Date: Mon, 5 Oct 2009 14:37:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sean Hardy <hardy.sean@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Birthday Surprise Part Three

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            Frantically, I walked past the main club house and out into the
parking lot. I avoided the few people I knew who were loading belongings
into their cars, and made a mad dash for my own. I had to get out of
there. I could come up with some elaborate excuse about a friend from
school needing me to come back quickly, or, hell ... I could just tell them
that I had a hot date, and Mom for sure wouldn't ask any questions.
            I saw both Mom and Dad's vehicles were still at the club, and
knew it was now or never to jet back to the house, grab my things, and get
the hell out of there! What had come over me to try and blow my Dad for his
birthday? Was I delirious, thinking I was in some porno flick or something?
I also tried to decipher why my father had actually let me go so far before
I had said what I had, and only then get upset and storm off.
            Too many thoughts were whizzing through my head as I peeled out
of the parking lot and across town to my parent's house. I rummaged in my
pocket for my house key, and let myself in through the garage door. I
flipped on a few lights, and took the stairs two by two, until I reached
the second floor and then into my old bedroom.
            I managed to stuff most of my clothes back into my suitcase,
and grabbed my things from the bathroom. I was walking back down the
stairs, when I heard a car door shut outside. I glanced through the windows
in the living room, and saw an unfamiliar brown truck parked behind my car
in the driveway.
            I couldn't see who the driver was, but I saw my father turn and
wave at them, and then the truck backed out and took off. Shit!
            There was no way I could get past him now, even if I went out
the front door. I just stood there frozen, my mind going haywire at my
situation. What was I going to say? What was he going to say? How the hell
did I get myself into this?
            The door from the garage opened and shut, and there stood my
father. He didn't seem surprised to see me trying to escape.
            "Dad," I said, after a few awkward moments of silence.
            "So you're just running away?" he asked. It wasn't really as
much a question as it was a statement, I suppose.
            "I-I had a friend who..."
            "Bullshit!" Dad said.
            "Dad, I don't know what to do here. I messed up so bad," I
said.
            "You're damn right you did," he said sternly. I felt like a
scared little boy, afraid of getting a spanking from Daddy when he got
home.
            "I'm just going to go; tell Mom....well, just tell her
whatever," I said, as I started to walk past my father.
            He moved his arm out to stop me, and I pushed past it, and then
he gripped my arm and spun me around to face him.
            "We have to talk about this; you're not just going to run off,"
he said, giving me a look that I'd only seen years ago when I'd received a
bad grade on a report card.
            "I don't know what to say."
            "You can start by explaining what you said about me jerking you
off as a kid," he said.
            "It's nothing; just something I dreamt up," I replied. He
released my arm and moved backwards, until his body met one of the bar
stools that surround the island in the entrance of the kitchen.
            Dad sighed, and looked down at his shoes, and then back up at
me. This time I could clearly see tears forming in his eyes. I'd never seen
him this way before; it was alarming.
            "Jacob, it only happened one time, and I swear it was a
mistake. I shouldn't have touched you like that. It was just that..." he
started.
            "It wasn't a dream?" I asked, feeling the wind knocked out of
me.
            "You were just a kid. I caught you jacking off upstairs, and I
don't know what came over me, but I stopped when I realized what I was
doing, and I've just always been afraid that I've screwed you up or
something," he continued.
            There was a fear in his voice that I'd never heard before. He
was such a strong rugged man, who hadn't ever expressed fright or emotion
like this. I almost wanted to reach out and hug him, to comfort this man
who was slowly breaking in front of me.
            "It's okay; I actually didn't even remember it until the other
night," I said.
            "I'm so sorry, Jake," he said.
            "Dad, really, it's fine. I'm not screwed up or anything," I
said, again trying to make him understand.
            "Oh, so what was that out on the golf course? Just a friendly
father/son blow job?"
            "That was just because I was a little drunk and horny, or
something. It was wrong; I shouldn't have done it," I said.
            "And I shouldn't have let you, but I did, and now it's all out
in the open."
            "What's out in the open?" I asked.
            "Well, clearly, that I'm an old pervert who got off on his own
kid," Dad answered.
            "It wasn't exactly one-sided," I said.
            Another silence fell over the conversation, and just as I was
beginning to say something, I saw a car pull in to the driveway. It was
Mom..
            "Take your stuff back upstairs; we'll talk about this later,"
Dad said. I looked at him for a minute, trying to figure out where this was
going.
            "Please don't leave; not likethis," he pleaded.
            "Okay, I won't. I promise," I said. I smiled at him, and then
rushed back upstairs and threw my stuff on the bed. I heard my mother
downstairs, entering the house and asking my father where he had been. He
told her that he had had a few too many drinks, and didn't want to drive,
and when she asked him why he hadn't just waited on her, he told her that a
friend of his was already going by here. She seemed to buy his story, and
went into her own about how she and some of her friends were going to have
to go clean the club house tomorrow, and so forth.
            I relaxed alittle, and walked away from the door, and sat down
on the bed. My brain was still processing everything. I didn't know exactly
what was going to happen, but I began to wonder about my father and his
past. I had never, for one second, believed that he was anything other than
a hundred percent straight, and now I was wondering if perhaps that wasn't
true. I started to question if he had been just like me when he was
younger, and instead of being able to come out to someone, he'd just done
what was expected of him.
            For all I really knew, I could be over-thinking everything, and
it was just some fluke, but I felt like I was onto something, and I
couldn't wait until we were going to be able to talk again.
            I was lost in my own thoughts, when my mother entered the
room. She just came in to remind me how I was supposed to have stayed and
helped clean up. I apologized, and said that I wasn't feeling well, but
that I would come help out in the morning. She smiled and told me
goodnight, and went back downstairs.
