Date: Thu, 22 May 2014 17:07:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daniel and Dad, A Romance, Wedding Day

Daniel and Dad, A Romance, Wedding Day

As always, please support Nifty.  I answer all emails at
mikedave01@yahoo.com. And sorry for how long it's taken me with this
series.  This is the seventh and last chapter in 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.  I'd
also like to dedicate this final chapter to a new reader, Eddie.

From Daniel and Dad 6:

"Dad 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 time for the
rehearsal son.'  Oh yeah.  I was tempted to start singing `I'm getting
married in the morning' (late afternoon actually) but `refrained'. Ho ho!

It had been a warm afternoon so Dad and I dressed in Alexander Julian
colorful short sleeve dress shirts and khaki slacks and brown loafer dress
shoes.  Dad chose a mixture of purples and reds.  I was in greens and
blues.  We did look good in the mirror together.  After a quick grope and
kiss we went downstairs to the Inn's ballroom where the ceremony would take
place if the fair weather didn't hold and we couldn't have it on the lawn
of the Inn.  My mother and my Uncle Greg were already there, with the
priest who would lead a communion service as well as the representative of
the town clerk's office who would marry us, and the photographer.  Greg was
going to take the place of my father in the wedding ceremony, escorting my
mother, which was certainly appropriate considering he is my biological
father, had helped raise me, and I certainly look like him!

Dad and I had decided not to share the secret of our relationship with many
people.  My friends from Columbia and from undergrad days didn't know my
Dad.  Dad's colleagues from his new job had never had any reason to know he
had a son.  It's not that we were ashamed of who we were.  We just figured
we'd have fewer problems this way.  I also had to admit that I was glad
that getting the license had been no problem thanks to Dad's connections.

We both gave my mom and Greg warm hugs and shook hands with others.
Keeping things simple Greg was going to be Dad's best man and my best
friend from college, Jay Lewis, was going to be mine.  Jay's girl friend,
Dayla, was with him.  They were a good couple and would probably be
following our example at some point.  We had decided on no other attendants
even though several of our friends had volunteered.  However, we had
invited them to the wedding, of course, and the dinner afterwards.  Looked
like we'd have close to a hundred people at the dinner and probably more at
the wedding.  I had been a bit surprised by how many of my college friends
as well as how many of Dad's colleagues and acquaintances had wanted to
come.

The wedding planner, Tom, soon had us in our places.  Tom was so efficient
that the formal part was quickly done and we all knew what we would be
doing tomorrow.  Our small group then retreated to the Inn's main dining
room.  The ma"tre d led us into a small, secluded room off of the main
room.  There was no menu.  Dad had planned out this meal in advance.  With
very fresh ingredients from the Hudson Valley, the meal was French, with an
American twist, with slight changes to classic French cuisine.  As always,
the wine was excellent, too, and paired with each course.  After the meal
we savored flutes of a wonderful champagne.  We had chatted inconsequently
throughout the meal but now I became serious and looked at Mom and Greg.  I
asked, "Are you both really ok with this marriage?"

Mom was the first to answer.  "To be honest, at first I wasn't.  It was
quite a shock.  However, I've known you all your life, Daniel." I had to
smile at that.  "And I've never seen you happier."  I blushed a bit then,
which made her smile in return.  "And I've never seen John happier." He
also blushed then.  He was so handsome that my heart leaped, looking at
him.  "So, yes. I am very ok with this marriage.  When I see the two of you
together I see a very loving couple.  Although it is still a surprise to
see the two of you together as a couple at times, I now think this was
meant to be." She paused, reflecting for a moment and said, "I love you
both so very, very much. Never forget that."  Tears sprang up in my eyes,
and probably everyone else's, too.  I got up and went over to her and gave
her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.  I loved her so very much, too, and
I said so out loud then, too.

After I sat down again, I looked at "Uncle" Greg, my biological dad.  His
strong, masculine, face lit up with a smile and he said, "How could I not
want my favorite two men in the world to be together since that's what
they've decided they both want?"  I got up again to give him a manly hug,
once again noting how alike our bodies were and marveling at the power of
genetics.

