Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2019 18:19:18 +0000
From: Brick ONeil <brickoneil@outlook.com>
Subject: Happy Birthday Dad Part III

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We threw on boxers, heading back down to the kitchen for more coffee. Dad
had fucked me more times this morning than I had been the past six months!
Black coffee in hand, we sat at the table, smiling ridiculously at each
other.

"What made you ask for a blowjob for your birthday?" I asked, wondering
what had come over him.

"You complaining?" He patted my cheek laughing good naturedly.

I blushed, "No, but just curious."

He leaned forward, held my smaller hand in his large, calloused one,
holding my gaze with his eyes. "You told me you were gay when you were a
teenager and that you had a crush on me. I did everything I could to build
your confidence, be the man you looked up to," he squeezed my hand, "Then
you started dating in college men that had my build, my mannerisms,
resembled me a bit." He leaned back, winking at me. "Finally, you moved
back in, (where you belonged-he muttered), and you looked so lost. I wanted
to give you something that you had always wanted...plus, I hit a dry
spell." He laughed, big and large, just like him. I blushed, leaning
forward so he leaned forward as well, I gave him a light, sensual kiss. He
grabbed the back of my head, turning the kiss into something more.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "It's your birthday and you gave me a present!"

He turned serious for a moment, looking at the plain black and white
circular clock on the wall above the table, then out the window opposite,
above the sink where just hours before he was enjoying his first cup of
coffee. His eyes found mine again, burning dark, "Doesn't have to be a
one-day thing, Dave."

My shocked eyes gave way to bright and happy. `So, what's on the agenda for
the rest of the day?"

"The guys are treating me today ." He grinned. His three friends were
childhood friends who had done everything together.

"Well, they're buying lunch, snacks and later, dinner." He got up, placing
his heavy, muscular arm around my smaller shoulders, steering me
upstairs. "They'll be here in half an hour, let's get dressed."

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and his three buds came in, Qox, Rox
and Tox. I never understood the nicknames, they gave Dad `Sox'. The four of
them were large, muscular men, big boxy outdoorsmen who worked hard at
their respective jobs. We piled in Qox's Suburban, me sitting between Dad
and Rox, Rox owned a road grading business and helped out Dad's
construction business when a lot needed leveling. Mostly he contracted with
the State Department of Transportation rebuilding roads. The guys teased
each other good naturedly and we pulled up to the Baseball Stadium over in
the next city.

Inwardly, I groaned, I hated baseball. It was a slow game, mostly guys in
baggy uniforms standing around for twenty minutes until they switched
places with the other team, also in baggy uniforms, who would stand around
for twenty minutes. I really didn't get the idea. We piled out of the SUV,
carrying nothing, Dad's private suite would have everything, plus we zoomed
by security in a side door where VIPs entered. Dad and the guys glad handed
the security guards, one large black man followed Dad who he fist
bumped. Qox and he knew each other, raised chins and continued to the
Suite.

Inside the suite was a table at one side filled with a buffet of shrimp,
sausage, small corn cobs, various vegetables, dips, chips and so on. We
were half-hour early, so the men munched on food, I wasn't hungry, so I
just admired the good looking hunky men and guards. Fellow VIP Suite mates
came and went, a few minor politicians glad handed everyone, capped teeth
gleaming. Finally someone started singing the Anthem, we stood together at
the chairs, hands over hearts and waited.

After the introduction, song and speeches, we sat down and I groused to
Dad.

"Baseball?" His eyes flashed dark, lust filled the air around him, he put
his hand on my shoulder.

"I never said you had to watch." He guided me down to my knees, hitting the
plush, padded carpet, between his legs. His other hand popped his dockers
open, his large cock flinging against my face.

Qox, seated next to him, said `GOODDAM!"

"There are Nine innings, we each get two blowjobs each, he gets his fill of
cock and cum, everyone's happy." The guys were smiling, Dad's hands were
gripping both sides of my head, I opened my mouth and throat, giving Dad
the slowest blowjob. I think he enjoyed it because his moans were soft and
needy, his hands. Even though he fucked me about ten times--in bed, in
every position and in the shower, he fed me his thick, sweet/salty man cum
just as the inning ended. He caressed my cheek, I leaned back while he
tucked his cock back in his dockers, rose and stood behind Qox.

"You want a turn?" He whispered in his friend's ear."

"Fuck YES! The bitch hasn't touched me in months and i'm ready to blow!"

"No, I blow." I announced, scooted over so I was in front of him, he fast
unbuttoned his dark blue twill pants, a sizeable tube wrapped around his
thigh. His large dark hands reached inside and a twelve inch thick black
cock slapped against my face. Dad was at the buffet, filling a plate.The
guard was in his booth at the back, monitoring the foot traffic outside the
Suite, communicating with stadium security.

I relaxed my body, so my throat would stay open and my face smoothly slid
down his meat. His cock looked a bit threatening. It was long, slightly
thicker than Dad's with raised veins running down the top and sides. He
patted my head but didn't force me down. I relaxed, breathed deep and
placed my mouth around the thick head. It hit the back of my throat and I
swallowed like I was drinking. I could feel his cock ridge at the back of
my throat, so I pushed it down, so it wouldn't hit the hanging thing at the
back of my throat.

He was half-hard already, gasping manly mewls and soft grunts filled the
air around me. He was half way down my throat now, the veins rubbing
against my esophagus until my nose hit his soft, wiry, untrimmed bush. His
legs stretched out alongside me, his thighs squeezed the sides of my
head. His cock was getting thicker and longer. Suddenly he sat at the edge
of his chair so he could get a better angle down my throat.