            As soon as she had left, my father popped his head in through
the door and told me to meet him out on the deck in about an hour. I nodded
my head `yes,' and he went back downstairs.
            I waited patiently for the hour to pass, and then crept
downstairs. The house was quiet, and I to make no noise as I walked through
the darkened living room, and then out to the deck. My father was already
waiting for me. He stubbed out a cigar, as I closed the door.
            "Hi," I said. I took a seat in one of the chairs, and tried to
think of what to say next.
            "I guess I should start this off," my father said. He relaxed
back in his chair and sighed. "When I was your age, I met your mother, and
we fell in love and got married, and it was all good and fine. We are, and
have always been, happy together, but before I met her, I was thinking
about other things."
            "When I was in high school, I had a really great friend, and
somehow I ended up thinking about him. You know, in a sexual way," he
continued.
            "Did you and he ever..."
            "No. We never did anything like that.. He had no idea, and I
was too scared to say anything. I pushed those thoughts away when I met
your mother, and I fought very hard to never think about them again."
            "So you've never?"
            "I've never."
            "Wow!"
            "I had been thinking about things for so long, and that day
when I walked in on you, well something just snapped inside of me, and I
did something that I've felt guilty about for almost ten years."
            "I told you that it wasn't like that," I said. I leaned forward
in my seat a little, so I was closer to him.
            "It still doesn't change anything. I was just so weak."
            "Dad, I liked it," I said. out of nowhere.
            "You what?"
            "Well, I don't remember everything, but from what I do, I know
that I likedit," I said.
            I watched as a sly smile made its way onto my father's face. I
grinned back at him, and felt a little more at ease.
            "Listen, Jake. I know tonight was really strange between us,
and I just want you to know that we don't ever have to talk about it again,
and nothing like that will ever happen again."
            "Oh, well, okay," I said, sounding a bit disappointed.
            "What?" Dad asked.
            "I don't know; it's stupid, really, I guess," I said, shying
away from what I really wanted to say.
            "Did you want it to happen again?" he asked, with a glint of
curiosity in his eyes.
            "Um, well, I don't know; maybe," I replied.
            "Oh," my Dad said, looking a little stunned.
            "This is so fucked up, Dad," I said. It was probably the first
time I'd ever said anything like that in his presence.
            "Yeah, I guess it is," he said. He inched a little closer to
me, and let his hand rest on my knee.
            "It doesn't really have to be fucked up though," I said,
slightly urging him on. I couldn't believe that I was trying to seduce my
father. I was giving him my best flirty look, and practically batting my
eyes, like he was some random guy I was hoping to hook up with.
            "Jacob, you have no idea how much I'd like that, but I just
can't."
            "Well, how about I just finish giving you my birthday present,
and we can just leave it at that," I said, in my best attempt at a sexy
voice.
            "I don't think that would be a good idea," he replied. I
scooted out of my chair and got on my knees in between his big strong
thighs. I moved quickly, and undid his pants before he had a chance to
think about it.
            "Shit, Jake,this is nuts!" he said softly. He didn't fight me,
and, instead, reached down and pulled his dick out of his briefs. It was
still one of the most impressive sights I'd ever seen, and without any
further talk, I took the head of his cock in my mouth.
            I wasted no time in sinking my lips down to the base of his
shaft, and he moaned out into the night. I bobbed my head up and down on
him, and felt his dick get harder, and pulsing. He ran his arm up along my
back, and then rested his hand on the top of my head. I felt him pushing me
down on him, ever so gently.
            I couldn't believe that, for a second time tonight, I was
blowing my father. I tongued him down the shaft, and then licked hungrily
at his hairy balls. He groaned above me, and moved just a little in his
seat, thrusting himself into me. I could smell his unmistakable musk, and
saw the clear precum ooze out of his cock. I went back up and rubbed it
onto my lips, and then took him again.
            "Oh, fuck, kid; I'm about to cum!" he gasped out, as I deep
throated him again. I moved back up and stroked him into my mouth, lapping
the steady flow of precum like a starving animal. He shuddered in the
chair, and `slammed' his eyes shut as a hot jet of spunk shot out of
him. It smacked against the back of mythroat, and I swallowed without
thinking. The rest of his load shot out onto my closed lips, and dripped
down onto my chin. I stuck out my tongue to collect the rest of his seed,
and then drank it down.
            I'll never know if it was the intensity of the situation or
what, but it was the best thing I'd ever tasted - the juice that had once
contributed to my being. My father whimpered like a child as he finished
cumming, and then relaxed back into the chair, breathing heavily as he
did. I finished cleaning his dick, like any good cock sucker, and then
pulled away from him.
            I was painfully hard in my pants, but didn't want to force
anything on him. I calmly stood and went back to where I had been
sitting. I could still taste his sweet cum in my mouth, as I licked my lips
and sighed.
            "Oh, my God!" Dad said, still panting.
            "I'll take that as a good sign," I said with a chuckle. My dad
looked over at me and smiled this giddy littlegrin, that made me think of a
kid in a candy store.
            "I don't know what to say, Jake. That was just amazing!" he
said.
            "Good," I said. I wanted to stay so badly, but also wanted to
leave on a good note, and so I stood up and walked to the door.
            "Night, Dad," I said calmly, and turned the knob.
            "Good night, son," he called after me. I went straight upstairs
to my bedroom and closed the door.
            I couldn't believe I had just done that, and that it seemed
okay. I would have thought I'd felt strange or weird, but I felt better
than I had ever felt in my life. Well, not totally great, because I still
had an enormous erection that begged for release.

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