisfy my desire?
            I shook my head, and tried to push such thoughts to the back of
my mind. I had to think about something else; perhaps the surprise party
that I would be spending the day preparing for. I had never been that good
at planning things out, but my mother was a regular Martha Stewart when it
came to that sort of thing.
            The smell of a freshly brewed mug of coffee had always brought
my family out of bed and into the kitchen, and today was no different. I
was sipping my first cup, when I heard footsteps slowly coming from my
parent's bedroom.
            My father appeared in the entry way to the kitchen, and gave me
a startled look. I glanced up from my seat at the breakfast table, and
forced a smile. It was then that I noticed my father in a less than
familial view.
            It wasn't as if he were standing there buck naked or anything,
but I couldn't help noticing the fact that his red bathrobe was gaping open
and giving a nice view of his thick chest. He'd always been a real hoss of
a man, the typical "bear" in gay terms. Like the hair on his head, his
chest was covered in dark tuffs that were now sprinkled with gray. He had
strong beefy pecs that still looked firm, and although he had what might be
viewed as a "gut", he wasn't unfit. I continued to take in his appearance,
taking note of the fact that he was still a briefs guy, the tight white
fabric covering his lower section.
            "You're up early, bud." My father said.
            "Oh, yeah; I had trouble sleeping," I replied, feeling a bit
stupid for checking out my Dad.
            "Sorry to hear that," he said, as he crossed to the counter and
poured himself a cup of coffee.
            "You got any big plans today, Dad?" I asked.
            "Not really; just checking in on the team later for practice,
and then I have two health classes to teach in the afternoon."
            "They've got you teaching health class now?" I said, with a
laugh.
            "They were short on staff this year, so I'm helping out where I
can; and it ain't that hard to read from the book," Dad said with a
chuckle.
            "Those poor kids," I joked.
            "What about you, bud? Any plans today?" Dad asked, after a few
seconds.
            "I don't know. I might try to see if any of my friends from
school are home this week," I lied.
            "Well, that sounds like a plan then," Dad said. He downed the
last of his coffee, and went back to his bedroom to get ready.

            The rest of the day was spent running errands all over town
with my mother, and the constant question and answer session each time we
saw someone I hadn't been around for two years. I got so tired of telling
them of my major and college life.
            By the late afternoon, Mom had turned the Country Club into a
work of art. She'd hung up streamers and various pictures of my father, in
assorted sizes, all over the dining room. There were balloons and party
favors at every table, and the whole time she was doing this, I couldn't
help but laugh about how Dad wouldn't care for any of it..
            The small catering party, which consisted of five older ladies
from the church, arrived around five and started work in the kitchen, and a
younger girl, probably my age, came in to set up a bar. I chatted with her
for a little while; turned out she was the older sister of a girl I went to
high school with.
            The guests for the party arrived shortly before seven, and my
mother was busy greeting them and getting the cake ready. I was surprised
at the turnout, because, although my father was a well liked guy, he didn't
have a whole lot of close friends, or at least I'd never heard of them
before. I did take notice that a lot of the guests were from my mother's
church, and several other teachers at from the high school - some that I
recognized from my years there.
            My father arrived on time, as usual: seven thirty on the
dot. He was always punctual. My mother had all of the guests hush, and she
went outside to meet him. She had told him that she was taking him out for
dinner at the club for his birthday, and that she'd just meet him there,
since she had things to do.
            Someone dimmed the lights and rolled out a cream colored cake
with several lit candles on it. I stood in the crowd of people and waited
for the grand entrance. I had to admit that, although I had originally not
wanted to come home, this was somewhat exciting, and it was nice to see
everyone.
            As my parents entered through the doors, someone flipped on the
light, and everyone screamed "Happy Birthday" at the top of their lungs. My
father was obviously startled, and then began to laugh, while my mother
looked on in awe. An olderlady, whom I didn't know, rolled in the tray with
the cake on it over towards my father, and he blew out the candles,
struggling with so many of them at first. Everyone clapped, and people
rushed forward to shake hands with the birthday boy. I sat back and watched
the whole thing, as I slowly sipped on a mixed drink that the bartender
said I was sure to love.
            The party continued on into the evening, with lots of presents
and food. I made small talk with a few people, and kept mostly to
myself. The bartender had been right about the drink, and I'd had a few
more as the night went on. I certainly wasn't the only one, because the bar
was a very popular place at this event.
            After a while, the party felt too crowded for me, and I slipped
out the exit door through the kitchen, and found myself behind the main
club house. The night was clear andhumid, as I walked past the swimming
pool and down past the tennis courts. I had practically lived here as a kid
growing up; it was the social center for my mother and her friends, and I
got to swim nearly every day in the summer. As I got a bit older, I would
ride around in the golf carts with my friends, and even play a few holes. I
was never a skilled golfer, but I did enjoy it on occasion.
