Richard asked davey if they could put off that discussion until the next day. He was exhausted, and this would take a while. He understood davey's desire, he just wondered if he were up for having an 18 year old when he was in his late 50s. Mike was already exhausting him, but in a good way. He smiled as he thought about the boy, and smiled more when davey cuddled up to him, and twirled a figure on his chest. "Right there, Sir. My wolf."
Davey was in "cool down" after the marathon, which meant his runs were shorter: about ten miles. He woke up the next morning, and began prying himself out of what he called "Richard's drowning man grip." Richard didn't hold him so tight as to make sleep painful, but the grip was firm, and if davey squirmed, it would get tighter. As he pried Richard's arm off his side, and got up to get into his running clothes, he heard Richard: "you know, if we lived in Ancient Greece, you could go out running naked, and no one would mind." Davey blushed. "Not even the birds Sir?" "Oh, who CARES about the birds. You'd be my sweet Greek lover, and I probably wouldn't let you run." Davey didn't want to turn around, because when Richard spoke like that, he got an erection almost immediately. "I promise Sir. You want Greek, you want French, whatever you want, you can have it." He leaned down and kissed Richard on his forehead. "My sleepy husband. I'll see you in a little bit."
Running helped davey clear his head , and today was no exception. When he pushed everything else away, he was convinced that yes, he wanted to be a father: not a step dad, even though with a kid like Mike, that role was great, but he wanted a child he could refer to as "My child," without seeing an asterisk at the end of it. Richard had promised they'd talk about it that day.
While davey was gone, Richard slipped into a black turtleneck, some dark pants, and put on gloves. It was time to get his kink on. He hid behind one of the curtains in the bedroom, and when davey came back from his run, he grabbed him around his waist, putting a hand over his mouth.
"Look who I've got here. The handsome runner I've been stalking for weeks. Finally... right where I want him." "MMMPH MMMMPH MMMPH." davey squealed out from behind the gloved hand. They were playing, but even if he tried as hard as he could, he wasn't gonna get out of Richard's grip. He was that strong. Richard lifted him up and carried davey over to the bed. "Sweaty and slippery, yes.. But I can handle you. " He pinned davey down at his wrists. "Now, who's gonna get some cock in two holes today?"
PLease Sir, davey smiled. Please. I have to get to school." Richard smiled. "Really? It's Tuesday right?" "Yes Sir." "OOOH. ...He paused. Then he began tickling davey's belly. "I thought you had first period OFF on Tuesdays. Lying to your husband already."
NO NO. I forgot. I forgot. I mean, I promised to cover for someone. No no. Please. Please. Stop tickling me Sir. Please please. I'll, I'll." Richard did stop tickling him and pinned him down again. "You'll what?" He let himself down on his husband gently, and began softly rubbing his unshaven face over his neck. "You'll what, davey boy?"
"I'll, I'll.... OH, Sir.. I'll do anything you want. I will. " Richard could feel how hard he had made his husband, as he moved his tongue to davey's ear. "Gonna FUCK you coach davey. Gonna make you need to stand all day. " "Please Sir. Please. Yes. Give it to me. I don't deserve it, but give it to me..." He didn't finish, because Richard drove his tongue into his mouth, and slid it back and forth, pulling it back when davey wanted more... then driving back down his throat. "Lying to your husband... That means a blow job, and an ass fuck." "Damn Sir, then I'm gonna lie more. " Richard gave him an evil look. "And.. TICKLING..
"NO. NO. NOT THAT. PLEASE. " Richard dropped the black pants. "Well... what are you waiting for slowpoke?" In the privacy of their bedroom, Richard had been calling davey his "giraffe man" since the zoo trip, because his tongue was so long and thick. He wrapped it around Richard's cock and then pulled it in - like a giraffe harvesting leaves.
Giraffes didn't make the moans of pleasure davey did when he was sucking. Nor, for that matter, did wolves growl the way Richard was growling as davey got to work.
"Enough of that. I love taking your ass when you're sweaty." He pulled off davey's shorts, and circled his hole with his tongue. "FUCK SIR. I LOVE WHEN YOU DO THAT... OH SHIT.." Richard began to probe davey's hole with his tongue. NOW, who was the giraffe? When he was done, he began sliding into davey's butt. "OH YES SIR. OH YES. TAKE ME. TAKE YOUR HUSBAND. FUCK ME. FUCK ME LIKE YOUR BITCH..." Richard slid on top of davey and locked lips while he slid in deeper. "MMMPH MMMMPH.." davey was so hard. One of the things he had been thinking about on his run, was hoping that Richard would do his intruder fantasy today. If one wish came true... If only he had flipped him over. Richard always took him belly up. Maybe...
