Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2023 00:07:17 -0500 From: Ted Davidson Subject: Thanksgiving Meal If you like this story please consider checking out my Patreon at patreon.com/TedDavidson_Writer. I make bi-weekly content that will always contain gay, bisexual, trans, and sissy content. I also do requests at other tier levels, where you pick the characters and topic, and I made your fantasy a written reality! Also please check out my published book on Amazon. "Snowed In With My Best friend" by Ted Davidson. It's free on Kindle Unlimited! Thank you for reading! Please remember to donate to keep stories like this and many many more alive at https://donate.nifty.org/ Thanksgiving Meal Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday. No pressure to buy people gifts, barely ever see any snow, and the food, oh man did I love the food. Being a single guy living in his first apartment at 19 meant that food was never a luxury. Plenty of time mac and cheese made for a filling meal, and at $.98 a box, who was I to deny it. So now was one day out of the year that I got to splurge on good food from my parents. I came back to my home town the night before Thanksgiving. I grew up in a small town tucked away in a corner of Michigan that no one would ever drive through, let alone hear of. My parents were going to allow me to sleep in my old room which had been turned to a guest room the week after I moved out. When I pulled into their driveway I noticed that there were already a couple cars occupying the spot that I intended to take. Apparently some other guests were also staying the night before the big feast. I walked up to the front door and gave it two soft knocks before pushing it open then peaking my head through. "Hello. Anybody here?" I said swinging my head back and forth. My dad stood up from where he was seated next to my mom on the couch. "You know you don't have to knock, Chris." dad said before sitting back down. It wasn't just my parents in the room. It was also my uncle Ray, my dad's brother. He was seated next to my cousin Tim. They were all enjoying a cocktail which looked to be all be about gone, clearly not their first drinks. "You remember your cousin Tim, right Chris?" dad said taking a swig of his drink. My cousin Tim was nearly 10 years older than me so when I was younger I never was really close with him. He was graduating high school when I was still learning to spell. He would come over here and there for family parties but for the most part, he was almost absent in my life. "Of course I do." I walked over to him and shook his hand. His hands were stiff and rough from hard work. "Been a while." I said with a smile. "Sure has." he responded, returning the smile. The gaze that Tim was giving me lasted more than I thought was comfortable. "Why don't you make yourself something to drink, Chris. We bought extra beer for the weekend and your welcome to the bottles on the counter." dad said, breaking my eye contact with Tim. "Thanks dad, I think I will have a beer." I turned away from Tim and gave my dad a smile to my dad, thanking him without saying it. I walked to the kitchen still thinking about what was with the extra long shake, and the piercing stare from Tim. He was looking at me like like how I imagine I look like staring at a girl I'm crushing on. It made me feel uncomfortable. I never took Tim for being gay, let alone being attracted to his cousin. I pulled open the fridge and grabbed myself one of my dad's cheap beers. I cracked it, took three big gulps, then made my way back to the living room. I was mid sip from my beer when I entered the living room again when Uncle Ray hollered from across the room. "Chris! Why don't you tell us all about what you have going on in life. What are you doing for work? Any girlfriends?" I paused my sip and felt my face flush. Being put on the spot in front of everyone was never something I handled well. "Well, I, uh I am working for in an office..." "He's working in a call center. You know, one of those cold callers that try to get you to renew your car's warranty." dad said, trying to make it a joke. My sunk my face in embarrassment, I toyed with the rim of my can of beer nervously. "Yeah a telemarketer." I let out under my breath. "Well you got more balls than I do. I don't think I could ever just call a random number begging for their business." Tim chimed in, coming to the rescue. I perked up at this. "It has to be better than the alternative right? Could be flipping burgers." I smiled a bit at this and Tim seemed to return the smile. "Thank you Tim. It really isn't that bad though. I work Monday through Friday and I'm rarely made to work overtime." I took another sip, feeling more confident. "I'm only working in car sales now so it's not much better." Tim said, taking a drink from his cocktail. I sat down on a vacant chair across the room from Tim and his dad. My parents were sitting to the left of me and as far away from