Colton’s Story
It was a couple of days before Thanksgiving, and I was with Max and Seth at this local farm picking up my first Thanksgiving turkey! They were both having big family things at their houses, and we were hosting a bunch of villagers, present and past, at our house; not to mention Craig’s Dad and stepmother who were staying with us for the weekend. Ella and Caleb were coming home for the holiday too, I was so damn excited. Craig had been spending his weekends in the garage and the yard working on the Christmas light display, the plan was for everyone on the road to flip the switch on Thanksgiving night. The neighborhood kids were so excited, yeah… so were the adults, but we all pretended it was for the kids: the holidays in our own house were going to be awesome!
As for Thanksgiving dinner, I wanted everything to be perfect! Cooking meant so much to me… it was an escape from my problems, it was my way of showing love, it was a source of pride, it was my passion. I was about to graduate from culinary school, and considered myself a decent cook, but that big ole’ bird was daunting, and it’s one thing to cook for strangers; it’s another to do it for the people you care about most.
“I’m gonna brine it” I told the other two guys. “I found a brine recipe that looks awesome, and made room for the bucket in the old fridge in the garage.”
“Not me, this bad boy is getting slathered with butter and spices from the garden, then going right in the oven before Izzy can put it in a dress and turn it into her best friend” Seth joked.
Max chimed in with, “Brody and Dylan are dropping this bitch in the deep fryer. We did it last year and it was awesome.” We talked about turkeys, side dishes, desserts, and family traditions. The other two just listened and laughed as I went through my massive menu. All three of us had our turkey plans and menus figured out already, but I was taking it to the next level. It was kind of weird/fun talking to those two like that. No one ever wanted to talk about cooking with me unless it was my classmates, or Craig telling me that something tasted good with his mouthful. I couldn’t help but notice how my relationship with these guys had evolved. Max was basically my foster parent, and Seth my psychologist when we all first met… now we were neighbors, friends, family even. They made me feel like an equal.
We loaded our three giant birds in the back of Max’s Pacifica and headed back home. We dropped Seth off first… the kids ran out and wanted to see all the turkeys. Izzy and Ali named their turkey “Boots” and ours “Betty.” Don’t ask me why, they just did, and I went with it. Izzy tried to name Max’s turkey but Freddy wouldn’t let her, that was Teddy and the twins job. Those kids were hilarious.
“Freddy, grab a bag of apples outta the barn for Colton!” Seth yelled to his oldest son who ran to the barn and dragged a big burlap bag of apples over to the minivan. “Is that enough?” Seth asked me.
“Damn, more than enough” I said. I was just gonna make a couple of apple pies, but there was enough for four at least… I’d just make extras, someone would eat ‘em.
Izzy barked at me “Coh-ton! Damn a bad wode. Don’t say damn.” I apologized.
Seth just ignored her, “oh, I got some honey for you too” he said as he ran into the house and grabbed a jar for me. Fresh turkey, fresh apples, fresh honey, spices from my garden… I’m sorry but the food geek in me was doing backflips. This was going to be the best meal I ever made!
After that, Max dropped me and Betty off at home. I brought her in the kitchen and instantly went to work brining her. I had the bucket and all the ingredients out on the counter ready to roll, I’d been waiting for this moment. I started with the recipe to guide me with the basics (how much water, basic ingredients, basic measurements, blah, blah, blah), but then I got creative. I had my flavor pallet all picked out and threw in some of this, some of that, some of some other shit, etc. (I’d get specific, but I considered all my recipes works in progress and rarely share them. I experimented, made notes, and always tried to make them better, they never were really final.