I don't think there was a dry eye in the room, including Jay and Dayla, who
knew the full story about Dad and me.  After that moment of drama,
conversation dropped off as we all thought about the coming ceremony
tomorrow.  Soon we said our good byes and Dad and I went upstairs to our
room.

Dad and I slowly undressed and met in the middle of the big king-sized bed.
We held each other without speaking and just enjoyed the feeling of being
naked together.  However, the inevitable happened.  Our hairy chests rubbed
together and our nipples became hard.  Our hands started to roam and feel
up each other's muscular nakedness.  We paid particular attention to each
other's butt, feeling our hard asses, kneading each other's buns, and then
playing with each other's holes, too.  Our soft cocks had now become hard
and were rubbing together and rubbing our hairy abs.  Our assplay became
more insistent.  Soon we started to kiss each other and our kisses got
steadily more passionate as we both started to heat up with desire for each
other.  Finally Dad panted out, "Daniel are you going to make love to me
now?"  "Not tonight" I answered.  "Tomorrow night."  I then looked at him
with love and lust.  "69 tonight, but keep playing with my ass, too, John!"
He laughed then and responded to my request.  We were soon head to feet and
feet to head in the classic 69 position.  He was soon working his magic on
my cock and I responded in kind.  True to my request, we continued to work
over the other's ass, too, seeking our magic buttons inside.  I loved
John's cock and ass, just as I loved the rest of him.  His ass was a bit
small.  It was firm and high, "aristocratic" even.  It was easy for my big
hands to grab and knead.  I could tell he was also enjoying my muscular and
beefier ass, too! His cock was also wonderful.  It was a bit longer at 7
and a half inches to my 7, but my shaft was thicker than his somewhat
slender shaft.

We varied our sucking, using everything we knew to please the other man.
The obscene sound of slurping was soon matched by moans and groans of
pleasure.  We both went slow and fast.  We fucked each other's mouth and
let the other suck us off deeply.  We both deep throated and sucked just
each other's sensitive head.  We used our free hand to shaft the other
man's erection, but never ceased to give great ass play with the other.

We sucked and edged each other for probably an hour until we both decided
it was time.  The cum that had been boiling in our balls finally had to cum
out.  With one last jab to each other's prostate we both yelled out our
orgasms!

Even though we had cum in the afternoon, there was still plenty left as we
hastily tried to drink and swallow.  Dad must have shot five times in my
eager mouth and I probably did the same, but I was so lost in the intense
pleasure of my orgasm that I didn't know how many times I shot and didn't
care!

By mutual consent and with no need for words, we then resumed our previous
position and deep kissed, sharing each other's cum.  When our breathing
slowed back down to normal, I looked at Dad and smiled, deeply content, and
said, "I love you John".  He smiled the same smile back and me and said, "I
love you, too, Daniel".

After a deep and dreamless sleep, we woke the next day to sunshine and a
cool and crisp day.  "To save water" we showered together and loved feeling
each other's naked wet body.  We soaped each other up, paying careful
attention to nipples, balls, cocks, and asses.  We shampooed each other's
hair as well.  Our intimacy made our cocks go hard.  But, again by unspoken
mutual consent, we didn't finish our jacking off by cumming.  Instead we
left our boners unsatisfiedÑfor now at least!

Dressing again, in light, summery clothes, we went downstairs to join our
wedding party for a big American breakfast.  Johnnycakes with real maple
syrup, crisp bacon, sausage, and a fluffy omelet completed the meal along
with a dark French roast coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice.
Conversation was again light, but also anticipatory of the day's events.

After breakfast John and I went to the club part of the grounds and dressed
in the tennis whites waiting for us in the locker room and had a spirited
round of tennis.  While I was rusty at first, my game sharpened quickly as
John forced me to keep up with him.  Soon we were both pushing each other
hard.  After an hour, we were both sweaty and panting.  I don't know who
won, but it didn't matter.  We had had fun together.  He then looked at me
and said, "Swim and sauna?"  Well that sounded great, I had to admit.  Back
in the locker room there were Speedos and towels waiting for us.  Why was I
not surprised to see they were matching dark blue and racing style?  My
bemused smile made Dad/John chuckle.

