Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 15:09:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 6 of "Daniel and Dad, A Romance"

Daniel and Dad, A Romance, Part Six

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mikedave01@yahoo.com And sorry for how long it's taken me with this series.
You might want to start with/reread Daniel one, written just after
Christmas for the real Daniel who is very hot and just a bit younger than
this Daniel.

From Daniel and Dad 5:

"'Our engagement and our future life together', he repeated.  He gave me
another beautiful smile and started to appraise my still naked body.  By
now I could read his mind.  `Brunch' I said, very firmly. He laughed and
said, `Aw', but reached for new clothes.  I did the same but smiled to
myself since I already knew the `agenda' for the afternoon. LOL!"

Time started to flow quickly as the wedding planner Dad had hired and I
worked out the details for our June wedding.  We decided to get married in
New York, but upstate, on a beautiful farm and mansion overlooking the
Hudson River, not far from Hyde Park, Franklin Roosevelt's (FDR's) house.
When I raised my eyebrows at Dad about this, he just grinned, a bit
sheepishly.  He also arranged for us to be helicoptered up and back from a
rooftop in Midtown Manhattan.  The wedding planner, who thankfully was both
gay and quite masculine, asked me enough questions to figure out exactly
what I wanted on my wedding day.  I'm not usually a romantic, unlike Dad,
who sends me poetry, some of which he composed himself.  But my wedding day
was going to be a very special day.  Some of Dad's romance must have rubbed
off, or maybe it was just that fact that I loved him so very deeply that I
started to really enjoy planning the day and anticipating the surprises I
was going to give Dad.

However, life was not all fun and games.  I had to finish out my second
semester in the English Ph.D. program at Columbia.  That helped make the
time pass, as I started to realize I wanted to work on absurdist theater,
probably Harold Pinter.  I smiled to myself as I realized I'd probably have
to spend some time in London, doing research on him.  Dad would have to
come visit me and London with Dad sounded amazing, I had to admit.  I
wondered if he had any connections in Britain as well as in the U.S.  I
smiled to myself as I realized that it was very likely that he did.  Well,
he could surprise me then.  But my turn first!

Dad and some of his guys moved me from the dorm into the apartment on
Riverside Drive in mid May.  However, it wasn't until I started walking
toward the dorm after class and the not the apartment, by reflex, that it
finally hit me that I really had a new home and that it was soon going to
be the home of the best man in the world as well as my home very soon!

Uncle Greg did come into the City one weekend when Dad could not come down.
On purpose, I guess.  I was glad he had warned me he was coming.  Although
I wasn't prepared, at least I was warned.  When he entered the apartment we
just looked at each other at first.  Both of us were wordless.  Then he
smiled his big shit-eating grin I knew so well.  I guess I did the same
thing.  Suddenly we flung ourselves at each other and crushed each other in
a huge bear hug!

"Daniel" he said over and over.  "Uncle Greg" I responded over and over.

When the first burst of emotion was finally past, he held me out from him
and looked me over, up and down.  He finally said, "Daniel, I've always
been proud of you and loved you as if you were my son."

I smiled and responded, "Well, I guess, in some ways at least, I am!"  I
smiled even more broadly and said, "And nowadays, having two Dads isn't
that uncommon."

He laughed out loud and we started chatting more easily.

It was still a strange thought that Uncle Greg was my biological Dad since
my Dad was infertile and Uncle Greg had acted as sperm donor.  But despite
that fact, Dad was still my real Dad to me, even if I now called him John
more often than Dad.  It was also a strange thought that Dad and Uncle Greg
had been childhood lovers.  However, Dad and now Uncle Greg both assured me
that that had ended long ago and that my Mom and Aunt Grace had replaced
that relationship and that both had been faithful to their wivesÑat
least until I came along for Dad!

I still shook my head at how Dad and I had come together, fallen in love,
and were now planning on getting married.  Truly truth is stranger than
fiction!

The semester finally ended and I took my exams and turned my projects in.
I did well on all and was making quick progress on my degree.  I smiled as
I realized that I was going to want to accelerate my progress and finish my
degree early so that I would have more time to give to my lover and we
could go on to the next stage of our lives together.

Finally the fateful day approached.  I was the lone passenger in the
helicopter as we soared over the Manhattan skyline and then headed for the
bucolic region north of the City.  We followed the course of the mighty
Hudson River northward as the urban stretch of New York City diminished and
finally faded, to be replaced by emerald green fields, framing the deep
blue of the river.  In a shorter time than I had thought possible we were
preparing to land in a field on a cliff top tableland near a beautiful
white mansion that overlooked the river, far below.

