So, gentle readers, we're going to jump forward just a bit in our narrative. To sum up what you "missed," davey finished his class and had the certification he needed to continue for the next academic year. Richard continued to get his exercise at the restaurant doing demolition, and when he could, davey would show up. He would now knock on the door, and watch, getting hornier and hornier as he watched Harris sweat, and develop bigger biceps, and a slightly smaller belly.
And we're at the airport, where Mike and Paul are going to be boarding their first plane for the trip to France. Peter is already there, and they've had an active face time relationship, as they get ready to visit Paris, and Peter's father's farm. Peter's father is still trying to decide where to settle: stay in the US, or go back home.
The dads, Richard and davey, are both putting on a very strong face, as are Carla and Sam. Mike, who's flown before, is subdued and making sure that all systems are go, while Paul, who's never been on any type of plane before, is as excited as a five year old at the circus.
'I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE DOING THIS MIKEY. I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT !!!!' "Don't call me Mikey, Paul. Please." Paul grinned "ok, bottom." Davey whispered to Richard "how come you never say nice things like that to me?" Harris squeezed the back of davey's neck and whispered "because I think of you as my FUCK TOI not my bottom." "MMM Sir. We're gonna need to do something to keep away the sadness."
Carla was giving a last minute lecture to Paul in French, and making sure that he knew the rules for eating in France, for being more aggressive on lines, and so forth. "And you best be on face time to me EVERY SINGLE DAY jeunne homme" She spoke to him with some severity, not common with Carla. She was nervous about seeing him off. She knew that he was in good hands with Mikel, but what if he went off on his own?
Mikel had cut his hair shortly before the trip. The short blond hair made him look even more handsome, and Richard was privately glad that he wouldn't be around. Paul regretted having a way to control his boyfriend, because he couldn't pull his hair anymore, but he didn't seem to need it. Paul was hard to read, but it was clear: Mike was falling deeper and deeper in love with the young man. He had talked about it with davey, because he didn't feel comfortable talking about it with his father. "I think that being around Peter made me realize how much I love Paul, dad. Peter wanted him, he wanted him VERY badly. So do a lot of the guys. But he wants me. He really does. He only seems to have eyes for me." Davey sighed. "I know how that is Mike. It's kind of wonderful, isn't it? See how traveling makes you feel. You'll be with each other all day. Every day. "
As they were standing, there was a boarding call for the plane. Mike and Paul would be flying to New York first, and then switching to the trans atlantic flight. There would be plenty of time, so connections weren't an issue.
"Well, we can't follow you any further than this, so I guess this is a physical goodbye for a month, boys." Richard pulled them both to them. His sides were quaking because he was sobbing. "You know, there's a famous piece of Roman literature where a woman - I think her name is Cordelia - is asked to show her wealth. She points to her sons and says 'these are my jewels.' And that's how I feel. My diamonds, my rubies, my emeralds. " He sucked in his breath so he didn't sob. "Have a fabulous time without the adults, because when we're with you, we'll be reining in your excesses. Now if you'll excuse me, my old man bladder needs to empty."
No one believed him.
Davey was next. "Kids, I envy you. I've never been on a plane either. So make sure you warn everyone in France that the scariest family in the US is gonna be there soon. Cause some trouble, don't get arrested, and damn it, you better get on that face time every single day. I may have lost two years of my life teaching Richie how to use face time, so you better use it." Mike hugged him "Keep him happy dad. PLEASE. And let us know about our sisters. As soon as you know." Paul hugged him next. "Thank you for being such a great friend and for letting us do this. I promise.. we'll keep out of trouble." Then Carla. She spoke to the boys in French, so davey didn't understand what she was saying, but all three laughed and cried, just as Richard was coming back from the bathroom.
"Aren't you rug rats on the plane yet. MOVE. ALLORS!" One final hug, and the boys were through ticket check and onto the plane.
Carla sighed. "Richard , are you thinking of that old Harry Chapin song we used to sing?" "I am sweetie: "and when she watched him dwindle, much too empty too be sad."
"Well, I guess I'm not empty enough Richard." "Me either. It's gonna be an empty house." "UH, EXCUSE ME ? Did I get kicked out?" davey was trying to lighten things up and they hugged. "Oh, davey, carla, you know we can never break up."
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Sam drove everyone back home, and it was a long, quiet ride. Carla was up in front with him, and davey and Richard were in the back. Davey grabbed Richard's hand and squeezed it. He smiled, and mouthed "I love you Dad" without saying anything. Richard felt his desire getting a bit stronger.
