Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2003 10:36:25 -0700
From: altrio <healerhen3ry@earthlink.net>
Subject: 18TH BIRTHDAY PRESENT

Writing the following has given me great pleasure. If it brings you
pleasure, gets you hard, whatever...I'd love to hear from you, especially
if you're looking for the same kind of loving dad found in this story.  All
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Disclaimer: this story is my property, copyright 2003 by healerhen3ry, all
rights reserved, batteries not included. 

The following contains consensual sex among family members. If this offends
you, then it would be a good idea to simply leave and not read it. Also,
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downloading it and saving it on your drive, or even reading it for that
matter. If you are under legal age (whatever that may be where you live)
then you shouldn't be here in the first place. 

healerhen3ry@earthlink.net


18th BIRTHDAY PRESENT


I am lying on my bed.  My adopted son Bran is sleeping beside me, his head
resting on my thigh, remnants of my last come shining on his cheeks and
lips.  He turned 18 yesterday.  Funny how it all happened....

He had just turned seven when I met his mother.  I fell in love with both
of them almost immediately.  Eight years later his mother, unable to deal
with his teenage behavior and my acceptance of his rebellion, threw us both
out.  She sent Bran to a lock down drug rehab center knowing they'd take
"care" of him while she sorted out her life.  Me?  In response to a
sheriff's notice to vacate, I was out of the house in 24 hours and into a
converted garage.  That was to be my home for almost four years.

Out of a twisted motive of revenge (for what I'll never know) she tried to
turn both boys against me, and she was partly successful.  Bran and I
neither saw nor spoke with each other from shortly after he entered rehab
until just a few weeks ago.  When we did reconnect I was overjoyed.  I
invited him to come over for a birthday dinner, at a condo I had just moved
into right before we ran into each other by surprise at the gas station.

He arrived a little after two this afternoon.  He was wearing tight fitting
white duck carpenter pants that very clearly outlined his large cock and
massive balls.  On top he had a lustrous black silk shirt open halfway down
his lightly haired chest.  The shirt wonderfully set off his ash blond
shoulder length hair and reflected his sparkling green eyes.  A rope
necklace of white shells and a black and white feather earring finished the
look.  Very sexy!  But then he was a man who had exuded sexuality from a
very young age....

For this birthday dinner I had made some of his favorite dishes, including
chicken tarragon and white chocolate mousse cake.  We shared a bottle of
semi-dry Riesling wine while we continued our conversation, which centered
on what had been to each of us during the years we were estranged.  One
common denominator: we had each been utterly rejected by the one most
important woman in our lives.

Bran still smokes pot, and he asked me to share a bong with him.  Growing
up a total geek I had never tried any illegal substances, but now at the
not-so-tender age of 42 I agreed to try it, recognizing how important it
was to Bran that I say yes-a step toward cementing our newly rediscovered
bond.  We had been sitting out on the patio drinking and smoking.  As the
weed took our minds elsewhere we decided to go back inside and watch a
video.

Funny how fate steps in and manipulates what happens, isn't it?  I had
rented "The Living Daylights."  The box said so.  The tape said so.  But
what came on screen was a porn film featuring bisexual action...men and
women all getting down with each other.  I sure as hell got almost
instantly hot and hard watching.  Bran, I thought, was probably ok with the
lesbian action but no doubt turned off by the male to male stuff.  I don't
know why we didn't turn the thing off and just get another tape...or resume
our talk, but we didn't.

After about 20 minutes of onscreen hardcore action, Bran shifted and moved
a bit closer to me.  As he sank back into the pillows, I glanced over and
saw that his cock had gone rock hard while on screen two hot guys were
starting a major bout of deep throating sixty-nine.  Looked to me like Bran
must have been carrying at least eight or nine fat inches under those
pants.  My cock isn't nearly that large, only about six, but it had been
stiff in my jeans almost since the movie had started.

"Jesus, Dad, do you have any idea how long it has been since my rod got a
good sucking?" Bran asked quietly, not taking his eyes from the TV.