As the blades started to wind down, I exited the helicopter, carefully,
looking around until I finally saw him.  He and I hurriedly came up to each
other and gave each other a huge hug and deep kisses.  I was finally with
the man I loved, who was going to marry me tomorrow!

Talking, while still holding each other, we entered the house through big
French doors and walked down the large hallway, full of paintings of the
region.  Dad told me that the others in the wedding party would meet us at
the rehearsal later, and that we'd all have dinner in the ballroom
afterwards.  He led me up to our room (no false modesty about not sleeping
together before the wedding for us!).  No sooner had we closed the door to
the huge bedroom, complete with canopied bed, when Dad was tugging at my
belt!  I had to laugh out loud and say, "You certainly are forward, John!"
"You bet, Daniel" he exclaimed!  "I haven't had you naked in nearly two
weeks.  That's torturous!"  "Well, let me end your torture", I said as
sexily as I could, "But I'm going to do it my way".

I pushed him down on the bed, not letting him up as I started to do a strip
tease for him.  I took my time, unbuttoning my shirt first, finally letting
him see the middle of my hairy chest as I let my opened shirt flap against
my naked torso beneath.  I allowed his big hands to roam my naked flesh and
couldn't help a quick gasp as he pinched my very sensitive nipples.  He
gave out a wicked chuckle at my reaction.

I immediately drew back out of reach and slowly continued my sensuous strip
show for him.  I shrugged off my shirt, quite casually, showing off my
broad shoulders and hard nipples.  I flexed my biceps for him just as
casually and grinned at his moan of desire for me.  I rubbed my hairy chest
and tweaked my nipples, pushing out my chest for him.  Finally, I undid my
belt and tossed it aside.  I slowly, oh so slowly, unzipped my dress pants.
I slowly slid them down revealing my very tiny royal blue briefs.  One of
the things I've taken advantage of from having money finally is my
wardrobe.  These were custom designed for me to show off my "assets".
Grin.  I slowly shook my booty, showing off my big, muscular, ass.  My
semi-hard cock also tented the brief briefs obscenely and elicited another
moan.  After gyrating for just long enough I came over to Dad who tried to
grab me.  I moved back out of reach.  "Oh no, tiger", I said.  "You have to
take these off with your teeth."

He glared at me but realized I was serious.  He nodded ok and I got back
into reach of his very sensuous mouth.  Slowly and carefully he tugged down
one side of my blue briefs and then the other.  His hot breath on my now
naked body and the feel of his mouth on me did the trick.  I went totally
hard as he pulled down the briefs to expose all of me.  Once the briefs
were down, I kicked them to the side of the room and was agreeably
surprised to feel Dad's hot mouth on my exposed asshole.  It was my turn to
moan.  Damn, I love being rimmed and nobody does it like him with his big
and long tongue.  I was so turned on and he was so good I was in danger of
cumming.  He suddenly realized the effect he was having on me and said, "Oh
no, you don't.  Not yet."  He then pushed me down on the bed on my back and
said, "Two can play at this game."  It was his turn to strip for me.

He mirrored what I had done.  It was my turn to admire his taller and
slimmer torso with strong but not as broad shoulders.  His hairy chest and
hard nipples also turned me on.  He also did bicep poses and made me moan.
Eventually he stripped down to briefs that were even briefer than mine and
in the same color as mine.  How the fuck had he known to wear that color?

He grinned at my consternation.  But then he said in a very serious voice,
"Daniel, I'm sorry but if the people I'm working against find out about you
and me, that won't be good.  I'm already working to make sure they don't
and am using my people to watch over you."  Well, that statement was almost
a cock deflater.  But then I realized how important the work my Dad was
doing against organized crime and I stayed hard through pride of my Dad.

He grinned as he understood my reactions.

"And now use your teeth to pull down my briefs", he said.  Well, yeah.  I
did that very carefully, too.

He was finally naked and very hard.  I tossed the lube at him and said, "I
want you to fuck me big time and make me cum by fucking me, my husband!"
He gave me a funny look and then smiled big time and said, "Only if you
fuck me the same way tomorrow, my husband."  "Deal", I said.  "But please
now" I said.

He was as good as his word.  I keep thinking it won't get better with him,
but it always does.  Before too long I jetted over the entire room and then
he nutted in me big time.  Wow!  So intense.  I was ready for a quick
snooze when Dad leaned over, kissed me, and said, "It's the rehearsal son".
Oh yeah.

Next chapter: The Wedding Day.