Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 39

Another big gay warning upcoming.  Symbiotic, you probably won't like what is around the bend.  Ted's going to be pushing new boundaries.

Also, due to my limitations here and considering what is about to start happening on the futon, I am going to have to finish this story over on Chyoa.

On with the story:

“Er...it's not bedtime yet.”  You answer evasively.  “Come on, sit down.  Make yourselves comfortable.  I'll get the fire going.”

There are some good-natured chuckles and ribbing as you so bluntly and transparently side step the question.

You turn and busy yourself giving the fireplace and flue a quick once over.  You kept the place in good condition though so there wasn't anything to worry about.  The family settles into place behind you.  Poppy had given Claire a glass of wine filled to the very top.  Claire had to drink it down a bit just so as not to risk spilling it anywhere.

“Geez Poppy, not so full next time.”  She gripes even as she eagerly drinks it down.

As you go through the process of bringing the flames to life the group of you chat.  Mostly the others comment on the cabin, slowly warming up to the rustic little place.  Jeremy goes to rummage around the bags for a short time but is soon back.  Before long you have a nice crackling fire going.  You add a few good sized logs onto it to ensure it would stay burning for a while.  Someone shuts off the harsh kitchen light leaving only the gentle yellow illumination from the fire in the cozy cabin.  

As you turn around you see that Jeremy had moved the coffee table away.  He knelt on the floor in the middle of the large Southwest style rug that covered the area between the futon and the chairs.  To his left side was an array of bonds and toys that he had brought with him, all laid out in a line.  You had seen most of these before, his favorite mask was there of course, but the one new thing that draws your eye was a strap-on dildo.  A veiny clear jelly phallus attached to the front.  You wonder what that was for while you also note that it was of a completely different style to the rest.  Most of Jeremy's toys were black, latex and leather mostly, the dildo and harness for the strap-on was a bright neon pink with faux fur along the straps at the sides.  You had the distinct impression that might be Poppy's toy.

Jeremy takes a deep nervous breath as he sits there at your feet.  His pale delicate hands rest on his knees, his dress splayed out around him in a circle.  His big blue eyes looking up at you with naked lust, brought out even more by the matching azure scarf even in this dim light.  The way he knelt before you, offering himself to you, it reminded you so much of that first experience with him in the kitchen.  That way he had of submitting to you...oh Jesus he looked so fucking good right now!

Your eyes widen, this was moving way faster than you were expecting.  That said, there had been a sexual charge between you all for the last portion of the trip.  All of you were excited to get this going.

You notice Claire as she sees you look him over take a long pull from her glass of wine, emptying it, as her eyes now darted between you and her son.  The moment she lowers the glass Poppy helpfully fills it again as she had the bottle resting down by her feet.  It was obvious Poppy was trying to get her mother drunk.  You weren't sure if Claire didn't realize that or just didn't care.  Right now she wasn't even noticing, her complete and rapt attention were on the two men in her life.  She takes another drink then gives you a nod.  “Go ahead Ted.”  She whispers, her words soaked in anticipatory desire.  “Go to him.  Go to him Ted.”

You glance toward Poppy.  The girl had a funny expression.  There was a gentleness to her features you hadn't seen often before.  She seemed to have come to understand what you and her brother now meant to each other and she was simply appreciating what Jeremy was doing for you.  She says with a pretty smile.  “What happens out here stays out here.  I won't say a word.  I swear.”  She had obviously figured out that you had heard her talking to her friend about you.

You lick your lips and swallow.  God you wanted him bad...but with an audience?  The boy's family no less.  This was so weird.  So very weird.  You knew this moment was coming, but now that it was here...ohhh boy.  Your old traditional attitudes were kicking in.  Could you do this?  You think back to that first night with Claire.  How, after the initial shock of it, knowing you had an audience had actually been quite arousing.

You finally nod.  “Okay.  Just...be quiet okay?  And no teasing your brother.”  You point at her in sternly.  You felt so paternal.

She nods as she swears earnestly.  “I'll be good.  I won't tease him.”

Claire pipes up with a hushed over eager voice.  “Kiss him Ted.  Oh my god, look at him.  Look at him...ohhhh god.  Kiss him...”  You'd never seen her so worked up.  Her thighs press hard together and you see as her jaw clenches as she waits impatiently. 

