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Subject: Happy Birthday Dad Couldn’t believe my bad luck. I’d graduated college a year early, with early admittance and taking summer classes, in three years. Then entered my dream job at a corporation in the `big city’. I worked overtime for them, taking on more projects and received raise after raise. Then nine years later, a massive layoff. I wasn’t hurting for money, Mom left Dad and I after I just turned ten, saying she couldn’t stomach `wasting away in a shithole town’. She moved to New York City, obtaining a six figure salary and promptly starting paying alimony and child support to my Construction Foreman Father. He didn’t want the money and really, didn’t need it. He made good money, so he put the checks into an account for me, which I used to pay for college, an apartment. Mom had to pay from the time I was ten to when I graduated at twenty. There was more money in the account than I knew what to do with. I more or less just left the account alone. I made good enough money at my former assistant executive to the vice president to cover my bills. Until I was laid off. At 29. I felt like a failure. I called my Father, Lorn, a shortened form of his Father’s name, Loren. I don’t know either. He named me David, to break the line. Crying on his proverbial wide shoulders, I explained I was laid off and no one was hiring the losers that were fired. Shushing me with his authoritative voice, he soothed me saying everything would work out.He promptly called his buddies, so they convoyed to my one bedroom apartment, helped me pack everything up, back to his 3000 square foot, four bedroom, five bath home. So, I’ve been back home for three weeks, unpacking, getting rid of excess stuff–essentially downsizing. Dad was thrilled to have me back home, `where I belonged in the first gawdamn place’. Made me feel good. I’d been trying to stay out escort of his way since being back. He came home, went to his bedroom, stripping down to his gray boxer briefs, me, trying not to gawk and drool, though always had a crush on him since I was 13 or 14, maybe 15 when I confessed I thought he was the most handsome, fit, hairy man in the entire universe. He was accepting of me being gay from my first crackling, waving voice. He just gathered me up in a big furry bear hug, crushing me against his hard, hairy chest and stated he loved me. Gave me one of his killer smiles, kissed me on my forehead and asked if I wanted to share an extra large meat lovers special pizza, with extra sausage while grabbing his softball sized basket. I looked at the clock, reading 4:57 AM in bright, mocking red numbers. It was officially Saturday, Dad’s birthday. He turned 50 today. The Spring weather was hot one night then cold the next day. I was wearing long shorts and a long sleeve Tshirt. Coffee was what I needed. I padded down the stairs where the bedrooms were, I’d been given my childhood room and another one for the rest of my stuff. Dad was leaning up against the farmhouse sinks, wearing his gray boxer briefs and a lightweight, thin bathrobe, his extra large coffee mug in one hand and his other resting on the counter. He looked up at me and smiled, raising the arm wide and angling his head to come to him. Dad was a construction foreman for a company that worked on both residential and commercial properties. He was average height, at five foot ten and a half, he would joke his work boots brought him to six even. He was never concerned with his or my height. He had dark black hair, wide shoulders, compact muscles and body hair that stuck out of his work shirts at odd angles. He would laugh and say it was his ancient Persian and Italian heritage. I nestled at izmit escort bayan his side, his arm wrapping around my shoulder and down my chest. He rested his chin on my head and sighed contentedly. I wrapped my arms around his middle, not bothering to hide my inhaling his scent. He kept drinking his coffee. I reached my neck up, he leaned his head down and I kissed his permanent five o’clock shadow. He hugged me to him tighter. “So, Dad, Happy Birthday! Do you know what you want?” I was thinking of taking him out for a steak dinner, theater or movie, maybe to a neighboring town for a ball game. He looked down at me with a thoughtful grin, kissed my forehead again, speaking. “A blowjob?” he teased, grasping me tighter, sliding me in front of him. His brown eyes grew darker, his face flushed a little and I felt his rather large softball size lump push against my groin. I gave him a big smile, kissed him on his lush, full lips and squatted down to my knees directly underneath his body, throwing soft kisses down his furry chest to his groin. He was watching me every single kiss. I was finally on my knees in front of the Man I had had a crush on since I was a horny teenager. Not wanting to draw it out, to give him a second to change his mind, I mouthed his cock through his briefs, hooked my fingers under the band and drew them down, where I immediately pressed my nose into the neck of his cock, inhaling his pheremones, musky sweat and scents. My own cock was pressing my underwear but I didn’t touch myself, fearing I’d scare Dad away. I pushed the briefs to his ankles, where he stepped out of them, I hugged his hips, feeling his body hair to his round bubble butt, my fingers trailing his hairy crack as I went for it and deepthroated his surprisingly large 13 inch cock. I’d had plenty of practice in the city, thanks izmit sınırsız escort to a few bars and a bathhouse. He gasped, I chanced a look up and his angelic face was tilted backwards, his mouth agape in a most erotic look. I felt his sweaty crack, and moaned while his cock was nestled down my throat. I drug my fingers across his hole, bringing my fingers back to my face and wiping them under my nose. I heard Dad chuckling, “You like my ass sweat, huh?” I nodded. “Maybe you can help me later.” He was breathing heavy. I’d realized he’d had a long dry spell in dating, often complaining about `fucking women changing their minds at the last possible moment while trying to fuck them’. He had epic blueballs and I was there to help. I felt his hand gently caressing the back of my head, looking up, he was splashing coffee on his hand trying to put the cup on the counter. He wiped his hand on his bathrobe, holding my head now in both hands. His cock tasted salty, sweaty and all Dad. I could taste his musk and lust all the way down my throat. I inhaled and bobbed up and down on his cock like it was the last lollipop on earth. He was moaning loudly now, his thick cock rigid down my throat, I angled my neck so he had a straight shot down my throat so I could fuck him with my throat. I wanted this badly, to give him a good time and complete a wish I’d always had. He was so close, his fingers grasping the sides of my head, now actively fucking me with total abandon. He yelled incoherently, shoved his 13 inches down my throat, arching his body over mine and i felt his cock pumping 10 or 15 times, feeding me a healthy protein Dad shake. After a few minutes, he stopped pumping, withdrew his sensitive cock out of my throat, I caught his cum on my tongue, moaning myself. “Well, that was the best birthday present, Dave.” He gave me a sexy grin that melted my insides as he picked me up effortlessly, gave me a long, sensual, earth shattering kiss that popped my ears. “Hope that fulfilled your fantasy, bud. Now we can really play, now that I have my own personal sex slave.” I was in heaven.

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