After Betty was her the brine bucket in the old refrigerator, I started working on anything I could do ahead of time. I measured out spices and set out the ingredients for each dish. I pick out the serving dishes and pulled them out of storage. It took all I had not to shove everything in the oven right then and there. Can you tell I was excited? I was deep into it when Craig texted me that he was working on some project for Max and would be at least another hour… it was already like an hour after our usual dinner time. I texted back ‘I was starting to worry, let me know when you’re leaving and I’ll put dinner in the oven!’ Okay, fine, I totally lied… I was cooking and lost track of everything else, I didn’t even notice he was late. I loved cooking! Oh, and did I tell you I loved cooking?! I spent all of like three minutes throwing together something I could throw in the oven when he texted he was on his way home, then I went back to cooking!
By the time Craig texted that he was on his way, I had prepped most of my first Thanksgiving dinner. Honestly, I couldn’t believe how much I had gotten done that day. “Damn, it smells good in here” Craig said as he kicked his work boots off at the backdoor. He came up behind me, put his arms around me, and gave me a kiss on the neck.
“I’ve been working my ass off” I said before breaking into an excited rant about my Thanksgiving dinner, using the dishes we got for our wedding, Ella and Cay coming home the next day blah, blah, blah. Before we sat down to eat dinner, I made Craig go out to the garage and meet Betty.
“Betty the Turkey?” he asked with a laugh. “Where do they come up with this shit?” We both loved living around so many kids; we planned on fostering and eventually adopting… but that was waaaaaaaaayyyyyy down the road. For now, we had plenty of kids to keep us entertained. After our trip to the garage, we sat down at the dining room table and ate. “So, are you off school and work tomorrow?” Craig asked.
“Yup. I’m gonna cook and clean all day. I gotta make one more trip to the grocery store.”
“Who’s all coming?”
“I think, like almost everybody!” I said with a huge smile, I was so excited! “Your parents of course, Ella, Cay, Mason & Raj, Taylor & Noah. I think that’s everybody… oh Ms. Elkin said she might stop by to see Ella while she’s home.” River & Che were going to Montana to spend the Holiday on the reservation with River’s brother’s family, and his sister, however, they were sending Hugo, a new villager, as their proxy. Ricky was spending Thanksgiving with his family, same with Timmy, so they both declined.
“Hey, by the way, where is everybody gonna sleep?”
“We’re putting an air mattress in Ella’s Room for Cay, then your parents can have the spare room.”
“That sucks, Cay gets the floor?” Craig said with a scowl. We did our best to treat Clay like family, not a guest.
“Hey, he and Ella volunteered, and I snapped it up. He’s family… he can take one for the team and sleep on the floor” I said with a laugh. Caleb didn’t care, he know this was his home.
We were both tired after dinner, but that didn’t stop Craig from cleaning, and me from cooking some more. We ended up in bed at about 11:00. Craig passed out immediately, but I was wide awake and ready to play. The house would be full for the next several days, so this was our last night alone. I’m sorry, but we were laying butt to butt, and the heat from his body just sparked my lust. I pulled away from him, flipped around, and then pushed his shoulder a little until he was flat on his back… he didn’t wake up. I pulled the covers back to reveal his warm cock sprawled out on his thigh, just resting there (‘Shit, that reminded me, I forgot sausage for the stuffing’, I made a quick mental note). Cooking all day made me hungry for his meat. I leaned in and licked his balls, watching his limp sausage stretch, and slowly awaken. He’s been working hard in the greenhouse all day, and smelled of sweat and musk, I took a bug whiff and inhaled him; my cock twitched in excitement. I savored his taste and scent as I continued to assault him with my tongue. I was at his side, and glanced at his beautiful face every now and then. His cock was waking up in my mouth but he was still fast asleep with the cutest smile on his face. I gently parted his thighs a little to get access to his tight hole, I put my index and middle fingers into my mouth and slickened them with my spit. Next, I reached down and circled his hole with them as I deepthroated his now hardened manhood. His sweet little ass wiggled as he writhed to the pleasure… I kept checking, he was still asleep.
There was something about blowing him while he was sleeping that had me all amped up. I mean, it’s like that smile told me I was infiltrating his dreams… I kinda like the idea of being part of his dreamworld too, lord knows he was part of mine. The occasional writhe and whimper kept me going until finally he unloaded in my mouth. His taste was salty and sweet at the same time (‘Shit, I forgot tiny marshmallows for the yams’, I made another quick mental note).