The men continued fun banter with each other, Qox laughing at something Rox
said, Dad slapped Qox on the shoulder. Qox was using my head as his
personal fleshlight. By now his cock was straight shot down my throat, it
thickened, if possible, he shoved down one last time, his body rigid and
thick, salty cum started shooting into my stomach. He pushed my head back
until the thick cockhead was in my mouth and jacked off for another ten
minutes. His balls emptied the past few month's frustration into my
mouth. I almost couldn't swallow it all!

He sat back, picking his cock out of my mouth. "GOODDAMN BOY!" Dad laughed,
"Not bad, eh Qox?"  Qox pushed me sideways and Rox leaned over, his hands
under my armpits, gently dragged me in front of his wide man spread. There
was a large lump in his tan construction work pants. He caressed my face
with one hand and with the other, my head.

"That's a good boy." His deep, gentle voice wound around my head, like a
soft summer breeze. "You want to help ole Rox out?" He gave a soft chuckle,
his thick muscular thighs were popping and stretching. I looked up at his
athletic face, his grin more pronounced and his biceps-bigger than my
head-were flexing as he unbuttoned his work pants, his thick, chunky boots
on the soft carpet.

He popped the fly, the chunky copper zipper went down with a `zip'
sound. He was commando! A seven inch, thick cock with trimmed pubes greeted
me, weeping at the tip, Rox was still smiling. I went down on his
thickness, his hands never leaving my head. The game was well into the
third inning, Rox was smiling, joking and thoroughly enjoying the
blowjob. His hands never left my head, his cock just hitting the back of my
throat. He was relaxed, laughing and gasping. Finally his muscular body
went rigid, his hands smoothing over my head and his laughing voice was
quiet.

"OH FUCK!" he was able to mumble. Qox and Tox slapped his back with one arm
while their other arm rubbed circles on my back and head.

Tox pulled me over in front of him, he was an anesthesiologist at the local
hospital, thus his nickname. He held me against his pullover, letting me
catch my breath, after giving three long, hard blowjobs in a row. He was
good at bringing me down from the cock and cum high I was on. Some air
freshener blew with the air conditioning, removing the sex smell. I looked
up at his hard face, he had to have a neutral expression on his job that
was both intimidating and gentle. He gave me a wink, put one hand under my
chin to look up at him.

"Ready, boy?" I nodded, he unbukled his belt, his grey cotton twill pants
separated when the smooth nylon zipper was down. He pushed silk boxers down
under his balls and pulled his long, narrow cock out from the side of his
thigh. I could hear the announcement for the fourth inning as his length
slid down my throat. I could breathe in his masculine scent in his inch
long black pubes. With his cock down my throat, I could still breathe,
where Qox's cock I had to breathe on the updraw.

Tox leaned back in the chair, his legs still at 90 degree angles, his hands
never stopped rubbing circles around my back and head. I could feel his
voice vibrating in his thighs and hands. Once in awhile he would give a
large belly laugh, leaning forward. When he did, his hands cradled my head
so I wouldn't be hurt. He stiffened a few times during the inning when he
was getting close. After the fourth time, his hands did gently grip my
head, his cock stiff as a stake, shot his cum down my throat, giving me my
fourth meal of the day.

"Oh, you are good!" He winked at me again, holding me tight against his
torso.

Dad picked me up, grinned at the guys and led me to the security booth.

"Hey, Lathe," Dad greeted the guard, after knocking on the door.

"Hey bud," Lathe shot out a paw to Dad's large hand, "What's up?"

"Thought you could use a little relaxation," Dad pushed me forward, his
calloused hand in between my shoulder blades.

A grin broke his face in two, Lathe's hand enveloped my whole shoulder and
neck.

"Oh yah?" One eyebrow arched upwards to his shiny bald head.

"Yup, enjoy yourself, You have him the entire 5th inning." Lathe brought me
inside his booth, a small room, really, about 10 x 10, with a few monitors
on the wall, several keyboards and very large captain's chair in the middle
of the carpeted room.

"You ready boy?" He gave me a soft grin, snapping open his black security
guard's pants. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into with this
giant. His hands brokered no argument when he guided me to my knees as he
sat regally in the chair.

I could only gasp myself! His cock was made up of the four guy's
cocks. Lathe's cock was easily 12 or 13 inches long, with angry veins
popped up all over, thick and heavy, one hand was heavy on the back of my
head, I looked up and he wasn't even looking at me. He was taking for
granted I was going to deepthroat this monster. And he was correct.

"Just relax boy, take deep breaths and go down when you're ready." His
authoritative voice urged me no, no rushing.

I took a deep breath, put my mouth over his shiny apple head, relaxed my
throat and began swallowing. Even though his cock was a combination of
Dad's and Qox's, really, I had trouble at first, he didn't even acknowledge
my trouble, his hand never leaving the back of my head. After a few
minutes, I continued down the black rod until my nose scrapped the stubble.

"Now, just stay there for awhile, boy." When he knew I couldn't breathe, he
let me up off his cock long enough so I could breathe, then he pushed me
back all the way down. I knew better than to try and raise before he was
ready to let me go. We did this for about ten minutes, his cock getting
thicker and harder, he was going to blow soon.

"Oh, you're a good boy, nice and slow is how I like my blowjobs. Good boy,
good boy." That became his mantra until his thighs held my head in place
and he blew about a half a cup of cum straight down my throat.

Lathe had me lick his cock clean, tuck it back inside his work pants, then
walked me back out to Dad. I repeated the four blowjobs for the men.

I was beginning to like baseball.