each other as they could. Seemed like my parent's flawless relationship was not going so flawless. We continued to exchange stories for the next few hours. Dad telling us about his and Uncle Ray's glory days in high school. Driving their muscle cars, chasing girls, starting on the football team, but the entire time this was going on I kept catching glances from Tim. He would sip his drink and shoot a grin in my direction. Red faced I would return his smiles. I could not escape the feeling that he was flirting with me. I shifted in my chair, trying to get comfortable. My dad raised his arms in a stretching motion, letting out a big yawn. "Whoa look at the time. We better turn in. You don't mind if Tim sleeps in your room do you Chris?" My heart sunk, not knowing what to say or think. After the amount of suggestive glances that he was giving me I wasn't sure that would be a good idea. But maybe it was just me. Maybe I was just thinking too much into it. "Of course I don't mind. Did you bring a sleeping bag or something?" I asked, draining the rest of the beer from my can. "Yeah I have all the bedding I need." Tim responded. "Excellent, I think that I'm going to go hit the bathroom then head to bed." I stood up from the chair, my legs feeling shaky underneath me, the beer was definitely doing it's job. "I wont be far behind you, I'm beat." Tim said, standing up as well. "You alright with sleeping on the couch Ray?" dad asked, struggling to pull his aging body from the couch. Mom followed him up. "Yeah it wont be a problem." Uncle Ray was already adjusting the pillows and cushions to his liking. "Perfect, well you boys sleep well tonight. Breakfast is at nine." dad said, walking down the hall to his and my mom's room. I walked upstairs, then stopped off at the bathroom to take a piss. I pulled my dick out and drained what seemed to be about a gallon of liquid from my bladder. I moaned with the relief and shook a little when it had finished. I flushed, washed my hands, and opened the door to Tim standing there in nothing but his boxers. The sight of his semi nude body shocked me. "Oh shit! Sorry about that." "Sorry to scare your cuz. Just have to take a piss too." "Yeah, uh no problem." My voice shook and cracked, words getting stuck in my throat as I tried to say them. I let him by and he closed the door behind him. I was still at a loss for words when I made it to my room, I closed the door behind me, only leaving it cracked about an inch because I knew Tim wasn't far behind. I looked around for where Tim was going to be sleeping and did not see any sleeping bag or bedding of any kind. I sat on my bed trying to think where he would be sleeping when my door swung open and Tim walked through. "So where is your sleeping bag?" I asked. He clicked the door closed behind him "I actually forgot it at home. I hope you don't mind if I just share a bed with you? I mean, you do have a full queen to yourself." I considered, then shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, I guess that's cool. Just as long as you face the other way." Tim raised his hand as if he was swearing on a Bible. "You have my word." he smiled. I returned with a crooked awkward smile. "You aren't going to just sleep in jeans are you?" Time said, pulling back his side of the comforter. "Uh no, I usually just sleep in boxers and a shirt." I unbuttoned my pants and let them hit the floor. I walked around to my side of the bed and pulled back the comforter. Tim was already laying down under the blanket when I climbed in. The chill of the sheets sent shivers down my spine and I pulled the blanket up to the bottom of my chin. "Jeez it's cold in this bed." I said in a fake shiver. "You can say that again. Cool if I shut off the lamp?" Tim said emerging from the blanket just long enough to click the lamp off. "Yup, you're good." The room went pitch black. I struggled to get myself warm but soon enough, our body heat seemed to heat the blankets enough for us to get comfortable. "You good over there?" Tim said, turning his head in my direction. "Yeah, just warming up finally." "Good, well, good night." "Yeah, good night." I said, rolling over so that I was facing away from Tim. I laid there for what seemed like an hour. My mind continued to go back to Tim defending me earlier tonight, and how he was shooting looks at me. I ran ever scenario through my head and before I knew it, I had to piss again. "Hey, you still up?" Tim was breathing hard, more than likely sleeping. I pulled the blanket from over me and I kicked my legs out into the cold air of my room. I silently tip toed over to the bedroom door and walked out the the hallway. I closed the door behind me and continued my way to the bathroom. When I made it to the end of the hall where the bathroom door was still standing wide open, I started to hear faint moans coming from down the staircase. I walked to the banister that was looking over the living room. The room was completely dark