Richard began to thrust faster and faster. He began to lick at davey's ear and neck. "I LOVE YOU HUBBIE. I JUST FUCKING LOVE YOU..." He screamed as davey yelled "TAKE ME WOLFMAN.' and shot with him. Laying next to each other, davey whispered. "I suspect we've woken at least a few people today," and they started laughing. "That's a newlywed's job, husband," Richard said to him and then kissed his sweaty brow. "Let's get cleaned up. Busy day for us.
At breakfast, the dads noticed that Paul wasn't there. "He went home last night," Mike told them. His parents really don't want him out on school nights." He brightened up. "But can he stay for dinner tonight?" Carla joined in "oh, it's fine with me. The boy eats like a bird, he's so shy." She looked sternly at Harris "But I'm going to need to run to the market. We were GOING to have a roast tonight, but I think some bigger bird came in and stole it."
"Do you want me to send someone from the restaurant with one Carla? I just wanted to see the old lady one more time before she starts her migration. " "No, Sir, no need. I have to get some other things"
"By the way," Richard began speaking: "Sam, Jason, Carla, I wanted to bring something up. It's been a ways for me to get there, but this sweet guy did the trick. I know I've always said, I"m Mr. Harris, or I'm Sir, but that's going to change. If you'd like to call me Richard, please feel free. Just no Richie or Rich, please. And one other thing. This young man here: he's now Mike. Not Mikel, but Mike." He smiled at his son. "that good for you Mike," who smiled back. "Yes Sir. I guess I should still call you Dad." Richard huffed. "Indeed you should. You're not TOO big for a spanking." Mike blushed. "Yeah, I know." There was a story there, but no one was going to ask.
Everyone went off to their appointed tasks, and Richard suggested that he and davey meet after school for a pre dinner drink to talk about what Davey had brought up."You know, I've thought about that Richard. Carla and Sam have no children.." Richard cut him off "Don't bring that up. You would never hurt Carla deliberately, and that would hurt her grievously. " "Ok Richard, I'll keep that quiet. But yes, I would want Carla to be the godmother, no question. " He smiled. "You wanna be a godfather?" Richard smiled. "I do, davey, but if you pick Carla, you really have to choose Sam. It would be insulting if you didn't. "
So, the planning began. The nearest doctor who could do the procedure was a bit away, so the guys decided to put it off until school was in summer recess. Davey, however, was elated. He was just thrilled that, if everything worked out, he would be a real dad. He was so filled with the idea, that he almost forgot: this was the week for their talk at the LGBTQ group at school. Richard brought it up one morning, as they were getting ready 'So davey boy, where should I meet you at the building? I'll have Sam bring me from the restaurant. Is there anything in particular you want me to wear, or to bring?" "Oh God Sir, I just completely forgot. I wanted to ask you. Should I change out of my coach uniform?" "Yes, I think..." Richard went over to davey's closet. "simple, but well presented. White shirt, gray pants, blue blazer. You don't need a tie, you'd freak them out. They're used to seeing me in a tie."
"You nervous Sir," Richard laughed. "Am I nervous? You know the last time I was this nervous? " He came over and took davey's hands. "When I got down on my knee and asked you to marry me. And before that, the first night you came over. Yeah, it's up there." Davey looked right back in his eye. "If you do as well today as you did those times, Sir, it's gonna be a-ok. Kiss me Sir." And Richard did. Deep. "Will we have time, after and before dinner?" davey asked. "Richard smiled. "I've already asked Carla to serve a half hour later." So much happened that week, that we'll look at the meeting with the kids, next time.
When they met, davey was very nervous: like a first date. "Richard, are you SURE" you're ok with this?" Richard smiled "you know, davey boy, I wasn't sure . But as they say 'in for a nickle in for a dime." I think the folks who do this kind of thing are very good at, well, how should I put this, "milking" the guys. But if I'm needed, I'll be there. And of course I'll be there all the while. I think Mike would LOVE a baby to fuss over, and so would I." Then Richard began to tear up. "You know, no one else knows this davey, not even you . When I got the photos of Mike as a baby, as a kid, as a young man, I would cry for three days . I missed all of that. If you'll let me be part of it, I would be honored. He's YOUR son. And honestly, davey, you are WAY better with children than I am. But I want to be part of his life. "
Davey began to tear up. "Richard, if you weren't going to be a part of it, I wouldn't do it. And I want you there EVERY STEP OF THE WAY. I want YOU to be the one who milks me, I want YOU to be there 100%. " Richard took Davey's hand. 'I've always thought of myself as a daddy rather than a father. You're going to be a father davey . And the world is going to be a better place for that. I know it. I may be more eager for this than you are. Summer can't come soon enough"
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So with the IVF or artificial insemination put off until the end of the school year, davey started focusing on the tattoos again. He came home one day, bouncing on his soles "Richard, I found a tattoo parlor. I made us an appointment. We're going over this weekend." Richard smiled. "My cup runneth over," he said to davey . "Speaking of which, have I told you I find those running shorts especially fetching." Davey laughed. "then maybe you'll have to fetch me," to which Richard responded "DO NOT TEMPT ME SATAN"
After his announcement, Jason insisted on calling him Sir, but Carla and Sam referred to him as "Richard." Everyone noticed the softening in Harris, which of course, led to questions about how he had become so hard. He would answer those eventually, but for now, he and davey were getting used to being a married couple - who hadn't had a honeymoon. And their son, who had an obsession with a stocky young man, who worked in a restaurant.
