Date: Thu, 8 Oct 2009 14:33:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sean Hardy <hardy.sean@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Birthday Surprise Part Four

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            I slept very soundly that night, after a massive jacking off,
of course. I woke up early, though, as I'd left my curtains pulled back,
and the light from the rising sun was hitting me directly in the face. I
started to remember why I had insisted on such heavy curtains back when I
had lived here before. I laid there for a long time, just taking everything
in and reassuring myself that it hadn't been a dream.
            The stirring under the covers made me reach down and give
myself a few strokes. My cock wasn't fully hard yet, but just enough that
it fluffed out and I could play with it while enjoying the memory of last
night.
            I was just picturing my father's face as I'd blown him, when I
heard footsteps approaching my bedroom. I dropped my cock and rolled over,
to appear to be still snoozing when my door softly opened.
            "Jacob? You awake son?" I heard my father whisper. My eyes
opened, and I looked over to the door to see him looking inside.
            "Yeah, I'm up," I said groggily. I readjusted my position on
the bed, and sat up a little, leaning back on my elbows.
            My father looked back out into the hall, and then quietly
stepped inside the room and shut the door behind him. He crept over to the
bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress.
            "I just wanted to touch base with you about last night," he
said.
            "I'm cool," I replied, giving him a smile.
            "Good. I'm glad," he said, flashing a grin. He glanced over at
my clock that sat on the nightstand, and then looked back at me.
            "I've never done this before, but do you want me to repay the
favor?" he asked. His hand moved over the covers to where my crotch was.
            "Sure!" I said, with a little more enthusiasm than I'd planned
on. Dad's face lit up, and he pulled the covers back. My now very hard cock
was pressing against the fabric of my boxer shorts, and Dad made an "mmmm"
sound. I found myself feeling just the least bit nervous, as it had been
years since he'd seen what I was packing.
            "Tell me if I do it wrong," he said, with a bashful look
towards me.
            "Okay," I mumbled out. He massaged my cock through the boxers,
and gave another satisfied sound. I squirmed a little beneath him, not
because I was uncomfortable; just the opposite actually.
            Dad pulled the boxers down slowly, and my dick sprang out of
them. I watched, as his eyes widened in awe as he took it all in.
            "Damn, son! You're bigger than I am!" he said with pride. I was
just a little bit longer than him, but nowhere near as thick.
            I closed my eyes and rolled my head back, as he grabbed my
shaft and gave it a nice long stroke from base to tip. He was breathing
heavily, and I could tell that he was really nervous about this. I decided
to risk being aggressive, and moved my hand up onto the back of his head,
giving it a gentle nudge downward.
            Dad opened his mouth and gingerly tasted me. He licked over my
cock head, and then a little down the shaft. I moaned out at his touch, and
he must have enjoyed it, because he then closed his mouth over my head and
began to make light sucking sounds. He swirled his tongue over my head, and
teased my piss slit, which made me gasp.
            For someone who had never done this before, he sure took to it
like a natural, slowly taking a few more inches in his mouth. He got about
half way, and I felt him pull back up. He licked his lips, and then rubbed
the tip of my dick against them. I felt my hips buck towards him, and,
without any warning, put nearly half of my dick down his throat. He gagged,
and then steadied himself, never letting me fall from his mouth.
            I normally would have apologized, but in this case, I found it
incredibly erotic, and even more of a turn on. I ran my fingers through his
short hair, and pressed him down even more on my dick. He groaned, with his
mouth still full of my cock, and accepted me. I was so lost in the lust of
the moment, that I didn't even think to warn him that I was getting close
to orgasm.
            Right as I felt my balls contract and cum shoot up through my
dick, I pulled him off of me and unloaded onto his face. He jerked back,
shocked at first, but then began to lick up my juice. I looked down to see
his handsome face wet with my spunk. White ropes of cum clung to his beard,
and it excited me even more.
            He laughed, as he rose up and wiped the cum from his face. I
relaxed back into bed, and looked up at him with a satisfied grin.
            "Thanks, sport. I need to go get ready for work," he said,
after a few moments of just staring at one another.
            "Okay," I said.
            "I'll see you when I get home, okay?" he said as he rushed out
the door and down the stairs.