The pool was great with just slightly cool water that was perfect for lap
swimming.  We both swam for a half hour, using a variety of strokes.  Then
we got out and made our way to the wet sauna.  Leaving our bathing suits
on, we sat down, next to each other, with our bare legs touching and
enjoyed the heat and damp as well as our physical closeness.  When the heat
finally became too intense, John led me to the whirlpool and the next
surprise.  Beside the whirlpool was a small table with two chairs set up
for lunch.  We sat down to eat, still nearly naked.  Lunch was
"croque-monsieur" sandwiches (a lighter, French version of a grilled ham
and cheese) with wonderful ham and cheese and bread, along with some
European frites (fries) and cornichons.  A light red had been decanted for
us.  I poured us both a glass.  I swirled the red liquid in the big wine
glass, sniffed its bouquet carefully and asked, "Beaujolais?"  Dad smiled
his delighted smile and said, "Yes, a Fleurie."

We savored our light repast.  I then poured each of us another glass and we
carefully set them down on the edge of the foaming water and sank,
blissfully, into the pool.  I felt every one of my muscles unwind.  Between
the physical exertion this morning and the food and wine, I started to sink
into that half state between sleeping and waking.  I was quite startled
when I suddenly felt a warm, moist mouth on mine!  Gratefully, I opened my
mouth to receive my lover's long tongue and soon was dueling it with my
own, enjoying the sensual sensation in the bubbling water.  I started to
reach for him for more, but he stopped me and said, "Not yet Daniel.  Nap
time first.  We have a long evening planned, too."  Not quite happy about
this, but realizing he was right, I nodded in acquiescence.  We finished
our glass and poured another to take upstairs.  In the locker room we used
the towels that had been left for us and donned the dark blue robes that
had manifested themselves while we had lunch.

Once in our room, we doffed the robes and trunks, hanging the latter up in
the bathroom on a rack that seemed had been designed for them.  Once naked
back in the bedroom, we toasted each other with the glasses of wine and
then intertwined our arms so that we were drinking out of each other's
glass.  We looked deeply into each other's eyes and smiled another smile of
deep contentment at our romantic gesture.  After finishing the wine and
putting the glasses down we held each other's naked body loosely and kissed
softly and sensually. Our soft cocks began to come back to life from our
intimate body contact.  John led me to the freshly changed sheets and
pulled me down to the bed.  But he didn't pull me down on top of him for a
change, but rather right next to him on our backs, so that our arms and
legs touched, but nothing else.  He pulled the covers over our nakedness
and commanded, "Now sleep Daniel.  You need to for later."  Despite wanting
to protest I surprised myself by falling asleep in minutes.  I was just so
relaxed and happy and could feel Dad's strong hand in mine.

He awoke me a couple of hours later announcing it was time to get dressed
for our wedding.  Wow!  The day and the moment had finally come.  What had
begun by a dinner date early last fall was now culminating in a June
wedding with the handsomest man in the world whom I loved beyond reason.  I
beamed up at him and yawned and smiled the biggest smile I had.

We took a very quick shower together and then dressed for the wedding,
keeping our hands to ourselves.  By agreement we had decided to wear the
same outfit we had worn for our first date last year.  We both wore
charcoal and gray but where I had charcoal, Dad had gray and visa versa.
Our ties were both charcoal and gray but in the opposite stripes and the
stripes were angled in the opposite direction as well.  Yin and yang and
yang and yin.  Two very different and very similar persons coming together
to complete each other in a subtle, but perfect, harmony.  I had no doubt
the semiotics of our clothing would be understood by most of our guests.

