Life with Daddy Bear Part 13 A Very Special Thanksgiving By Always Horny
This story is about a relationship between consenting adults. The terms "Daddy" and "Son" are meant as indicators of dominant and submissive roles, much like "Bear" and "Cub" would be. The characters are not related.
Thanksgiving Day arrived and Daddy and I were driving to my folks house in his SUV; the good car. He was very pleased when I told him that I had come out to my parents and that they had invited us to Thanksgiving Dinner.
We had woken early and had a light breakfast. Daddy headed for the gym (He said that he was 55 and any slacking off and his muscles would liquefy into fat) - I opted to go for a run. The gym was daddy's alone time, I went to Andre's gym as well but a different one. His new one designed for normal sized people. Andre was getting heat from the public about his highly exclusive membership practices, so he opened up an open-membership "cardio-fit" style gym with tons of beginner friendly equipment, spin classes, yoga; all that kind of stuff. He had it branded as "Andre's" and had a business partner. His partner was the technical owner/manager Andre was a silent partner.
He turned his original weight lifter/power lifter gym into a closed private club that had a fixed number of membership spots; someone had to die or quit in order for membership spot to open up. Andre was a shrewd businessman and had a top notch lawyer and attorney (both gay). It was legally tight as a drum. I was only allowed in sparingly as Andre's personal training client, but took the hassle of that off his back by opting for his new gym. He was worried that the other members would want to bring their fuck boys too and it would morph from a gym to a bath house. As a special thank you I had a free lifetime membership, and I made sure to be very polite and follow all the gym rules as a thank you.
You may think that working out on Thanksgiving Day is trying too hard, but there was a reason that Daddy was so huge and strong. He really worked at it.
At noon we got dressed for dinner. Mom and Dad were early eaters and dinner was set for 1:00 pm. Daddy was wearing a white open collar shirt, khakis and a sweater vest. I had on jeans and a sweater. I had roasted the carrots that we were bringing that morning. Daddy also brought two bottles of wine and a bouquet of flowers for my mom.
When we got there, I introduced him to my parents, "Mom, Dad, this is Glen".
My father held out his hand to shake "Hi Glen, I'm Roger, this is my wife Sue. Pleased to meet you, welcome".
Glen shook mom's hand as well and stooped making himself a bit smaller. He had a big man's gentleness that was completely endearing. I had warned mom and dad that he was huge and also that he was older than me, and they hid their visual shock pretty well.
I let out a silent sigh of relief, one hurdle over. We all went into the kitchen and gathered around the center island to eat the pre-meal food; shrimp cocktail, crackers and cheese, raisin nut bread, etc. We made small talk and dad asked Glen about his job a bit. My sister Sharon arrived a little after us and kissed both Glen and I on the cheek. She was the person in every family that kissed everybody! It was a small group, seven people in all. We did the usual overeating at dinner. After dinner Glen tried to help mom clean up, but she shooed him away to the living room to watch the Thanksgiving football game with dad.
After a respectable time we made a polite exit.
Back in the car I smiled and said, "Thanks so much for coming to dinner and meeting my parents, Glen".
"Of course, Drew! I loved meeting them."
Once we were driving, I took his hand and kissed it. We had been very conservative at my folk's house, showing no PDA. We had decided to ease my family into the idea of a gay son before we were physically gay in front of them, so to speak.
I said, "What do you want to do now".
Daddy was quiet for a while, then he said, "Let's get married". "Will you marry me Drew?"
I was stunned and overjoyed at the same time. I immediately said "Yes!" "Pull over!"
After Daddy pulled into a convenience store parking lot, I unbuckled the seatbelt, lept over the parking brake handle and kissed him hard. We sat there kissing for a while.
"I love you Gen."
"I love you too Drew, so much, so much!"
I was crying tears of joy as I kissed him.
After a long while I said "let's go home".
We both were smiling so much on the way home, giddy with happiness. When we got home I took daddy's hand and led him to our bedroom. We laid softly on the bed and made out for a while. I undressed him and he undressed me, our bodies warm, close. I softly stroked his hard cock and he stroked mine. Daddy ran his other hand over my smooth ass.
After a long time of sweet foreplay, Daddy bent down and started to suck my cock. He took his time and expertly brought me to an exquisite orgasm. He had swallowed my cum, and when he kissed me I could still taste it. I smiled and went down on his cock just as he had mine. When it was over we just laid in each other's arms looking at one another.
Later that night we went over to Andre's house. He always had an all-day ultra-casual buffet dinner on Thanksgiving. We showed up later, during the cocktail hour part. We stormed in loudly, smiling and laughing. Andre said, "What are you two fools grinning so much for?"
Daddy blurted, "We're getting married!"
Andre let out a big "Yay! Congratulations". Andre had a case of champagne on ice in a big brass tub. He grabbed a bottle and deftly opened it, while someone else fetches champagne flutes for everyone. When the champagne was poured for all the guests, there were guys from the gym there, some other men and women that I didn't know.
Andre raised his glass and toasted us. After that Glen and I deflected talk away from us and redirected the conversation toward the other guests. We stayed until pretty late.
When we got in the car I said, "I know it's too late to go now, but tomorrow morning let's go to the cabin and stay for the weekend!"
"Ok Son, that sounds like a great idea!"
We went home and went right to bed. I fell asleep almost instantly. The next morning we woke to a flurry of activity, eating quickly, then grabbing the stuff we would need: The big crock pot, a large beef pot roast, veggies, bread, milk, juice and other stuff. We loaded it all into a giant cooler and hit the road. We had spare clothes, sheets, and blankets at the cabin in a metal cabinet that daddy had mouse-proofed with wads of steel wool in the little spaces around the door.
