
Another year has passed. Noah’s birthday is here, and I wanted to surprise him with a birthday cake, so I lit the two candles and sang Happy Birthday to him as I brought the cake in. Now, I know that I am not a singer and as usual he did not want me to finish the song as he smiled, trying not to laugh. I asked him whether he wanted some cake, and he said he wasn’t hungry. I stuck my finger in the icing, tasting it, telling him it tasted good, then I got another finger of icing and held my finger to his mouth to taste it. That stinker rolled his eyes like he used to through his awkward adolescence. I remembered telling him in those years, if you keep frowning and rolling your eyes like that, they may stay that way. Of course, he never believed me. Then I reminisced about Noah growing up from a little boy, Time goes by so fast. I have to take every moment as a gift. Noah's getting older every day, becoming more and more of a man. But he will always be my boy. When I held my finger up to his mouth, he opened it with a sarcastic smirk. I stuck my finger in his mouth, rolling it around, going from one side to the other, until he was sucking my finger. I asked him, “What do you want to do now, birthday boy”? I got my answer, he pulled me into a kiss. I backed up, sitting down in the chair as we continued to kiss. Noah’s hand moved down to my bulge and began rubbing. My cock reacted immediately, getting turgid. I unzipped my pants, pulled them down and Noah grabbed it and waved my dick around and said, “This is what I wanted.” He started sucking me and I thought how much he has improved his sucking skills, especially after I worked with him, teaching him how to deep throat big dicks, pleasuring a man properly. He also demonstrated his newest talent, to get low between a man’s legs, getting both balls in his mouth, tugging downward with his teeth and lips, which drives me and most men crazy with lust. Those talents and his ability to handle large cocks up his hole with ease will give him ‘Street Cred’ his college friends don’t have. Well…there is the issue that Noah can wake the dead when he is getting fucked with big tools. Noah’s moans are always a mix of a gasp and a groan. Yes, they are music to the top’s ears, turning up their arousal as they pound him, but the neighbors, even the hearing impaired, will hear him and wonder if someone is in agony. Switching places, Noah gets on the chair, leans forward, and I undo his pants, pulling them down to give him a rimming. I got right in his crack, licking and tonguing his sweet hole, then moved down to lick from his cock up to his hole. I continued the process until I was ready to fuck. I slowly entered, pushing, inch by inch, until I was hitting a dead end, his second hole, nudging it. He knew what was coming, but resisting, he knows every time we fuck, I will win this battle. Then he let go, and I pushed through, telling him “there you go”. We kept going until I wanted him to ride me and I sat down in the chair again. Noah backed up to me, spread his legs outside mine, sinking down on my cock, resuming our fuck until he decided to put a foot on each thigh as we resumed. But I wanted this time to be special, wanting to kiss him, getting Noah to turn around facing me. We kissed, continuing our lovemaking. As the intensity grew, I had to slow him down to not cum too quickly. But that didn't last as we both got into our rise in man-on-man sexual tension until my cock swelled even larger, Noah moaned even louder when it expanded knowing the natural signal of a male going into a rut, and then I shot a nice load of warm creamy cum inside his ass. Oh, how sweet it is! I love my son and hopefully this will be a birthday to remember, but until the next one, we will find plenty of reasons to celebrate, such as Ground Hog Day, Arbor Day, National Doughnut Day.