We put a white carnation in each other's lapel, completing our attire.  We
admired each other's appearance and elegance for a couple of minutes.  We
were indeed very handsome men and well matched.  Hand in hand we descended
the long, winding, staircase and walked into the beautifully furnished
parlor where we would wait to be called outside for the ceremony.  The rest
of our small wedding party soon joined us.  Dayla gave Jay a quick kiss and
then went to join the rest of the guests already seated outside.  On the
stroke of four Tom came into the parlor and motioned that it was time for
Greg to escort Mom in.  Greg also looked very handsome in solid charcoal,
as did Jay in solid gray.  Mom had managed to find a very lovely dress that
was in a navy blue so dark it looked black in certain places.  Mom gave us
all as kiss, including Jay, who blushed, and let Greg lead her away to her
seat.  The rest of us stood in silence, waiting our turn to walk down the
aisle outside, thinking and reflecting.  Greg soon returned to take up his
role as Dad's best man.  Tom had suggested, and we had agreed, that the
younger would go in before the older.  So, soon it was Jay's turn to leave
as my best man.  He gave me a strong hug when he was called, turned and
left.  After that it was Greg's turn.  He gave both Dad and me a strong
hug, too, with a kiss on the cheek, before leaving.  Soon it was just Dad
and me left.  We looked at each other, smiled, and hugged.  I kissed him
quickly when it was my turn and willed myself not to turn around and look
to him for reassurance.  Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I walked
outside into the blinding, late afternoon sunshine.

When I could finally see again, I saw about a hundred people, all dressed
formally in the white chairs the Inn had provided.  There was a white
runner covering the verdant green grass of the main lawn, creating an aisle
that separated Dad's friends from mine. I realized every eye would be
turned toward me, but focused on the edge of the cliff, near which the
ceremony would take place, and the blue Hudson River far below.  I walked
slowly, and I hoped with a dignified stride, onto the white runner.  In
what seemed like hours, but was only minutes of course, I approached Greg,
Jay, the Episcopal priest and the representative of the town clerk.  Jay
took my arm and led me to stand by him.

I had vaguely realized that music was playing.  I now focused and
recognized Purcell's "Trumpet Voluntary in D".  Good choice I thought and
then saw the small orchestra that was playing it.  Wow, I thought, very
nice!  And then the orchestra played a bit louder and with more of flourish
and then, there he was!

I had no eyes for anyone else but him.  Time stopped.  The world around me
vanished.  All there was was him and me and me and him.  When he walked up
to me and then stood by Greg, it was all I could do to not reach over and
grab him and hold him.  But Jay took my arm again and helped me keep my
proper place.  When I came to, the priest was speaking.

"Good afternoon everybody", he said.  An answer of "Good afternoon" came
from our guests.  "While I wish I could continue with `Dearly beloved, we
are gathered here to celebrate the matrimony of John and Daniel', I cannot.
My church, the Episcopal Church, does not yet permit me to marry two people
of the same sex.  Yet", and he scanned the crowd before continuing, "the
Diocese of New York does permit me to bless the union of Daniel and John
and to hold a communion service on this very special occasion.  It is my
most earnest desire and fervent hope that my Church will soon allow me to
marry couples like Daniel and John.  And" he added, "I believe it soon
will.  Now let us pray."  Out of the corner of my eye I saw most of the
heads of our guests bow in prayer. "Most merciful God", he continued,
"please bless the union of this couple, of John and Daniel.  Let their
lives together be lives filled with happiness and hope.  Give them the
strength and courage to face times of trail so they may be endured.  Let
their love be a source of light for each other for the rest of their lives.
May they be partners in sadness and joy, in times of plenty and in times of
want, in sickness and in health, and in all good as well as bad.  All of
this I ask in the name of God the Father, his Son our redeemer Jesus
Christ, and in the Holy Spirit.  Amen."  Most of guests answered him with
their own Amen.

Then the town clerk's representative came forward and with an accent more
Vermont than New York, looked at the priest, and said, "Well, what the
Episcopal Church won't let you do, the State of New York will let me do!"
The crowd chuckled at his quip.  He quickly married us and had us sign the
town register.  He notorized our marriage license and then shook our hands
and congratulated us.  Our guests then broke out in applause.  Both John
and I had unshed tears in our eyes as we looked at the officiants, our
guests, our best men and each other.