"Carla, would you like it if we all went out to dinner tonight?" "You know, if you had asked me a half hour ago, I would have told you no, I have something planned. But yes, that would be wonderful. I think I need to wait until I see those boys until I cook again." "Here here," added davey. A bit of a rest for all of us wouldn't be a bad idea." He turned to Richard. "As for you Sir, you can get your exercise splitting logs tomorrow if you feel you need it." He smiled.
The four of them stopped at Gradisca for dinner. When Gradisca asked about the boys, and they told her, she smiled. "It's good they see it now. Being in one place for too long : you get like, how do you say it in English - rusty and full of weeds." She paused. "Weeds are good food though. She looked at Carla and said in Italian "my fellow witch knows," and Carla smiled.
Everyone seemed to want an early bed that Sunday night, and so it was. As they were undressing, davey came up to Harris, and put his arms around his neck. He kissed him. "I meant what I said in the car Sir. And I meant what I said about the log splitting." Harris smiled as he hugged davey, and his hardening cock pressed against his husband. "You really get into seeing me sweat, huh?" "Sir, it's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen." "Should we join a gym?" "Hmmm. It wouldn't be a bad idea. Chet and Roger found a good one. Let's investigate it tomorrow. For now, though, Sir... I think you have something that needs taking care of." davey got on his knees, and put his mouth on Richard's cock. Harris had thought that no, tonight was going to be the first night in a long time he wasn't interested in sex. Davey proved that wrong.
"OH you sweet man. How did you know?" Davey stopped for a minute and looked at him. "Uh, Sir, your friend here told me." He continued to suck Harris, but he was not letting him cum easily. Davey was getting better, and better at this. He watched videos when Harris wasn't around, and he had learned how to edge the man with his tongue. As he was being sucked, Harris reached down to play with davey's ears. He began to mutter about how his lamb was gonna get speared real soon. His hands dropped down to davey's nipples and worked them as best as he could. He heard davey moaning a bit and that just set him off. He began to explode in davey's mouth. When he was done, he pulled the man to his feet.
"Your turn sexy man." "No Sir. I just had my turn. I get off on knowing you're getting off." Harris looked down and, yup, davey had spilled a load while he was sucking Richard. "Tell me you used your hands and I just didn't notice." "I did Sir. I didn't want you to see. I knew you'd want to pleasure me, but tonight, Sir, your son is off again." Harris grabbed davey and began to sob. "It feels like he just got here, and he's gone. Again." "He DID just get here, and he is gone, again, Sir. But he's coming back." He looked at Richard. "Sir, maybe you don't realize this, but most parents would give anything to have kids who wanted to come back. And you've got that. Look at what you've done." "WE did it davey. WE did it." He sighed. "It's just gonna be very quiet around here." "You're always the one who finds the good side in things Sir." He kissed his husband. "Now can we get some sleep? You need your strength for log splitting."
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Because of their work schedules, davey was almost always awake before Richard, and that was a habit that was hard to break. So Richard didn't think anything of it when he felt davey squirm out of what he referred to as his "death grip" in the morning. He thought it was business as usual. When he woke up, he saw davey, in some old clothes, piling up logs from the backyard.
"MORNING MR BUNYAN" he called into the bedroom. "DAVEY, what in God's name are you doing?" "If you break anything else at the restaurant, you're gonna do more harm than good. So, this morning after breakfast, you're gonna split some wood, Sir. Harris laughed "Why are you always about the wood?" Davey just laughed. "Seriously, davey, what are we going to do with firewood?" "Oh, we're gonna do nothing Sir, but we're gonna find a place that needs it and deliver it during the week. But for now... breakfast, coffee, and then... hmmm. Weather's warm enough that after a few, you'll strip down. I can't wait." Harris shook his head. Davey had him pegged. There really wasn't anything else he could do at the restaurant, and he liked being outdoors more than he liked being in the gym, so...
Davey wasn't much of a cook, but he made good pancakes . "I think every teacher is born knowing how to make pancakes Sir," he had once said "It's important for breakfast fundraisers." Davey joined him at the table, after massaging his shoulders again.
"I know you're nervous Sir. Give them a chance to rest up. It's a long flight." "I know davey, I know... I just miss them already."
"I do too Sir, but have your food . Then get out there. I'lll be ready for you when you're done." He smiled.
Harris smiled as he ate his pancakes. They were good. Davey knew that he missed sweets because of Carla's strict regime, so he had put caramel sauce on them. They were almost like crepes. "Just like in France," Richard thought, and had to try not to get overwhelmed with missing the kids.
"No shower yet Sir. You're gonna be sweating." Davey had finished his shower, and he was standing there, in a tight pair of blue chinos, and a blue buttondown shirt that fit him snugly - one of Harris' favorite outfits. He smiled, and played with the chain around his neck. "Remember who's waiting for you. With these." A bigger smile, and davey showed him a pair of handcuffs.