I was loving the hell out of giving my man pleasure while he slept, but suddenly his hips rose and his hands pushed on the back of my head. “Fuck yeah Colt, swallow my load” Craig murmured. He was awake! I swallowed the final spurt, then pulled off him, wiped the cum off my lips with the back of my hand and looked him in the face.
“You’re awake?”
He beamed up at me, “the whole damn time, but I wasn’t gonna interrupt you” he chuckled.
“Oh, that’s it!!!” I said, starting a playful fight. I tickled him, the got on top and sat right down on his face, smothering him with my musky hole. He feigned protest and struggled a little, but his tongue darting in and out of my man cave pretty much blew his cover. He was loving it. His hands held my thighs as he ate me out… trust me, there were no leftovers (‘Shit, I needed to by containers for the leftovers so I could send food home with the guys’, I made another quick mental note). I leaned back and stroked myself vigorously as I smashed my ass against Craig’s face. I was riding his face like a mechanical bull when my orgasm got to the point of no return. I quickly hopped off his face, and shoved my volcanic cock down his throat. I let out a loud moan as I exploded inside his mouth, he swallowed and lapped up every damn drop. I dismounted, kissed him, said goodnight, then resumed my place next to him, back to back, my warm, naked butt touching his again.
“Well, I’ll add this to the list of stuff I’m thankful for” Craig said breaking the silence.
“Be sure to tell everyone when we go around the table and share” I joked.
“I’ll work it into the prayer” he said, then we both drifted off to sleep with gigantic smiles on our faces.
The next morning, I got up early, excited to get back to work in the kitchen. I took a little longer in the shower, just letting the warm water wake me up and organizing my thoughts. When I finally stepped out of the shower, Craig was standing at the sink brushing his teeth (naked).
“Um, that’s my toothbrush” I said quietly. Craig took the brush out of his mouth, looked at it, then spit into the sink, and tried to rinse his mouth out with water directly from the spigot.
“Gross” he said.
I laughed, “a couple of hours ago you had your tongue up my ass and were fine with that… but using my toothbrush is gross???” Craig had a look of “ew” on his face, but he was laughing a little too. We finished getting dressed, then I went back to work in the kitchen, Craig grabbed a cup of coffee to go, then ran out the door and walked over to BroMax Farm to work. He was doing some big herb planting at the greenhouse and was really into it, so he was excited to get back at it. As for me… I finished up my shopping list then jumped in the GTI and went to Piggly Wiggly to get the rest of my supplies. I was so excited!!! Craig and I were just starting out, we were struggling to make ends meet, and I was spending a lot of money on this dinner. Craig lectured me once, then he realized how much it meant to me… a chance to cook for friends and family without anybody dictating recipes, or holding my heavy-handed spice tendencies back, that was freaking heaven for me… so he let me have my fun. I packed the groceries into the GTI and headed home. When I pulled into the long drive, I saw Falkor (Ella’s car) parked in front of the garage. I parked near the door and grabbed a couple bags of groceries. I pushed the door open and yelled “ELLA AND CAY! I’M HOME!” as I headed to the kitchen. No sign of either of them. I put the bags down and then yelled up the steps, no answer. I headed up the steps and heard water running in the shower. I knocked on the door, “Ella? Caleb?” I asked again.
“I’m in the shower” Cay yelled back.
“Where’s Ella?” I yelled through the closed door.
I heard the water turn off, Cay came to the door in a towel and opened it. Um Damn, little Cay was filling out. “She went across the street to see the kids” he said. Ella used to babysit Seth and Zach’s kids; they loved her. “She was excited to get here so we left the dorms early and I didn’t get to take a shower, I hope it’s cool.”
“Of course, it is, this is your home too” I said. Like I said, me and Craig considered him one of our own. “When you’re dressed, I could use some help cleaning.”