Greg and Jay then came forward then.  They pulled out ring boxes.  They
both opened the boxes to show simple wedding rings of gold.  John took the
proffered ring from Greg.  He held it up so that it sparkled in the
sunlight and said, "Daniel, with this ring I thee wed, to have and to hold,
in sickness and health, to be a source of the Light from my love, from this
day forward until death do us part."  He then put it on my ring finger.

The tears of joy overflowed then and ran down my cheek.  I took the
proffered ring from Jay and said to John, "John, with this ring I thee wed,
to have and to hold, in sickness and health, to be a source of the Light
from my love, from this day forward until death do us part" and put the
ring on his ring finger.  John's tears now matched my own.  Neither of us
could speak in the intensity of our emotion.  Thankfully, the priest
intervened and quipped, "You have now pronounced each other man and man.
Let the groom now kiss the groom!"  The crowd chuckled again.  Well, I
wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by!  I grabbed John the way I had
wanted to earlier and gave him a big smacker on his lips!  He responded
eagerly.  The crowd's chuckles became laughs of amusement at how happy we
were to respond to the priest's command, even mixed in with a few cat
calls.  Hmm.  Probably my friends.  We were both breathless when we ended
the kiss.

The priest then started the communion service.  Not many of our guests came
up to take communion, but enough did that it was worth having this service
as part of our wedding, too.

Then the orchestra then struck up the last movement of Beethoven's Ninth
Symphony.  John then took my arm and arm and arm we walked down the aisle
and into the Inn.

We had done it, I exulted in my mind!  We had done it!  We were now
married!  I again cried tears of happiness.  I let John lead me into the
ballroom, where a very scrumptious dinner buffet was set up, with both
French and American dishes, as well as a bar serving champagne.  A waiter
whisked up to John and me with full flutes of champagne immediately.  I
barely had time to take a few sips and admire the food laid out when the
first of our guests came in the ballroom to congratulate us.

The next couple of hours were a whirlwind of people, champagne, and food.
I shook every hand in the house and received hugs from many and even kisses
from a few, including Mom of course!

At one point we did cut the beautiful cake and stuffed each other's mouth
with a piece, to the delight of the crowd.  We were glad the staff was
present immediately to clean us off before we soiled our suits.  Finally,
Dad quieted the room and made an announcement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen", he said, "Daniel and I must soon leave you for the
first part of our honeymoon."  Again some chuckles, some of them ribald.
Definitely my friends!  "But before we do, I would like to thank each and
every one of you for coming to our wedding". I nodded my head in agreement,
wanting to thank everyone as well.  "As Daniel and I start the next chapter
in our life together, we are both grateful to all of you being here to
share that beginning with us."  Spontaneous applause again broke out.  John
looked at me with love and passion.  We suddenly were kissing again, to the
delight of the crowd.  Breaking the kiss he led me through the crowd, out
of the ballroom and onto the great lawn.  The wedding furniture had already
been cleared.  In its place was the helicopter to take us back to New York
City.  We waved at those who had followed us outside.  They prudently
retreated when the chopper's blades begin to turn.

Soon the chopper was up to full speed. It slowly lifted off the ground and
when it had obtained sufficient height it then sped down the Hudson toward
the City.

I just sat and enjoyed the beauty of God's creation and held my husband's
hand as we took the short flight back.  My husband.  I looked over at John
with pride.  Wow. He was in deed and fact my husband. I was overcome by a
brief moment of intense emotion and tears were again in my eyes.  John
seemed to read my mind and took me into his arms and held me close.  We
held each other tightly the rest of the way to the heliport.

After departing from the heliport, our ever available black livery car
whisked us to a very familiar Midtown hotel.  I looked over at Dad and
smiled.  At least I knew what the next surprise was going to be.  He gave
me an appraising look as if to say, don't be too sure.

We soon checked into "our" room and there, laid out for us, were our Hawk
Club costumes.  After how long everything this afternoon had taken, from
our nap, wedding, our reception and buffet dinner, our helicopter ride to
the City, our ride across town and now undressing and getting dressed it
was approaching 10 PM, prime time for the Club on a Saturday night.  While
putting on the very brief leather briefs and straps I could see Dad
checking the time.  It became obvious he wanted us to enter the club on the
dot of ten.