Poppy giggles softly and applies just a touch of upward pressure on the bottom of Claire's glass with the tips of her fingers.  Claire, so consumed by what was about to happen, just mindlessly takes another drink of the red wine.  Poppy whispers.  “Shhhh, have a drink.  Let them do their thing.  And we'll do our thing...Mommy.”  The amount of naughtiness in that word 'Mommy' was off the charts.  Claire seemed oblivious such was her focus on you and Jeremy.

You just smile and shake your head.  You look at Poppy and wink.  “You are so bad.”

“Shh!”  She giggles as she chastises you, not wanting you to give up her game.  “Pretend we're not here.”  She waves you to look away from them.

Your eyes stray back to your kneeling boy.  He continues to look up at you with those sky blue eyes.  He begs in breathy voice.  “Please Daddy...I can't wait much longer.  I need you.  Please...please use me Daddy.  Please.”

You stare at him...lost in his beauty.  His slender perfect feminine body, his lithe white arms, his soft blonde hair with those ribbons of bangs framing his stunningly gorgeous face.  He nibbles the side of his pink glossy bottom lip in that suggestive way of his.  More than anything though...that look...that adoring loving submissive look.  When he said to use him, he meant it!  The heat of the fire warms your backside, the smoldering face in front of you engorges your front end.  The giggles and movement from the couch stops as the girls go dead quiet.  They were as enraptured as you were by this fireside scene.

Reaching down you offer him your hand.  He daintily puts his hand in yours.  His fingers as delicate looking as spun glass, his palm tender and supple.  You lift gently and he rises to his feet, his eyes never wavering from yours.  You oh so naturally slide your arms around his thin waist and pull him tight into you.  He lets out light girlish gasp of passion.  You feel as his rock hard excitement presses into your growing manhood through your clothes.  His fingers run up your arms and shoulders then up through your short hair.

And there you stand, staring deeply into each other.  It was different this time.  All the lust from the other occasions was there, but this time there was so much more.  He was your boy.  You were his man.  He was your son.  You were his dad.  He was your lover, and you his.  You loved Jeremy in way that was as confusing as it was powerful.

Leaning down you kiss your Jeremy tenderly on the lips then pull back to look at him once more.  His eyes begged you on.  You then pull him into you for a power, deep, passionate kiss.  The sort of kiss you had reserved for a very few in your life.  His usual passivity wasn't there this time.  He pressed into you as hard you you into him.  Your lips locked together your tongues dance in each other's mouths.  He tasted so good, he smelt so good, he felt...so...damn...good.

A sudden lustful sigh from the couch takes you out of the moment just for a second.  You hear the clink of glass on glass as Poppy refills her mother's drink.  You block it out and continue to kiss your young man with all you had.  You could feel the smooth silk scarf he wore against the bottom of your neck.  You feel his hands begin to paw at you, to claw lightly at your clothing.  You feel him press his groin hard against you, your two swords now equally stiff as they mashed together.  Your hands begin to move up and down his back.  Pulling at his dress, groping him, feel his firm young flesh through the thin cloth.

As you push and pull and press into each other you start to establish your authority.  Using just a bit more strength than he had to offer.  Letting him know with utter certainty you were the stronger, the bigger, and the more dominant.  He fights you for a time, momentarily using all his strength to push against you, really wanting to feel you overpower him.  You do so with ease.  You embrace him powerfully, push his arms down to his sides, continue kissing and necking him.  This sends him to a new level.  He begins moaning into you.  Submissive inviting whimpers and hums as you kiss and make out.  You give him wet kisses across his soft neck, then rub your beard across it.  “Ohhhhhh!”  He moans.  “Yes Daddy, yes!”  His resistance melts completely as he wholly gives his body to you.

A mirrored echo of his moan emanates from the futon.  It was Claire.  “Ohhhhh my god!”  She gasps.  “Ohhhhh...”  She just couldn't contain herself, the wine surely eroding her inhibitions at this point.  

You hear Poppy's soft impish sing song voice.  “Ohh Mommy!  Look at them, are you wet Mommy?”  

Fuckin hell, this was nuts!  You'd never been so hard and horny in your life!  Difficult as it was you try to tune the girls out...looking at your sexy boy, maybe it wasn't so hard to tune out after all.  The pair of you start making out anew.  You begin to pull down the zipper at the back of his dress as you feel him pull at your belt buckle.