            The place was just as I'd remembered it, although it's "elite"
status was a bit stretched, now that I'd been to "the big city," and had
seen other places much more exclusive. It still held its southern charm
though, with large willow trees on the grounds, and fireflies lighting up
the night.
            As I walked the property, I found myself alone on a putting
green. I looked up at the moon, and finished off my drink. I was feeling a
little buzzed, and sat down on the grass and laid back. The world was
spinning just a little, but just enough that it was still fun.
            After who knows how long, a shadow moved over my body, and I
found myself staring up at my father. I blinked my eyes a few times to make
sure, and then felt the overwhelming urge to giggle.
            "Whatcha doin down there?" he said, with a hint of drunken
slur.
            "I don't know," I said, still laughing softly.
            "Your mother is looking for you. She thought you might have run
off," Dad said. I saw that he was drinking from a beer bottle, and he took
the last swig of it and tossed it to the ground. He belched, which made me
laugh again, and sat down beside me. I moved up onto my elbows and looked
over at my father.
            "I think I'm finally old," he said, looking up at the stars.
            "Yep....you're old," I said with a chuckle.
            "Hey!" My father said. He looked down at me, surprised, and
then playfully shoved me. I still found the whole thing hilarious, in my
near drunken state, and just laughed at him.
            "Maybe for your next birthday, I'll get you some little blue
pills!" I joked. It probably wasn't even that funny, but it made my Dad
laugh.
            "Hey! I got no need for those things yet, kid!" he said, and
shoved me again. This time I rolled over onto my side, and then rolled
back. I looked back up to see my father practically hovering over me. I
could smell the alcohol on his breath, and see deep into his glazed-over
eyes.
            I honestly have no idea if I were descending into a more
drunken haze, or if I were just losing my mind all together, because what I
did then was crazy enough to have me committed. I giggled, and reached up
to push my father onto his back.
            "Here, old man; you want a birthday present?" I asked. I rolled
on top of him, and slowly slid down until I was lying between his legs.
            "What are you doin?" Dad slurred out. He laughed in a high
pitch, like I'd tickled him or something, and then squirmed around.
            "Happy birthday to you..." I sang out. I moved my hand over the
crotch of his slacks. Something beneath them stirred, and I watched a bulge
form.
            "Happy birthday to you..." I sang again. I undid his belt, and
unzipped his pants. My father mumbled something that I couldn't
understand. I rubbed against him again, and felt a hardness that I'd only
imagined before. "Happy birthday, dear Daddy," I continued, while pushing
his pants down and revealing his tightie whities. He was hard against the
material, and it was very obvious that he was decently hung.
            I pulled the waistband back, and got the first glimpse of my
father's dick. He was just as hairy down below as he was up above. His cock
was thick, with a huge purple mushroom head. It was almost like looking in
a mirror, although I wasn't nearly as thick as he was, and I was hardly
what you'd call hairy.
            "Happy birthday to you," I sang out softly, as my mouth opened
right above him. Dad again said something that I couldn't decipher, while I
closed my lips over that beautiful cockhead. He moved quickly underneath
me, and then settled. I worked my tongue over him and opened wider, this
time taking just a little bit more of him.
            "Jacob...what the hell?" Dad asked. I stopped for a second, but
he didn't move, so I continued to move my mouth down his shaft. I made an
"mmmm" sound that vibrated my throat over his tool, and he gasped out.
            I might not have been the star of any sports team, but over the
years, I had learned to give one hell of a blow job. I loved pleasing
another man like this, and had perfected the art of deep throating with my
first boyfriend. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but I kept on
doing it.
            I felt the tickle of his pubes brushing against my nose, when
I'd finally gotten all of him down my throat. Dad made a very satisfied
grunt, and I slowly went back up, sucking in a breath of air as I came off
of him.
            "This is even better than when you tried to jerk me off," I
said. The words just fell out of my mouth, as if I had no control. It was
like a bomb had been dropped, because, instantly, my father pushed me off
of him and scrambled to his feet.
            "What?" I asked.
            "Don't you ever say shit like that to me!" My father said
angrily. He pulled his underwear and pants up in a quick motion, and
buttoned them together. I sat up on my knees in front of him, slowly coming
to sanity.
            "Dad...I..."
            "Just shut up, Jake!" He cut me off.
            "But..." I started. He gave me a stern look, and turned to
leave. I watched him stomp off of the putting green, and into the darkness
behind it.
            After a few seconds of staring in disbelief, I fell back to the
ground. I felt hot tears stinging at my eyes as I said to myself over and
over, what the fuck have I done? This time, the world spinning wasn't from
the drinking. I felt panicked and hurriedly scanned my brain for just what
to do. I'd never messed up this bad in my life, and now, here I was
standing on the edge of a cliff.

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