It was finally time to take the elevator down to the special floor.  We
walked down the corridor, starting to hear the boom of music from the Club.
Dad hesitated a minute, scanned the corridor.  He then motioned me to go
ahead and go in.  I hesitated for a couple of seconds.  This wasn't part of
our "act".  But he motioned me impatiently to go in.  Well, ok, I thought.
Something's going on, but I'm not sure what.

I went on in and had to become used to the dimness of the lighting.  I
paused for a minute to adjust my eyes.  Then I proceeded onto the stage.
The MC spotted me and smiled.  He pulled the floor mic off its stand and
raised the mic to his face.  He gestured to the music guy.  Suddenly the
vaguely disco music stopped.  I could see dancers stop in mid step.  Then
the Hawk Club theme boomed from the speakers!  Our theme I thought, with
pride.  But where was Dad?  After thirty seconds of the Club theme song,
the volume lowered and the MC spoke, "Hawksters, you know what that means?"
"Yes!" hundreds of voices yelled.  The MC motioned me to come out into the
spotlight on stage.  "Hawksters", he yelled, "Here's your Hawkbrother!"  I
strode confidently into the limelight.  I did a few muscle poses and stared
defiantly at the audience through my Hawk mask.  They yelled and cheered.
And then they started to chant, "Hawkman, Hawkman, Hawkman!"  The announcer
was obviously waiting for some kind of signal back stage.  Evidently he got
it.  He put the mic back up to his mouth and yelled, "Hawksters, here's
your Hawkman!"  I was relieved to see Dad finally come on stage, but was
still puzzled as to what had kept him.  He did his own victory poses,
showing off his amazing body.  Cheers again erupted.  And then I realized
the MC was speaking again.  "And now Hawksters, time for tonight's
surprise!  Hawksters, please welcome your Hawkdaddy!"  Your what? I
thought.

And then a guy strode out onto the stage, also dressed in a skimpy Hawk
costume.  I must have gaped.  Hawkdaddy?  The guy who walked onto the stage
was well built, but definitely older.  His hairy chest had a bit of white
in its abundant chest hair as did his body hair.  However, this was a man
still in great shape.  He was shorter than Dad, about my height, with
shoulders more similar to mine than Dad's.  Wait.  No.  This couldn't be,
could it?

As I stood there bewildered by my thoughts, I realized the announcer was
speaking yet again.  "Hawksters, thanks for your warm Hawk Club welcome for
the newest member of the Hawk team, Hawkdaddy!"  Cheers erupted yet again.
The announcer continued, "And Hawksters, Hawkdaddy has something to say to
tell all of you."

Hawkdaddy then took the mic from the MC.  He came over to Dad and me.  He
took our hands and put them together in his.  He raised the mic to his lips
and spoke.  Oh my God, I yelled in my mind!  It is Uncle Greg!  What the
fuck!

I could have sworn he winked at me.  In his deep resonant voice he said,
"Hawksters, I was privileged to witness something very beautiful this
afternoon, something very, very, beautiful."  He stopped and the whole Club
went silent in anticipation.  Greg then went on, "Hawksters, I was at a
wedding ceremony this afternoon, a very special wedding ceremony that all
of you will want to know about."  He stopped one more time, letting the
anticipation build even higher.  "Hawksters", he said for the third time,
"I was privileged to witness the wedding between HawkmanÉ" Again he
stopped and people started to yell and scream realizing what he was going
to say, "É and Hawkbrother!"  The whole Club burst out cheering!  In the
tumult Dad grabbed me, seized my face and suddenly was passionately deep
kissing me in front of hundreds of nearly naked screaming men!