“Hey, I’m a guest”
“No. You’re family” I said with a smile, “family cleans.”
Cay laughed, “Fine, I’ll be down in a minute, Dad” he joked.
I went out to the car to get the rest of the groceries, with all the shopping done, and all ingredients in house, I went back to work on my big dinner. I was doing all the baking that day so I could have the oven free for the turkey and side dishes on Thanksgiving Day. Pumpkin pie, Apple pie(s), Carmel apple pie(s), pecan pie, even a cheesecake. The food to guest ratio was gonna be pretty damn high, especially the dessert to guest ratio, but I just couldn’t decide. I’d been looking at recipes since the wedding, and I wanted to make everything… so, I did! The music was playing as I zoned out into my baking frenzy.
I was running the apples through the peeler when Cay entered the kitchen and snapped me out of my trance. “It smells good in here. Where do you want me to start?” I looked up to see him standing there in a tight tee shirt and sweat shorts. Seriously, he had really filled out over the past couple of months. College looked good on him.
“How about the guest room.” I said as I looked up from my apple peeling. “I changed the sheets, but it needs to be dusted and vacuumed.”
“On it!” Cay said as he grabbed the supplies out of the closet then headed upstairs to get to work.
Just then Ella walked in “You’re home!!!” I yelled dropping the apple in my hand onto the counter, and running to my little sister. “God, I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too” She almost cried into my shoulder while we hugged each other tight. I stepped back and looked at my little sister, taking her in. “Don’t say a word” she said, “I know, I know, I got fat!” Yeah, she put on a few pounds, but she looked great.
“Oh, shut up, you look awesome” I said, that just got me another hug before I went back to baking.
“How can I help?” She asked.
“Peel those apples” I directed before getting to work blending the other ingredients for the pie filling.
The two of us hung out in the kitchen and just talked. She told me all about school, and her waitressing job, then she said, “Guess who came into the restaurant. Mom.” Ella had monthly, court ordered visits with our mother when she was a minor, but when she turned eighteen, she decided she didn’t want to go anymore. I know that sounds harsh, but our father was an abuser, and our mother was an enabler, and me and my sister decided that life was easier without them. But now she was living back in Raleigh, they were bound to run into each other sooner or later.
“Holy shit! What happened?!”
“Nothing. I saw her, I switched tables with another waitress, and totally avoided her. She didn’t even see me,” Ella replied. “But it got me thinking. Maybe we should’ve invited her.”
“Nope!” I said with conviction. I had come to the decision long ago that I had no need for my parents in my life. Ella tried to talk to me about it some more, but I shut her down. I made my mind up years ago. Things got a little tense, but before the conversation could ruin our holiday, Cay walked into the kitchen.
“I cleaned the spare bedroom, Daddy. What’s next?” he asked.
“Daddy?” Ella asked with a scoff and an eye roll. Me and Cay just laughed.
I gave him another task; Ella dropped the apples and went off to help him. The two of them cleaned the house from top to bottom while I baked every freaking dessert I could think of, then started getting the side dishes oven ready for the next day. Craig came home late afternoon, jumped in the shower, then took off to pick up his parents from the airport while the rest of us finished up the cooking and cleaning for the day.
My last duty for the night was dinner for the family. After all the time and effort I had put into prepping the next day’s Thanksgiving meal, I was out of culinary inspiration, but I still had to do something special for dinner to welcome Craig’s dad and stepmother… so, I sent Ella and Cay to get a couple buckets of chicken from the Colonel while I took a quick shower before the in laws arrived.
Craig and his family got back about an hour later, he got them set up in the guest room, and by the time they came downstairs, Cay and Ella were back with dinner. We all sat down in the dining room and ate dinner together. We heard all about college life in Raleigh, what was new in St louis, and all about the new crop of herbs Craig was working on. I expected to be nervous, and things to be awkward, but everything felt surprisingly natural.
As I sat at that table with my family, I was even more excited to host my first Thanksgiving. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
To be continued…
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