We got two large coffees on the road and drove four hours north straight to the cabin, stopping only once for a pee break. We lugged the massive cooler and other stuff inside and Daddy fired up the wood stove. Our cabin was in upstate New York, so the temperature was a bit brisk in late November.
The wood stove heated up the small cabin in no time. It was small and rustic basically one room with a small added bathroom that Daddy had added as a bump out. Because of our closeness to the lake, it could only have a small septic tank and leach field, and the tank had to be above ground because of the water table. A septic company had to bring in several yards of topsoil to create a man- made hill to cover the tank.
Since I had moved in with Daddy, we came up here often, about once a month, so we had decided to make the cabin more livable. Besides the small bathroom, we added a new roof and some insulation, making it a year-round dwelling. It had already had well water and electricity, but we had all that tested and inspected also, switching the old fuse box for circuit breakers. We didn't pretty it up in any other way; it was still an old cabin, rustic, with an outhouse outside that we still used except in the dead of winter.
We got the pot roast started in the crock pot then sat outside by the fire pit drinking beers, relaxing. I was feeling horny, but resisted my urge to jump on Daddy. I was often the sexual initiator; I was quite the little power bottom by now. Daddy loved that. He told me often that he loved me and that his cock had never before been so well taken care of. I kept him well sucked and fucked. In return he made my ass real happy with his big cock.
Sometimes it was fun to let Daddy make the first move and he did now. Because it was a beautiful clear day we decided to sit outside and have some beers. Two beers in he announced, "I gotta piss something fierce" then he stood right next to me and took a long piss off the porch. This was almost perfectly cool because we had no direct neighbors anywhere nearby and our cabin was shielded on three sides by tall pine trees. We had total privacy behind our cabin. The only direct view of our cabin was from across the lake. Of course if a boat went by Daddy was right there with his cock out!
Daddy stood right out front on the edge of the porch semi-hard from the cold and blatant exhibitionism, steam rising off his piss stream. The scene had a powerful effect on me. I unconsciously licked my lips.
"Son, you let me know if you see a boat coming and I'll scoot around back, OK". We weren't assholes; we didn't want some old timer to come by in a boat with grandkids in it or something and see something they shouldn't. Daddy finished up and I said, "C'mon inside Daddy, I need some of that cock in my mouth right away".
We retreated back into the warm cabin and quickly stripped down. Daddy sat on the couch. I got him a fresh beer and I knelt on a pillow between his legs and slowly started nursing on his fat head. I was in no rush, I wanted him to relax and really enjoy my mouth on his cock. I loved sucking his cock. I heard him moan and felt him sink into the couch a bit more. I was very attuned at reading his arousal and knowing just what would most relax and pleasure him. I took sucking his cock very seriously.
After a long, languid session of cock worship, Daddy said softly, "I love you Son, and I love what you're doing to my cock, but I think it's a bit too one-sided for our engagement day. Get on your tummy on the bed".
I did as he told me to and soon felt his rough beard on my cheeks. He parted my ass and gave me a really sensual rim job. His rim jobs always sent me into orbit. I had a very, very, sensitive boy hole and a rim job would always make me beg. I did so now!
"Oh Daddy!" "I need you to fuck me!" "Please fuck me".
He laughed, and said, "Of course Son!" "That's why I rimmed your sweet little hole, to make it nice and soft and welcoming for my cock!" "Hold on son" I felt him squirt a big spurt of lube onto my pink hole.
He flipped me over, stood up and grabbed me under the arms and hoisted me up to him. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist. I aligned my asshole as he lowered it onto his cock. I had ridden daddy's cock in all sorts of positions and ways, but that slow sinking down onto his big cock was my personal favorite. He knew that and was making it extra special for me.
I moaned, and kissed him. I did a slow grinding humping of him while we continued to kiss. He had his hands on both of my ass cheeks, lifting me slowly up and down on his cock. I was a respectable 170 pounds by then, but Daddy had strength and stamina for days. In no time at all I was panting and moaning like mad. I could cum anytime with a few strokes of my cock, but I knew to wait for Daddy. To spur him on, I squeezed down on his cock on the up stroke and widening my ass on the down stroke.
"Are you pussy fucking me son?" he said smiling as he kissed me.
"Yes, Daddy" I said submissively.
"It feels wonderful, keep doing it".
"Yes Daddy!" "Ohhhh, yes Daddy!" "Fuck me Daddy!"
My chatty, verbal, sluttiness was always a nice counterpoint to his more reserved "Shut up and fuck style". I knew he loved that I was such an unabashed slut for him. He was my big sexy daddy, I was his cute son with the sexy ass. It came naturally to us.
We were both soon drenched in sweat, and it was Daddy who signaled his urgency first this time,
"Oh God, Son your ass is so warm and tight!"
He grabbed more lube for my cock so he could stroke me off. He wrapped his big paw around my cock and pumped quickly.
"Come on son, cum with me".
After a dozen or so pumps I came hard with a loud involuntary moan/squeal.
Right after that, Daddy thrust all the way in me and came hard as well. We had a mutual shudder and then I went limp.
Daddy carried me, still on his cock, to the bed and laid me down gently, then eased his cock out of me. He laid next to me, snuggling me.
"I love you Daddy."
"I love you too Son" "When is that roast going to be done?" "I'm starved".
To be continued.....
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