Dad then took the mic from Greg and yelled into it, "For the next hour,
drinks are on the house.  Drink up to the health of Hawkbrother and
Hawkman!"  If anything the cheers got even louder then!  And then the white
tee-shirted security guys whisked us off stage to join the dancing on the
floor.  We were mobbed by sweaty, shirtless guys!  They were all
congratulating us, hugging us, kissing us, and nearly raping us with their
attention!  Wow, overwhelming!  I was grateful when the dance music picked
back up and people began dancing again.  As always dancing there was close
to a group fuck.  But there were so many people that there was no full
body-to-body contact.  Instead it was lots and lots of oblique contact.  My
neglected cock soon got fully hard.  That inspired the guys to try even
harder to edge me with their hot bodies.  New guys replaced guys from time
to time so that there was always fresh meat trying to work on me.  As
always I lost track of time.  The music pounded.  Sweaty naked flesh rubbed
my sweaty naked flesh.  But finally, on the stoke of midnight the music
stopped.  Dad suddenly reappeared next to me.  He took my hands and led me
onto the stage.  A slow soft love song started to play.  He took me into
his arms for a very sinuous and sensuous slow dance.  He edged my body with
his, making my body tingle in a way no one else could.  The music quickened
and suddenly turned into a paso doble.  We did the quick steps of that
dance, with him leading as always.  Suddenly, though, I was leading!  I
almost fell in surprise, but quickly took the lead as the crowd gasped in
surprise and then exploded into cheers and applause.  I loved it.  In fact
I had loved every second of this best day in my life!  So, when the music
turned into a tango and Dad and I changed the lead every few steps, and
began to nearly rape each other's body in the physicality of the world's
most dangerous dance, I was ready.  And just like our first date, Dad threw
me up in the air not once but more than once and I did the same to him!
The music kept building and building as did our frenzied dance.  When it
finally climaxed I think about half the guys in the Club did, too!  The
applause was deafening.  Dad and I bowed multiple times and threw out
kisses to the audience.  He then led me backstage and out into the hotel
corridor.  My ears still ringing I noticed the elevator door was open.  And
inside, holding the door open for us was Hawkdaddy, I mean Uncle Greg.

"What the fuck were you doing in there", I yelled.  "You're not gay and how
the fuck did you get here?"  He gave me a look then that calmed me down
quickly.  He nodded a bit sadly and replied, "No, I'm not gay. I'm bisexual
like your Dad."  Well, of course he was.  I already regretted my outburst.
"And I got in the helicopter before you and John did.  I sat with the
pilot.  And I got out of the helicopter after you did.  Very simple.  As to
why", and he looked at me hard, "somebody from the family had to make the
announcement to all your fans.  Why not me?  Then he looked down at his
very scanty clothing.  "Besides, it was a blast.  I had a great time!"  He
then answered my unspoken question.  "Actually my wife is upstairs.  She
doesn't know it yet but she's going to get a fucking she hasn't had in
years!"  We all laughed at that.

As we rode up in the elevator I couldn't help give but Greg the once over
and say, "Greg I had no idea how hot you are.  You never show off your body
at all.  You must have driven all the daddy seekers in the Club wild with
lust!"  He just raised one eyebrow, looked at me and Dad, and said, "Yes?"
I blushed scarlet.  I finally got out, "Well, I guess it takes one to know
one!"  John and Greg burst out laughing at that.

We got to Greg's floor.  He turned to me and said, "Now give Daddy a night
night kiss before he goes to surprise his wife."  I laughed and we gave
each other a very chaste kiss, even if our near naked bodies were in full
body contact.  Not much cock reaction from either one of us, even if we
liked the feeling and I felt his love for me and I thought he felt my love
for him.  However, when he looked at John the look was much more smoldering
than the look he gave me. I was suddenly glad he was very happily married
and I hoped John was, too!

John nestled up against me as the elevator finished its climb to the
penthouse.  Once again I couldn't help myself.  "That must have been a
strange feeling to be nearly naked with your former lover and your new
husband and with your former lover and new husband being biological father
and son and your being second cousins with both."  He gave me a languid,
then devilish, smile and said, "Yeah, it was.  But he's the far past and
you're the present and the future."  A better answer I couldn't have
crafted myself, even being the English Ph.D. student.

As we entered our hotel room, I assumed we'd be spending the night here.  I
took off my costume and started to approach the bed.  Dad interrupted me.
"Oh no, Daniel, we're not spending the night here.  A quick shower and then
get dressed."  Another very quick shower with us both behaving, dammit.
Back into suits, but no ties.  The livery car was waiting.  It whisked us
back up the Upper West Side to Harlem and our condo.