"However long it's been for you, son, it can't be even half as long since I
gave someone my load for dessert."

Just then in the film a small brunette pushed the two guys apart.  She got
them to lie so their cocks were touching each other and then went down on
both at once.  By now Bran had edged to only maybe six or so inches away
from me and was casually stroking himself lightly through his tight white
ducks.  Figuring if he could, I could, I began to reach for my own bulge.
But Bran stopped me and gently placed it instead on the inside edge of his
left thigh.  My god!  This kind of thing was something I had only dreamed
of since he had started to develop around age twelve.  Even then the
thought remained at a subconscious level.  I never knew of the desire till
now.

I left my hand on his thigh but wiggled over till we were touching.  I
brought my right hand around to caress Bran's long silky hair.  Then I
leaned into him and put my lips on his neck and kissed.  He turned toward
me and our lips met.  His lips parted and in moments we were locked in a
deep searching kiss that seemed to go on forever.  When I regained my
breath I asked him if he was sure he knew what we were doing.

"Nope.  Haven't got a fuckin' clue, Dad.  I just know that I love you, Hank
(I just love that pet name)."

"Well, Bran, I love you too.  Not just as my son, but in every way
possible.  But this is something I've never done.  I guess you'll have to
teach me?"

"Well, Dad, I've never done it either.  Guess we'll both have to learn the
hard way.  Trial and error.  Lots of trials too I bet!"  Bran's eyes winked
and sparkled in his special impish way as he added that last part.

Just as I moved my hand to cover his cock, Bran stretched out on the sofa
and pulled me to him.  We kissed again, this time each groping in the
other's crotch as our tongues and breath battled.  I unbuttoned his silky
shirt and kissed, licked and bit his neck, chest, nipples, arms,
belly...wherever and whatever I uncovered.  Bran lay there twining his
fingers in my hair--something that drives me wild with passion.  I
continued to undress him.  When I unbuttoned the top of his pants and slid
the zipper down slowly, I saw black net bikini briefs.  There was a growing
wet spot where Bran's cock was leaking precum.  I pushed the pants down but
left the bikinis in place.  Then I gave his thighs, legs, feet and toes the
same kind of oral treatment I'd given his torso.  By this point Bran was
shivering in anticipation.  I had just raised my head to that delicious
looking wet spot and was breathing my heat onto it.  Bran stopped me.  He
pulled me up, crushed me in another deep kiss and made me switch places.
As he stripped me, Bran gave my body the same careful tongue washing he'd
gotten from me.  When he had me down to my soft gray cotton hip briefs,
Bran stopped, pulled back and gave me another one of those melting impish
smiles.  He leaned forward and planted a sloppy wet smacking kiss on my
lips.  Another to my nose.  One to each eye.  Then he pulled us both to our
feet.

2

Just then in the porno flick two guys were dancing close and slow.  One was
a guy in his late teens, eighteen no doubt...like Bran.  The other was a
man in his early 40s.  Like me!  As if the two of us were transported to
the videotape, Bran and I started the same slow grinding dance we were
watching.  Our cocks mashed up against each other as our heat continued to
rise.  I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take.

I said before that I'd dreamed of making it with Bran since he was twelve.
True enough, but never was I actually aware of that desire.  During the
therapy I sought after the separation and throughout the long course of the
divorce, I had discovered that I wanted sex with men.  I had always been
gay, just never acknowledged it...even to myself.  Now here I was about to
finally experience what I had always wanted and needed.  And it was Bran,
my own son, who would share that first time with me.  It nearly blew my
mind!

"Bran, baby boy, I want to try and suck you.  I need your cock in my
mouth."

"Go for it, Dad."

I dropped to my knees in front of him.  Bran started to move in but I told
him to wait.  "Give me your foot, son," I said, and he did.  I clasped the
sole of his foot to my forehead and ever so slowly brought my head up so
that it slid across my brow and nose until my lips and tongue could wash
his foot.  Now the moaning was really loud.  Because it was both of us plus
the two on the screen.  When my tongue reached Bran's toes I gently sucked
each one.  "Stop for a second, Dad, I feel like I'm gonna pass out!"