but the moaning only seemed to grow louder and louder. "Holy shit that feels so good." I could hear my dad moaning. "Keep going, keep going." he said next. Was he really down there having sex with my mom while Uncle Ray slept there on the couch? Fucking weird. After I had finished in the bathroom, I quietly walked back to my room, the moans still echoing from downstairs. I closed the door behind me, clicking it shut. I walked over to my side of the bed and pulled my self under the now cold covers. "Everything good?" Tim said, turning towards me. "Yeah, all good. Just had to piss. I'm fucking freezing though." I said, still shivering. "You need me to warm you up." Tim said, moving closer to me. "I might just have to take you up on that." I said jokingly. Tim inched closer to me, then reached his arm around my chest, spooning me from behind. "Whoa whoa, I was joking." I said, pulling away from him. "Don't be weird Chris, I'm just trying to warm you up." I relaxed a little. "You know we are cousins right?" "Duh. It's only weird if you make it weird." He said, pulling me in a little tighter. I felt my head start to dip down towards my pillow and start to fall asleep again, the warmth of our bodies making it much easier. As I started to fall asleep I began to feel a jab at my upper back, something hard was poking me. "Tim, is that your hand?" Tim did not respond. I reached behind me and felt a bare cock outside of his boxers. I felt down towards the base and noticed that he wasn't even wearing boxers. At some point he had removed them, probably when I went to the bathroom. I yanked my hand away in surprise. "Tim! Where are your boxers?" I pulled away from him. "Wha-what? Yeah I uh normally sleep nude. I didn't think you would notice." "Notice? You are jabbing your dick into my back and you didn't think I would notice?" "I was asleep! How am I supposed to know?" Tim said, resting his head back on the pillow, and wrapping his arm around me again. "Don't make it weird, I was just trying to keep you warm." "It did feel nice to finally be warm. Just keep that think from jabbing me again." "I can't make any promises but I will sure try." he chuckled. We both relaxed a little bit and I started to try and fall asleep again, but it was impossible. All I could think about was my naked cousin that was currently embracing me in my bed, his cock was no doubt only inches away from me. The though sent tingles coursing through my limbs and I felt my face begin to burn red. I had just had my cousins cock in my hand and couldn't get that fact out of my mind. I soon noticed that I was now closer to Tim again, but this time it wasn't him, it was me that was inching closer. My ass started to perk back towards him until I could feel the tip of his cock just grazing the top of my ass crack. My own cock began to harden and I began rubbing my ass up and down the length of his pointing cock. He responded by matching my motion, and was soon slowly dry humping my back. I felt him reach down and hook his fingers in the top of the elastic band of my boxers then wiggle them down so that my ass was now exposed. I was breathing heavily as he did this. He leaned over me and began kissing and sucking at my neck. I moaned at this and started to vigorously rub his cock with my ass crack, feeling his tip part my cheeks. He nibbled at my ear lobes and I yelped, the pain feeling more good than bad. He was grabbing my bony hips hard and working my body and way that he wanted. His cock was no longer running up and down my crack but rather pushing against my opening. I knew that I would not be able to let him in dry so I turn to face him. We met with a long tongue dancing kiss, swapping spit back and forth, tasting the cocktails that we had been drinking. I pushed him away, then made him lay flat on his back. I got off the bed so that I could pull off my boxers, then jumped back on to where my cousin was laying. He stroked my thigh as I leaned in to kiss him again, then worked my tongue down his naked body, ending at the base of his cock. When I grabbed his member I noticed that it was much bigger than mine. I was nearly 8 inches long and my fingers were barely long enough to touch around it. I drug my tongue up his member, then circled it around his pulsing head. "Fuck your tongue feels so good." I looked up at him with a smile, then took his cock into my mouth, sinking it lower and lower until I felt it his the back of my throat, making me work to not gag. I wiggled my tongue on the bottom side of his cock while I kept it buried in my throat. I felt his hips begin to buck with the pleasure. I withdrew from his meat, then shoved it back home, then began to pump furiously on my cousins cock, soaking it with my spit. He was squirming with desire. "Your mouth feels so fucking good, keep sucking my dick." I did not stop, I kept sucking harder and harder but before he was able to cum, he pulled my head from his throbbing member, and swung me over so