We got out of the car and walked upstairs to our place.  At the threshold
to our lovely place Dad paused and looked at me expectantly.  I was quite
nonplussed at first.  And then I realized it was my turn to carry him over
the threshold.  We were going to be equal in everything it appeared.  I
bulked up in my mind and picked him up as if he were light and carried him
into the condo.  I carried him all the way to our big bed.  I laid him down
there and then went back to close the front door and secure it.  When I
came back Dad was lying on our bed with a big smile on his face.  Oh yeah.
Tonight was my turn, wasn't it?  I quickly divested myself of my clothing,
earning a big smile from Dad.  And then I peeled off all of his clothing,
one item at a time, pretending he was a stripper.  He loved it of course.
Finally when we were both naked I looked down at him with love.  However, I
had been edged all day long.  I wished our first married sex would be epic,
but this was not going to take too much time.  I wanted him and me together
too much.  I was suddenly glad we were in our own place and that I knew
where the supplies were kept.  I lubed his ass and my cock up.  I also
lubed his cock to make it feel good and slippery.  We both went hard
instantaneously.  Today had been so way over the top that we had to cum.  I
sank into him as easily as I could.  I took his hard cock in my hands.  And
then I gave him the pounding Greg had given his wife earlier.  We both
yelled and moaned as I gave his pretty ass the fucking it wanted to
complete this very long day.  Too soon Dad clenched his ass from cumming
between us and made me cum big time in him.  Once we both came down from
our orgasm high, Dad said, "Congratulations, Daniel." I had to laugh a bit
and said, "Congratulations, John".

We didn't wake up until late.  But once again Dad had planned ahead.  There
was a catered brunch waiting for us when we finally stirred.  And after we
had enjoyed that and Dad had gotten me back, fucking me silly, there was a
catered supper, too.  At this point I was very curious about the next part
of our honeymoon.

"So what's next?" I felt compelled to ask.  Dad laughed and asked, "What do
you think?"  "I don't know," I answered.  "I kept seeing a French and an
American theme in everything you have set up for our wedding. But that
doesn't make much sense to me. " He chuckled and laughed and said finally
"Le QuŽbec au Canada.  On va faire la France plus tard."

Once again I was grateful for studying French in high school and
college. So we were going to the amalgam of English and French in North
America and go to Quebec.  We left early the next morning and flew up to
Quebec City.  I was amazed at this place.  It was a very different place.
It was a really North American city in many respects but the core of the
old city was very European and very French, too.  It turned out to be the
only "walled" city in North America, too.  We stayed at the Chateau
Frontenac and on the top floor of course.  This was a medieval looking
hotel that had been built in the 19th Century to fit in with old Quebec.
Amazing view.  We rented a car and went to Montreal and enjoyed the
dynamism of that world city.  We enjoyed the falls at Montmorency and the
bucolic beauty of the island of St. Anne de BeauprŽ.  However my
favorite part of our lune de miel was our trip up to the Saguenay country.
There we hiked up to the top of the trail in the national park preserving
part of the fjord of the Saguenay River.  It climbed almost 3000 feet above
the river surface, where the trail started. It was a hugely difficult climb
up stairs and a steep trail.  It was like climbing up the Empire State
building back in the City.

It turned out to be perfect weather for our hike and we were hiking in he
middle of the week.  We were by ourselves.  When we were on our way back
from seeing the amazing statue someone had built up high over the river we
saw the perfect "Alpine" meadow.  There was no one around at all.  We
climbed up to the very edge of the meadow and looked at each other.  Dad
pulled out a towel from his backpack.  Way out of sight of the trail we
stripped naked.  And then we fucked each other au naturel.  Incredible!
The feeling of the sun bathing us both as we shared our love was amazing
and made up for inevitable sunburn later!

There's much more to tell about my life with John, but I think I've gone
way long in this chapter.  Much love to all of you, mikedave01@yahoo.com