Bran lay down on the floor.  I gently took his other foot and slowly gave
it the same loving.  Then I allowed my fingers to play up his leg, touching
the hairs there like a soft breeze...with my tongue following each step.
When I got to the crotch of Bran's net briefs I gave a quick flick of my
tongue across the pouch where his balls lay.  Off I went.  Back to the
other leg, again rising from the ankle to the crotch.

This time I opened my mouth as wide as I could and muffled my hot breath
against the pouch holding his cum-filled balls.  I breathed deeply in and
out a few times, letting my heart rate settle down just a bit.  Then I
backed away just a bit, opened wide again and this time came down sideways.
I was trying to measure the whole of Bran's cock through the net briefs.  I
pushed my tongue forward and found the wet spot.  I sucked on it to get the
flavor into my mouth.  Sweet wine!

Next I grabbed the top of his briefs between my teeth and, not without some
bump and grind help from Bran, wriggled them down.  Out sprang his cock,
almost fully erect and just under eight inches long and cut.  Not too
thick, but perfectly shaped, blue veins running up and down and pulsing
before my eyes.  A drop of fluid was sitting just at the opening.  Never
one to waste, I quickly lapped it up with my tongue.  With one hand I
fisted Bran's beautiful cock, my son's cock.  The other pushed his briefs
down far enough that he could kick them off.  I held his cock with my two
thumbs at the base in his lush blond curly pubes and my index and middle
fingers steadying the shaft.

I gathered a wad of saliva, stuck out my tongue and began to slowly bathe
that column of boy flesh from root to tip.  Once.  Twice.  Three, four,
five swipes till he was coated with so much of my saliva that it was
running down into his nest.  I was so excited I thought I would have a
stroke!

My cock was throbbing so hard!  I had to raise myself up and readjust it so
that I could lie more comfortably between Bran's legs now that I was set to
worship his eighteen-year-old cock.  But first I went for his balls.  The
sac was lightly covered with soft blond hair.  I raised Bran's sac in one
hand and licked each nut gently before I sucked it into my warm wet mouth.
I rolled them round and round before letting each fall out so that my
tongue could make figure eights around that side of his ball sac.  Then I
took both in at once, holding very still.  First I just breathed with
concentration; then I gently scraped the underside of the sac with my lower
teeth as I reluctantly let go.

Bran's cock was waving wildly at me.  I smiled, pulled it toward me,
swirled my tongue around the head and then with heavy pressure used the
flat of my tongue to lick all the way down his shaft again, onto his
balls...and I kept on going.  I raised his legs and licked passionately at
the creases of each thigh in his groin.  Then I centered on the tender
nubbly flesh between his balls and his asshole.  Up and down the little
line my tongue went.  By this time Bran was moaning and almost begging me
to suck him.

It wasn't time yet!  The aromas wafting from his ass crack were too
inviting to be left for later.  Adjusting Bran's legs again so that I could
rock him backward and get better access to his ass, I gave three or four
quick swipes of the entire area with the flat of my tongue.  When I finally
centered on the ring of muscle guarding his ass, Bran moaned again, but
this time the plea was different.  "Oh, God, Dad....ram your tongue into my
hole.  Fuck me with it.  Eat me out.  Jesus that's incredible!"  Who was I
to argue?

The taste was sweet and dusky.  I tickled his sphincter with the tip of my
tongue and then started to drill in slowly.  Bran was now pounding his
fists on the floor and whipping his head from left to right as so many
totally new sensations flooded his brain.  I used my fingers to massage the
rim of his hole just a bit and then let them pry his sphincter open just a
bit more so that I could continue probing his insides with my tongue.

"Aw, fuck, Dad, please please please suck me now," Bran cried in a voice
that almost sounded like it did before it dropped when he went through
puberty.  This was still my sweet little boy asking.  At the same time
though it was a hot throbbing sexually aroused man lying there spread out
before me.  It was time.  Yes.

