Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2017 16:31:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Happy Birthday, Buster - Part 1 (gay/incest)

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NOTE: My original version of Part 1 appeared in Handjobs Magazine before
they stopped publication. I have made some minor edits throughout this
installment and revised the ending to allow for further development of the
story. The rest of the series will feature all-new material.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUSTER

PART 1

"Wake up, Buster, or are you planning to sleep the whole day away?"

I groaned an objection to being woken up at all and buried my face in my
pillow.

"Come on, time to get up." This comment was followed by a sharp slap on my
pajama-clad ass.

"Hey!" I objected, lifting my head and looking groggily over my shoulder. I
was awake enough to know that it was Saturday morning and that I didn't
have to go to school, so I was not happy with this treatment.

"Well?" Dad asked, as I silently tried to focus my eyes. When I managed
that feat, I was well rewarded. There stood my bear of a dad, all 6'3" of
him. His feet had a light dusting of black hair. His calves and muscular
thighs were hidden in a baggy pair of jeans. The thick matt of
black-and-gray hair on his stomach and chest, however, was clearly on view
thanks to his unbuttoned, sleeveless shirt. His stomach had a slight
paunch, which I found to be extremely sexy. His pecs were well defined, as
were his tattooed biceps. The ends of his thick, dark mustache blended into
the trim graying beard that covered his solid jaw. His blue eyes sparkled,
and the salt-and-pepper hair on top of his head was trimmed in a nice buzz
cut. The fact that he'd started going prematurely gray annoyed him, but I
liked it, especially since the rest of him looked exactly like the
forty-year-old stud he was. "Are you getting up or not?" he asked while I
was taking him in from foot to head and back again.

"Ugh," I groaned as I forced myself to roll over onto my back.

"I guess that answers that," Dad laughed.

"I guess it does," I agreed after looking down to see my morning wood
standing proudly through the opening in my red-and-white striped
pajamas. Dad and I had always been casually open about our bodies, ever
since Mom divorced him and moved out of state with her new husband, so my
exposed cock wasn't a big deal. I reached down and scratched my balls
through the fabric and even gave my cock a couple strokes.

"You'll go blind," Dad laughed. "Come on, breakfast is on the table."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, tucking my cock back in my pajamas and watching
Dad's rounded but firm ass disappearing through the doorway. "I'm coming,"
I called after him.

"If you do, you're cleaning the sheets," Dad laughed again. I shook my head
at his corny joke, scratched my bare chest as I climbed out of bed, grabbed
my cell phone from the nightstand, and followed Dad downstairs.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked as I entered the kitchen. I was so busy
checking texts on my phone that I didn't even see what was right in front
of me.

"Happy Birthday!" Dad yelled. I finally looked up and stopped short,
stunned by the sight. Dad was standing there with a birthday cake in his
hands alright, but not just any cake. It was in the shape of an erect cock,
covered in pink frosting. The balls of the cake were decorated with
chocolate frosting to simulate hair. White frosting covered the cock head
and was drizzled down the pink shaft in what was an obvious approximation
of cum. A large white candle was planted where the piss slit should have
been, and the flame was flickering.

"What the fuck, Dad?"

"Too big for you?" Dad laughed, putting the cake down on the kitchen
table. "Oh, come on, Son, I figured out a long time ago you were a cock
man."

"What?"

"If you're not, there's some pretty peculiar browsing history on your
computer," Dad said with a smirk.

"I...."

"Don't be embarrassed," Dad said casually as he rubbed his hairy
stomach. "I like a bit of cock now and then too, Son."

"Dad!"

"Wait a minute. Are you a virgin?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, no, but... Dad!"

"Are you going to make a wish and blow out your candle or what?" I just
stared at Dad for a moment, made a wish, and blew out the candle. "That
wasn't so hard, was it?" Dad laughed. "Not as hard as your cock, anyway."

"I guess not," I said after I looked down and saw my hard cock had broken
free through the front of my pajamas again. I quickly pushed it back
inside.

"Do you want some cake?"

"For breakfast?"

"Why not? It's your birthday, and you only turn eighteen once. So, today,
anything goes," Dad replied with a grin.

"Okay, sure," I agreed, snapping a quick picture of the cake before putting
my phone down on the kitchen counter.