that I was laying face down on the bed. He held me down with one had and he made his way behind me. He grabbed both of my hips and pulled the up so that my ass was spread wide while my face was buried in the pillows. I felt his wet cock run up and down my exposed opening. "You ready?" he said, pressing the head of his cock against my hole. "Yes, please fuck me." I said, lifting my head from my pillows. He started to push against my resisting ass, but it did not resist long. I felt my hole start to spread, and red hot pain surrounded my virgin hole. "Slow down, I have never been fucked before." I said, resting a hand on his waist. He slowed his advance but before I could catch my breath, I felt my ass swallow the head of his cock. "Oh fuck, that's so fucking big." I removed my had from his waist. He started to push his cock inch by inch inside of me. The burning around my hole started to disappear and I was left with the pleasant full feeling of his cock stretching me. Soon enough I could feel his hips pressed against my ass cheeks, he was completely inside of me. He started to pull out from me, then worked it back inside. The overwhelming pleasure of my cousin fucking me was immense. I felt down to my own cock and noticed that it was streaming wet precum down to my sheets, leaving little wet dots. He continued to slowly pump my ass, working his length inside of me, then pulling back out. My hole could feel every ridge of his cock as it was pulling from my ass. "Fuck me now, I was you to fuck me." I said, pushing my ass towards him, slamming his cock into me. He did as I commanded. He slapped my right ass cheek hard then proceeded to pummel my tight virgin ass. He was slamming his hips into me as he fucked me. I lifted myself so that I was on my hands and whipped my head back with pleasure. "Keep fucking me cousin, it feels so fucking good. Your cock is so big." I screamed. Tim smacked my left cheek and continued his assault on my ass, pumping his cock in and out of me like a wild piston. I have never felt pleasure like this, I never had thought of myself as gay but right now I knew that I was, I knew that I would forever like cock fucking me hard like this. I was forcing myself back onto his cock as he fucked me, matching his rhythm. "Fuck, I'm going to cum, fuck yeah, fuck!" Tim screamed. I pulled away from his cock, feeling it flop out of my over worked hole. I spun around and took his cock into my mouth, tasting my ass juices on my tongue. I sucked and pumped until I felt his cock begin to swell, then rammed it to the back of my throat as he began to spurt cum right down my throat. I was furiously swallowing his salty load. I pulled it to my tongue so that it could pool and I could show him hos gift that he had given me. After he was finished, I looked up at him with a smile, his cum filling my mouth. I closed my lips, then gulped down the rest of his slimy cum. "That was so fucking hot." he said, grabbing me by the hip and pulling me towards him. "You are so fucking hot." I said, going in for a kiss. I pulled away and said "Well it looks like my dad wasn't the only one getting laid tonight." "What do you mean?" Tim asked, rubbing his hands along my sides. "When I went to take another piss I could hear him moaning down stairs. I thought it was weird that he was fucking my mom next to your sleeping dad." "I'm pretty certain that he wasn't fucking your mom." "What do you mean?" "Well, you might want to just go look for yourself." I gave him a cocked smile, then climbed out of the bed. I walked over to the door then walked out into the hallway. The moaning that was coming from downstairs was now even louder and it was still my dad. I walked to the end of the hall and flipped on the hallways light. I looked down to the couch and saw my dad, arms resting on Uncle Ray and he rode him. His head was flung back in desire, loving the pounding he was taking. "Like father like son." Tim was now standing to my side. The older men on the couch stopped their fucking to look up at us. "Chris here just took a good fucking, just like his dad." he threw and arm around my shoulder and puller me in tight. Both men on the couch laughed. "Well why don't you both come down here and maybe we can have a little more fun." Uncle Ray said, stroking my dad's sides as he slowly thrusted into him while they looked at us. My eyes turned to Tim and I shrugged. "I don't think we should keep our dads waiting." I said "Agreed." We both started down the steps towards our already fuck crazed dads. This might just be the best Thanksgiving ever. I plan to make this a small series for the holiday and will make another for Christmas, maybe with Chris, or maybe with a whole new family. Let me know what you think! If you like this story, feel free to check out my Patreon at patreon.com/TedDavidson_Writer and also don't forget about my book that is on Amazon. It is titled "Snowed In With My Best Friend" by Ted Davidson. Thank you for reading!