3

Could you have stopped eating such a delightful ass?  Well I certainly
didn't want to, but Bran had asked so sweetly.......and with such obvious
need.  So I shifted my attention to his cock.  I licked back up the giant
from root to plum shaped head and opened wide.  Now I'd never had a cock in
my mouth before (or even in my hands for that matter), so I wasn't sure
what to do.  I lowered my head till I felt his glans touching my soft
palate.  I backed off just a tad so as not to gag, and then closed my lips
around more than half of him.  And I just held it there.  Motionless.  I
flattened my tongue against the stalk and put my right hand around the
base.  My left hand caressed and teased his balls.  The silky smoothness
over the steel hardness surprised and delighted me at the same time.  So I
started to work him in and out, using my lips, tongue, hands, and lots of
suction.  We were both just so fucking hot.  He exploded into my mouth in
less than a minute.  I backed off a bit to take his come on my tongue where
I could let my tastebuds evaluate it.  It was wonderful.  Bittersweet and
exciting and (I know it sounds corny but) creamy...tangy and tinged with a
hint of the meal we'd had earlier.  There was so much of it I couldn't hold
it all inside.  Some dribbled out the corners of my mouth while I tried to
swallow as much as possible.  I held Bran's cock in my mouth until he began
to soften...and then went on a treasure hunt with my tongue for every drop
of sweetness I'd let escape.  I think I found them all!

Bran caught me off guard when he pulled me up to rest on top of him and
sealing us together with a deep tongue tasting kiss.  By the way he licked
my tongue and teeth, the underside of my tongue, everywhere he could
reach...it was clear that he wanted to share his own taste.  I wondered to
myself if he used to eat his own come when he jacked off.  I know I
did...which is how I had a tiny bit of an idea how it would be when he came
in my mouth.

As I said, we were both so hot that Bran had lasted less than a minute
while I sucked him.  I didn't even make it that far.  Saying that doesn't
embarrass me at all.  On the contrary I'm sorta pleased that my sweet son
turned me on so much that I was a goner almost as soon as he touched me.
What happened was this: Bran rolled us over so that I was on my back.  He
kissed me again and then moved his lips and tongue to my right nipple,
gently licking and nibbling.  Then as he gave my left nipple the same, I
lost it.  I came longer and harder and with greater volume than I ever had
before.  In a way I guess you could say I'd been brewing this one for about
thirty years!  My gray briefs turned a shimmering charcoal as they filled
with my load.

"Oh, shit, Bran.....I'm sorry.  I guess I was just..."

I never got to finish the sentence.  First Bran clambered back up to my
mouth and closed off my apology with a kiss, leaving me breathless again.
Just as quickly he was back at my crotch, sliding my soaked briefs off.  He
sat up, grinned at me that special impish look of his, and started to lick
the come from the briefs!  Before he discarded them and moved to vacuum
clean my cock, Bran swiped two fingers into the come pooled on my pubic
area and reached up, offering me a taste too.  A taste I eagerly accepted.
Now when he lay down again to lick and suck me he did so head to tail so
that I could reach him at the same time.

I fingered him gently, marveling at the beauty of his manhood as he slowly
licked around the head of my cock, which--by the way--was on the rise again
(go figure!).  Then he want for my balls, took them both into his mouth,
sucked and pulled down moving the whole sac away from my body.  That done,
Bran lifted my legs high and opened the angle as wide as possible and went
for my crack.  When his hot wet tongue reached my hole I started to moan so
loud that Bran shushed me, warning that the neighbors might want to join in
if I didn't quiet down.  His tongue did incredible things to me.  Things I
had never even imagined.  In fact Bran's tongue probed so insistently and
deeply that it almost felt like it was his cock!

Another grin as he lifted up and leered at me.  There in the sparkle of his
grey-green eyes I could see my own joy mirrored.

"Hank?  I want to fuck you in the ass.  Can I?"

"I don't know if I can take all of you, Bran, but we'll never know if we
don't try, huh?" I said and giggled, reaching out at the same time to
tickle him on the side.  "Why don't you work my hole a little longer with
your tongue and fingers and we can try then."