I expected Dad to produce a knife to cut the cake, but instead, I watched
in stunned silence as he just removed the candle, grabbed the tip of the
fake dick, took a huge chunk of frosted cake in his hand, and casually
shoved it down the front of his jeans. "Come and get it," he said after a
pause.

"What?"

"Not enough for you?" he asked, grabbing another handful of cake and
shoving it down the front of his jeans with the earlier piece.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Making your birthday wish come true, if I'm not mistaken," Dad
laughed. "Do you want it or not, and I'm not just talking about the cake."

"Dad! I don't know what you think--"

"Come on, Son, your Internet history is overloaded with incest stories on
Nifty. Don't you want the real thing?"

"Oh fuck, Dad." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I definitely
pictured me and my dad when I was reading all of those stories, but I never
thought it would actually happen. And now, here was my own dad offering to
make my dreams come true.

"Well, make up your mind. The frosting is melting all over my cock," he
laughed, and I finally noticed the distinct outline of a large hardon in
his jeans.

"Are you serious, Dad? You're not fucking with me."

"Well, I sort of hoped that would be part of the morning," Dad said with a
wink as he unbuttoned his jeans.

"Oh, Dad, I want you so much. I never thought... You don't hate me?"

"That's enough of that crap, Buster. Would I be shoving cake down my pants
and inviting you to go eat it, and anything else you find, if I had a
problem with us getting together. Sex is sex, Son. I love it as much as the
next guy. And if the next guy happens to be the son I also love, then so
much the better. Now, do you want your cake or not?" he asked, tugging the
zipper of his jeans down a little.

"Fuck it," I muttered as I stepped forward and fell on my knees in front of
my muscular daddy bear.

"Suck it first," Dad laughed, as I reached up and pulled his zipper all the
way down.

"Oh yeah," I sighed when I discovered Dad was commando, so there wasn't any
underwear to hinder me. I reached into the jeans and discovered Dad's cock
coated in birthday cake and frosting.

"Don't be shy," Dad said, and that was the final permission I needed. I
quickly leaned in and started to eat the crumbled cake as I tightened my
grip on his cock. I was like a starving person desperate for a meal. As the
frosting melted in my hand, it lubed up Dad's cock, which I began to stroke
slowly as I burrowed deeper to eat all the cake and frosting that I could
find. "Maybe this will help," Dad said as he grabbed his waistband and
shoved the jeans down over his thighs. His cock and balls were fully
exposed now, and there was still plenty of cake plastered to them, as well
as frosting embedded in his thick bush of black-and-gray pubes.

"Mmmmm," I mumbled as I eagerly continued to fill my mouth with cake and
stroke Dad's cock. Finally, there was nothing left but frosting. I licked
all I could from his matted pubes and then lapped along the trail of cake
crumbs and frosting that led up to where it had first been forced through
the top of his jeans.

"Enjoying your cake, Buster?"

"Definitely," I said, looking up into Dad's sparkling eyes. I looked at the
frosting-covered cock in my hand and then back up at his eyes.

"Go for it, Son." In a heartbeat, I had my lips wrapped around Dad's cock
head, and my tongue was probing his piss slit for any hidden traces of cake
and frosting. I swirled my tongue around the head, licking up all the
frosting and crumbs I could find. "That feels good, Buster."

"Tastes good too, Dad," I muttered, and then I started taking his cock
farther and farther into my mouth. I was beyond eating cake at that
point. I was sucking my own dad's cock for the first time ever, and I was
loving it.

"Oh fuck, Buster," Dad moaned, and I knew he was enjoying the experience as
much as I was. "How was I ever so lucky to get such a talented cocksucker
for a son?" I continued to stroke his frosting-slicked shaft as I worked my
lips and tongue lower to join up with my fist. With my other hand, I took a
firm grasp of his balls, using my thumb and forefinger to form a tight
noose on the skin that joined his balls to his cock, and started a gentle
milking motion. "Oh yeah, milk my balls, Son. Damn, I like that."

"Mmmmph" was all I could manage for a reply, since my mouth was full, so I
just continued milking Dad's balls with one hand, stroking his shaft with
the other, and working his cock head with my lips and tongue. The huge
amount of precum that Dad was producing mingled with the frosting to
provide an amazingly sweet flavor. I was hooked, and I moaned with
pleasure.