"Are you sure he's not YOUR son, davey?" Richard would joke occasionally." Well, I doubt he bottoms," was his response, until that Saturday...
Given that Mike could handle simple meals in the kitchen, they gave Carla way more free time than she ever had. One day, when it was just Richard, davey, mike, and Paul in the house, the two men heard screams, then laughter . It was coming from Mike's room. When they got there, they found Mike, pinned under Paul, being tickled mercilessly. Paul had his knees on Mike's wrists, and he was merciless. "Oh dear, he IS my son," was all Richard could say. "Aren't you going to break it up," Davey asked, and Richard said, "actually, no. Instead I'm having ideas." As Mike and Paul began to kiss, davey began to scream, as Richard worked his sides. It only took about 20 minutes before davey was "subdued."
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"it'll be fun Sir. And everyone will always know you as " il lupo" : the wolf. Davey was trying to cheer Richard up as they went to the tattoo parlor. "And I can call you l'agnello mio? My lamb?" Richard asked. Davey whispered into his ear. "you can call me anything you like, as long as I get your cock afterward. SIR" He really wanted this.
Richard's tattoo was going to be involved, so he had his hands in stirrups while they process was going on. Davey was watching. "OOOH. I want photos of il lupo restrained. They may not exist elsewise." Richard gritted his teeth . Davey... if you ever present these photos anywhere, I will make you wear a butt plug for the rest of your life." But he did it. And at the end, there was a very feral wolf, positioned right on Richard's chest. "STUD. I love it. I'm getting hard right now." davey exclaimed. "Is it the restraints, or the tattoo, you little shit." Davey smiled. "maybe a bit of both. You know, the kids at school taught me what a 'spinner' is. Am I a spinner Sir?" "We may have to find out tonight. For now, though, it's your turn, and I'm going to take your mind off the pain, by working your nips,with these." He was no longer in the restraints, and Richard showed davey the nipple clamps he had brought with him. "Don't worry davey. The artist assured me that patrons cum all the time. I'll make sure you do."
Richard only brought the clamps as a joke. He just held davey's hand, and stroked his hair and face as it happened. Davey's tattoo was on much more sensitive skin, so the process took longer. The artist told Richard "let it heal for a week.Do anything else you want to him, but leave his neck alone." Richard snickered. "you heard him davey. I'll be following orders." "I'm fucked" was davey's response, and Richard's retort was "not yet. But you will be."
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The house wanted to see the tattoos as soon as they got home. The anesthesia hit davey harder, so he went off for a nap, after everyone had seen the lamb. Richard was becoming more and more proud of the wolf. Mike wanted to know: "are you going to name him dad? I can give you a Polish name for him." Richard laughed. "You know, I'm not sure. He's laying right on my heart, so he reminds me of davey, and of you Mike," which elicited a bright red blush from the young man. "But I wouldn't want to embarrass either of you. We'll see. Hmmm. I hope davey is ok. The anesthesia hit him hard. I'm going to go take a look at how he is.
Richard went into the bedroom and davey was curled up on his side, sleeping softly, with a smile on his face. "Such a babe," Richard whispered to himself. He brushed the hair away from davey's left ear, and ran his finger down it. Davey smiled in his sleep. "Come join me Sir. It's a little cold, and I can use your warmth." Richard needed no further encouragement. Even though it stung a bit, his chest skin was tougher, and he pulled davey into him, so that they could spoon. He whispered. "No one said I couldn't play with your nipples," as he began running his thumb over one of them. "MMMM. I noticed that too Sir. I also didn't hear anything about chastity . Just sayin." Richard laughed. "Have a nap davey. I'll be here when you wake up. Then we'll do what the doctor didn't say.