That was all Bran needed to hear.  He disappeared again from my line of
sight.  But my body sure knew he was there as he first inserted a thumb
into my hole, pushed down and sort of rooted around in there.  I sighed,
and suddenly remembered times many years ago when as a teen I would now and
then finger myself while jerking off in the shower.  Up his head bounced
again, and he held up his thumb, which he'd rudely popped out of my ass.
Waving it at me, Bran said, "Little Jack Horner..." and laughed his silly
laugh and then sucked that thumb into his mouth.  When he extracted it a
moment later he said, "Wow!  Deeeelicious!" and disappeared again.  Next it
was his index and middle fingers sliding in and out, first a shallow finger
fuck, then deeper and slower, probing and seeking my prostate.  When he
added his tongue lapping at my cockroot I was nearly delirious.  My joy was
beyond words.  But I tried.

"Bran, I'm willing to try now...that is if you're still interested?"

"Hell yeah, Dad!"  and with that it became three fingers and his tongue
slithering around them.  In another minute he gently lowered my legs to the
floor.  I lay there flushed and breathing deeply, my ass feeling like
something was missing.

"Come on, Hank, let's get something to ease the way and go to your bed."
He snagged a bottle of cooking oil from the counter in the kitchen.  I took
it from him and dropped it on the stairs.

"I've got something better upstairs, son."

4

We held each other close as we managed to walk upstairs, almost as if we
were tied together for a three-legged race.  I continued to hold Bran close
and edged over to the armoire.  There I grabbed a bottle of lavender
scented massage oil I'd bought some time back.  I sometimes used it to jack
off with or finger my asshole.

My bed at that time was a super single waterbed.  It was a cozy fit for the
two of us, and that was--to put it mildly--perfect!  The cozier the better.
Bran asked me to lie on my stomach.  When I was settled, he drizzled about
a tablespoon of the oil into my crack.  Bran used both hands to massage the
oil into my buttcheeks with a kneading motion, moving ever closer to the
crease and finally into it.  Both thumbs touched my hole at the same time.
I arched upward and it was as if the tight sphincter was clutching at them.
Bran exerted only a little pressure and they both slipped inside me.  I
moaned.  This was fantastic!  I couldn't imagine what it would be like when
he slipped his hard eight inches into me.  I twisted to the side a bit,
took the massage oil and shined his cock from root to tip.  We were ready.

Sometimes a person will do something so tender and unexpected that you just
start to cry.  I did.  Bran reached up to the clock radio and tuned it to
my favorite classical station.  What an incredible act of loving
tenderness!  (Later he told me it was to cover the noise in case we got too
loud....)  Another quirk of serendipity was at work, because only moments
after Bran switched on the music, the station started to play one of my all
time favorite pieces, the Schuman piano quartet.  The lyric line of the
andante cantabile has always reached to a special spot deep inside my soul
ever since I first heard it during my freshman year of college....  You
know how you have these incredibly detailed memories in the flash of an
eye?  I did right then.  My roommate freshman year turned out to be a kid
I'd grown up next door to till we were 7; best buddies then and instantly
again when we found ourselves living together.  It was Mark who introduced
me to the Schuman.  Looking back now, I wonder if we could have become
lovers...or at least fooled around.  I'll probably never know.


As he returned to his spot on the bed, Bran gently rolled me to my back and
covered my mouth with his.  He stretched full length on top of me and our
two cocks vibrated together.  I cannot remember ever wanting anything so
much as I wanted him inside me at that moment.  Instinctively, I spread my
legs wide, raised them high into the air and settled them on his shoulders,
while my hands encircled his ass and pulled him toward me.  Bran rested his
hands on my shoulders, and painted butterflies with his fingers everywhere
he could reach.  Gently and slowly he aimed the head of his oiled cock at
my puckered hole.  When we both sensed he was on target, Bran started to
push inward.  Somehow I knew to take a deep breath and exhale slowly with
focus, relaxing my mind (and body) totally.  As I did so the purple plum
head slipped in.  Yes, there was pain.  Well not pain really, just a sense
of immense pressure that first moment of entry, a twinge in response to
something so large and warmly pulsating never before experienced.