"Do you want Dad to fill that talented mouth of yours with cum, Son?" Dad
groaned. "Is that your birthday wish?" I looked up to meet Dad's gaze and
shook my head. "I didn't think so," Dad laughed. "Then we'd better move on
to the next option. Was your wish for a fuck?"

I pulled my mouth off of Dad's delicious cock, but I kept my firm grasp on
his shaft and balls. "Yes," I replied.

"Me or you?" Dad asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Guess," I said with a smile as I continued to stroke Dad's cock.

"Well, there's a fifty-fifty chance of me picking the correct answer for
your birthday wish. Damn, that feels good, Son. Okay, I'm just going to go
with what I want most and hope it's right."

"I'm sure it will be," I said with a grin.

"Then your birthday wish better be that your ass gets fucked by this hard
daddy cock."

"YES!" I said, releasing Dad's cock and jumping up. "That's what I want," I
added as I started to remove my pajama bottoms.

"Wait a second," Dad said quickly. "Turn around." I did as Dad instructed,
and I soon felt him step up close behind me. His hard cock pressed against
me. "Oh yeah," he sighed as he began humping his cock against my
pajama-covered ass. I leaned forward and planted my elbows on the
table. "Your pajamas feel so good on my cock," he added.

"And your cock feels so good against my ass," I sighed.

"I think you need a little more cake," Dad said as he reached out and
grabbed more of the fake dick in his huge paw. This time, however, he
smeared it all over my back.

"Kind of hard for me to eat it back there," I laughed.

"Then I'll have to help you," he groaned, leaning forward and licking the
cake and frosting off of my back. "Mmmmm, good," he sighed as he continued
to hump my ass and lick my back. When he finished that serving, he grabbed
another handful of cake and this time he shoved it down the back of my
pajamas and started working it into my ass crack.

"Oh yeah," I groaned the first time one of his fingers touched my pucker.

"You ain't felt nothing yet," Dad laughed as his fingers started forcing
cake and frosting into my asshole.

"Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me!" I begged.

"Okay, Buster, your birthday wish is my command," Dad said as he yanked my
pajama bottoms down over my thighs and pressed his hard cock against my
asshole. "A little lube," Dad said, as he wiped his hand across the cake
and gathered up a mass of frosting. "Oh yeah," he sighed, and I knew he was
stroking the frosting onto his cock. "I think we're ready, Son."

"Do it, Dad. Do it." I felt Dad's cock pressing against my asshole, and I
tried to relax. This wasn't my first time, but I certainly wanted my first
time with Dad to be a pure pleasure.

"Okay, Son," Dad said soothingly. "Here we go. Slow and easy. Relax for
Daddy. Oh yeah, that's it, Buster. OH DAMN, I'M IN!" he yelled with
surprise when his cock popped easily into me.

Since it was my ass being spread, I didn't need to be told that I'd been
invaded and that it felt fucking amazing. "Not far enough," I
groaned. "Deeper, Dad. Fill me all the way with your cock. I want it so
much. Fuck me, Dad."

"You've got it, Son," Dad said proudly as he began to slide his cock deeper
and deeper into my asshole, filling me with cock and cake and frosting. As
my ass became stuffed with more than I ever thought it could take, I
reached out blindly and grabbed a hunk of birthday cake to shove into my
mouth. I don't know whether my groans and moans were from the cake or the
cock, but I didn't care. I was having the best birthday ever. "Save some
for me," Dad laughed.

"Here," I yelled as I grabbed another hunk of cake and threw it into the
middle of my back.

"Mmmmm," Dad sighed, leaning forward to eat the cake and lick my back as he
smoothly pummeled my willing ass with his possessive cock. And he was
possessing me. Fully.

"The only other thing I want for my birthday, Dad, is for you to fill me
with your cum. I've dreamed about it for so long. That's all I really
want."

"Oh you'll get it, Son. You'll get it," Dad assured me as he reached out
for another handful of cake. I grunted with surprise and pleasure when I
suddenly felt him wrap his cake-filled hand around my cock and hold it
firmly.

"Oh fuck," I groaned at the amazing sensation of the moist cake and smooth
frosting on my cock. I eagerly started thrusting my cock through Dad's
fist. And then I thrust my ass back to meet Dad's own cock thrusts. Our
fucking increased in tempo and ferocity. For several minutes, we matched
each other groan for groan, moan for moan, and thrust for thrust as the
table squeaked and rocked under me.