            After a long boring day of helping my mother clean up from the
party at the country club, I returned home exhausted, yet still wide
awake. I had spent most of the day thinking about everything that was going
on, and feeling stabs of guilt whenever my mother looked in my
direction. It wasn't just that I was having an incestuous affair with my
father, but was I helping him cheat as well?
            I suppose one shouldn't think about these things when in my
situation, but I couldn't help but ponder them as I busied myself with
moving tables and taking down decorations that afternoon.
            I endured an interesting family dinner full of quiet
conversation and daring glances between me and my father over the table. We
all seemed to be going through the motions and not dwelling on the past. My
mother rambled on about how many compliments she'd received about the
party, and again stressing how rude it was for the guest of honor and his
son to vanish before it was over. I received an interesting look from Dad
at that comment.
            After dinner, I watched some TV and then headed up to my
bedroom, telling everyone that I was tired. I shared a knowing look with my
father that implied I would be waiting for him, and he nodded his head
discreetly.
            It was at least an hour before my parents went to bed, and
another thirty minutes before there was a soft knock at my door. I sat up
on the bed and said "Come in." My father opened the door and stepped into
the room, just as he'd done this morning. He was wearing his bathrobe, and
it slid open as he walked to the bedside. I caught a glimpse of his hard
chest, covered in dark fur. I felt a stir in my pants at the tease of him.
            "Hey," I said awkwardly. He sat down on the bed next to me and
patted my leg. I leaned close to him and rested my head against his. He
smelled like aftershave, and the scent turned me on. We remained still for
some time, just sharing a moment before whatever else would happen.
            I pushed his robe back and off his shoulders, running my hand
over his chest and massaging around his nipple. He moaned happily, and
nuzzled my face with his. I felt him gently push me onto my back, and he
got into bed with me, moving close as the robe fell to the floor, and he
pulled the covers over both of us.
            He kissed my neck as he snuggled close to me, his warm lips
causing me to sigh in content. Dad rubbed his hand up under my t-shirt, and
let it linger there.. I felt an indescribable closeness to him in this
moment, one that we'd never shared before.
            "So, Dad, what you were saying before; are you like gay or
something?" I asked, feeling a little hesitant of his response.
            "I don't think I'm completely gay. I seem to be Jacob-sexual at
the moment," he said, with a little laugh.
            "I guess that's good enough," I said, returning his laugh.
            "I don't know, kid. All I know is that I want this, you, right
now, and that's all."
            "I just don't know what to do," I said.
            "I don't know either, and we can stop right now if you want,"
Dad said. He looked at me, and I could tell from his eyes that he didn't
want to stop, but that he was trying to do the right thing by me.
            "I don't want to stop, Dad," I said. He smiled at me as I said
it, and leaned forward. My lips were only inches from his, and we lingered
there for some time, before I took the plunge and pressed them against his.
            It was both extremely arousing and terrifying to kiss him. I
didn't know how to proceed - to let him adjust and make the next move, or
to take charge. We chastely moved our lips around one another, until he
finally parted his own, and mine as well, in the process. His tongue
slipped into my mouth and tasted mine. I licked against him, and found that
we were suddenly into a very passionate kiss.
            Dad wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto my side. I
faced him, and felt his strong body tight against my own, as we continued
to kiss. He was the one to pull away, but then returned and planted soft
kisses down my chin and on my throat. I raised my head up, and moaned as he
made his way down around my pecs
            I swallowed, and thrust myself against him as he lifted my
shirt up and pulled it over my head. He tossed it to the floor, and then
went back down to my bare chest. He kissed and sucked around my erect
nipples, and then came back up to capture my lips again.
            This time, he was in complete control, sucking on my tongue,
and then hungrily ramming his face against mine. Beneath the covers, I
could feel him hard as a rock, pressed firmly against my own erection.
            I pulled back, and gasped for air, and he did the same, both of
us breathing in heavily, and then just looking at one another in a fiery
stare.
            "I can't do this here," I said. I wanted him so badly, but I
couldn't do this with my mother downstairs asleep. I just felt too guilty,
and didn't want to be ravaged by my father's lust like this.
            "I know, I know," he said, after a beat. He looked back at me
with sadness in his eyes, and then kissed me again, this time short and
quick.
            "Why don't you come up to my place? Make up something, and just
stay with me for the weekend, and I'll be more comfortable," I suggested.
            "I want to, but I'm not sure how easy it will be," Dad
replied. He thought for a minute, and then kissed me again.
            "Okay, I'll make it work," he said. "Somehow."

            The next morning, I gathered my things together; and made up
some excuse about having to meet with some guys for a project that was due
first thing on Monday. My mother hugged me, and thanked me for helping out,
and my father shook my hand, and then pulled me into an embrace as soon as
my mother walked out of the room.
            "I'll call you later," he whispered into my ear as we parted.
            I drove home slowly, my mind racing as much as it had on the
previous trip. I wondered how this was going to work. What was going to
happen next?
            Around eight thirty that night, I got my answer.


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