Bran held himself very still with only the head inside me.

"Oh god, Dad, it feels like a furnace inside you!"

"I want all of it, lover, but please take it slow," I whispered, and then
added, "if you can."

"No problem there, Dad.  If I don't hold still a bit longer I'll lose my
load before I've even started.  Any way you can ease up on the way you're
clamping down on me?"

"Don't know, son, but I'll try."  It didn't work.  "I'll keep trying to
relax more, Bran, but take all the time you need, honey."  I turned to my
left and licked and kissed his downy arm.

Bran took his own deep, calming breaths and then began to inch slowly
forward into my ass.  Every new millimeter (he was moving that slowly)
brought with it feelings better than those preceding.  It seemed to take
forever, but finally I felt the heft of his swaying balls against my
cheeks.  We had done it!  Together we had achieved this incredible
connection.  What was yet to come would be better still.

"Hank?"  I heard Bran call as if from a great distance.  "Dad, are you
okay?"

"I think so.  Why?"

"You just look totally glazed over and out of it.  Am I hurting you too
much?"

"No, son, this is the best I've felt...EVER...because it's you--your
beautiful cock--YOU INSIDE ME.  Now, Bran, fuck me?  Fuck me, please?"

Bran slowly drew back to begin the act of love and my hands kneaded his
ass.  I let one finger of my left hand play around his asshole.  His
response to this was to begin the slide forward.  When he drew out next, my
finger was waiting and worked its way inside his pucker.

"Oh, yes, yes, Dad.  Jam it in there!"

As he fucked me, my finger fucked him.  We were both beginning to sweat
heavily.  Bran's cock found my prostate and I pushed forward to meet him,
pushed as hard as I could.  He was riding in and out of me harder now.  I
could feel Bran's dick pulsating inside me.  He arched his back and smiled
at me, sweat dripping from his forehead and cheeks.  That special loving
grinning smile of his.  Then he bent in half and swooped down toward my
stiff-standing cock, just barely licking the head with the tip of his
velvet tongue while his steely cock thrilled every nerve ending in my ass.
I knew neither one of us could last much longer.  I was rhythmically
pounding my fists on the bed.  The bed was rocking like a sea under storm
siege.  Bran was thrusting and thrusting into me as he leaned down toward
my cock, drooling on it and when possible lapping at the head with his
tongue.

Then it happened.  Almost simultaneously I exploded, shooting volley after
volley of hot come onto his tongue, lips, chin, cheeks.  He gasped,
involuntarily bucked into me once more and raised his head, hooting
somewhat like a loon as he let loose a torrent of boiling cream into my
guts.  I have never felt anything so wonderful!

The wave-like action of the waterbed kept both of us rocking into each
other as our fever subsided.  My legs were shaking as I moved them from
Bran's shoulders.  Bran fell forward wit his head on my chest, his tongue
lolling out near my nipple.  Ever so slowly his cock deflated and slipped
gently from the depths of my ass.  It was as if a precious lifeline were
being withdrawn.  The only saving grace was that it was still within my
reach.

I raised his head and leaned to kiss him, a long searching kiss that spoke
thousands of words in its gentle silence.

"Happy Birthday, Bran."

"Happy every other day, dad."

Bran snuggled up in the crook of my arm and drifted off into a light doze.
I lay there focused on some point far off in the distance.  Tears welled up
and slowly overflowed, rolling down my cheeks.  Only moments later I
drifted off myself.  When I awakened just a bit ago, Bran had shifted down
on the bed and was lying as I described him at first...his head on my
thigh, my come shining on his lips and cheek.

To be best appreciated, a birthday present must be graciously given and
just as graciously received.  I'd say the two of us did a helluva job
tonight.  Damn near perfect.  And with any luck at all, just the first of
many many more to come.