Suddenly, Dad yanked his cock out of my ass. I was about to protest, but
before I had a chance, he spun me around, grabbed me by the waist, and
lifted me onto the table. I laid back into the middle of what was left of
the cake, but I didn't care. Dad quickly pulled my pajamas off and lifted
my ankles to rest on his shoulders before he pressed his cock against my
asshole and popped it back inside of me where it belonged.

"I love you, Dad," I groaned as I frantically reached around me on the
table and grabbed what cake remnants I could find. I smeared them all over
my body and then reached out to smear Dad's hairy chest and stomach as
well.

"I love you too, Buster," Dad moaned. "Happy Birthday." His grip tightened
on my ankles and he pulled them wide apart as he thrust faster and harder
into my ass, filling me with the cock that made me.

"CUM IN ME, DAD," I begged. "I WANT YOU SO MUCH."

"PUMP YOUR COCK FOR ME, BUSTER. HURRY. I WANT US TO CUM TOGETHER!" he
bellowed, and I knew he was on the verge.

I grabbed my cock with one hand and my fist was soon flying up and down. My
balls were slapping down on the top of Dad's cock as he continued to use me
the way I wanted to be used. With my other hand, I took one of my nipples
between my thumb and forefinger. The pinch turned into a twist, and waves
of painful pleasure swept through my body. "OH, DAD," I groaned, with my
eyes rolling back in my head.

"CUM WITH ME, BUSTER!" Dad grunted. "CUM WITH ME!"

"YES!" I screamed at a level to match Dad, and our simultaneous orgasm
began. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Every muscle in my body
was convulsing. My head flew back so hard that I almost cracked it on the
table. Dad's fingers were gripping my ankles like a vice as his cock made
shallow, quick, hard thrusts into my ass. I looked up and saw his eyes roll
back in his head an instant before my own did the same again.

"OH, BUSTER," Dad bellow.

"OH, DAD," I replied as my cock jumped and started to unleash torrents of
cum all over my stomach. In that instant, my ass clamped down on Dad's
cock.

"BUSTER!" Dad screamed as he gave one final hard thrust of his cock to bury
it completely in me and unleash his own torrent of hot cum to fill my
ass. His body shook and he pressed my legs back into my stomach, allowing
him to shove his cock even deeper into me than I thought possible. "FUCK!
FUCK! FUCK!" he moaned with every spasm and thrust of his body that filled
me with hot cum. "Oh, shit," he finally moaned, releasing my ankles and
planting his palms on the table to support his exhausted body.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I asked with fake innocence as I
casually spread my cum over my body, mixing the jizz with the cake crumbs
and frosting.

"Definitely, Son. The first time fucking my boy was better than anything
else, ever!" he replied with a smile. "Damn, you look delicious enough to
eat," he laughed.

"Help yourself," I replied, lowering my legs and wrapping them around his
waist. Dad didn't waste any time. He leaned forward and began to lick the
cum, the cake crumbs, and the frosting from my body.

"That feels good," I sighed.

"Tastes good, too," Dad replied seductively, and I could feel him pulse his
cock, which was still inside my ass. "Happy Birthday, Buster."

"Thanks, Dad. This is definitely the best birthday ever!"

"Glad to hear it," he replied with a wink.

I couldn't resist. I did a quick stomach crunch to sit up as much as I
could with a cock in my ass, grabbed Dad's face by the whiskers, and pulled
his mouth to mine. The mingled flavors of cake, frosting, and cum made it
the best birthday kiss ever.

"Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?" Uncle Tony, my dad's twin
brother, asked from the kitchen doorway.

"That's up to the birthday boy," Dad replied.

I looked down and saw the outline of the straining cock inside Uncle Tony's
jeans. "Looks like you brought me a big present."

"I'm afraid it's exactly like the present your dad just gave you," Uncle
Tony replied, casually rubbing his crotch.

"That's the danger when twins think alike," Dad said, letting out a soft
grunt as he finally slipped his cock out of my ass and stepped aside.

"At least I know it will fit," I replied.

"Happy Birthday, Buster," Uncle Tony said, unzipping his jeans as he
started to walk toward the table.

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I hope you enjoyed reading this initial bit of fun. There are more birthday
adventures for Buster still to come...and to cum.

Remember, always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that
thing has been!

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