Harris went out to the backyard. Davey had left the ax very close to the pile of wood, and Richard got to work. He split the first one. "OH YEAH SIR. That sounded like I felt the first time you fucked me." He made Harris laugh so hard he had to put down the ax. "Was I REALLY that loud?" "I couldn't hear Sir. I was screaming . But I remember a thud like that. Wood makes that sound when it hits an object. Throughout the splitting, davey would tease him by yelling "OH YEAH. FUCK ME DADDY. FUCK ME WITH THAT WOOD." "You know davey, you're making this much more difficult than it needs to be. I can't laugh and swing an ax at the same time." "More difficult? Am I making it harder Sir? I hope so. And I've seen you swing that ax when you laughed." He pointed to Richard's crotch.
Richard put down the ax and came toward davey. "You are going to get it NOW." Davey laughed and moved out of the way. "I'm not a sprinter, but I'm faster than you Sir... Gotta finish the pile before you get the prize."
Harris smiled, and went back to the wood, but before he did, he called out "Oh, davey boy.." and he stripped off his shirt. His chest hair was sweaty and matted. Davey was frozen. "OH DAMN. GOD YOU'RE HOT SIR... YOU KNOW..." He held out the handcuffs.
"Nope smart ass. Nope. Now you'll have to wait.." He began splitting wood again, thinking "My my, how dynamics can change."
Davey went back into the house after a little while, and Harris finished the wood. "Hmmm. " He began thinking. "He may be faster, but I'm sneakier."
He saw davey working on the computer - probably reading some article on how to coach. He looked up when he didn't hear any sounds from the backyard.
"Richie? Sir? Is everthing ok? AKKKKK" He screamed as Richard grabbed him around the waist from behind. "NOW I GOT YOU."
davey pushed his head back into range of Harris' mouth. "Yes sir. Yes you do. OH GOD YOU SMELL SO GOOD. " As Harris nibbled on his ear, davey whispered. "Now you know why I saved it Sir. I want a big one, today." "Oh you're gonna GET a big one davey boy. " Harris began pulling davey's arms behind him, and pulled the cuffs out of his pocket. "I'm just not sure if I'm gonna let you RELEASE a big one." He opened davey's shirt and got fingers on a nipple. The sweat from his hair began dripping onto davey.
"FUCK SIR. Can I lick you? PLEASE?" Harris pushed his left armpit into davey's face, and davey fell on it like he hadn't eaten in a day. "MMMMM. MMMMMM. My man's musk. OH GOD. DAMN IT SIR YOU BETTER FUCK ME GOOD."
"You kiss me first, cutie. You kiss me like it's our first date." "Fuck yes sir. YES SIR. MMMMMM" davey pulled Harris' tongue into his mouth and wouldn't let it go. His hands were cuffed so he couldn't pull Harris close to him, but he moaned, and squirmed, as Harris put HIS arm around him.
"No sheepdogs around here today, davey boy. Ralph went out for a while. All you got is Lupo. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROWL" Harris was strong, and even though he had been splitting wood, he grabbed davey and bodily carried him to the bed.
"Haven't fucked you from behind in a long time. Gonna fix that. "
"Yes sir. TAKE ME. TAKE ME DOGGIE STYLE. WOLF STYLE ANY STYLE. JUST FUCK ME." Harris got the tight pants down, and pushed his thumb into davey's ass, which opened up just like a new flower.
"OH I WANT THIS SIR. I WANT MY WOLF. I WANT MY MAN. MY MUSKY, HUNKY HUBBIE. FUCK ME. FUCCCCCCCCCK ME."
There was nothing subtle about how Harris took davey that late morning. He reached around and got his hand around davey's cock. "FUCK YEAH. PLEASE LET ME SHOOT SIR. i WANT YOU SO BAD. I'LL BE READY AGAIN TONIGHT. I PROMISE.. OH SHIT I CAN FEEL YOU SIR. YOU'RE CLOSE. YOU'RE CLOSE. " Then davey quieted down, so he could feel Harris' semen pouring into him. Harris' hand made one final pull and davey jizzed all over the bed.
"SIR, PLEASE. UNCUFF ME. I WANT THAT MUSKY BODY ALL OVER ME. I WANNA SOAK IN IT. OH YEAH. OH YEAH.." Harris took off the handcuffs, and he was amazed at the look on davey's face. He looked like some guys he had seen doped up in his younger days at the baths.
"MORE OF YOUR PITS SIR. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.. MMMMM." davey was sucking on Harris' pit hair, trying to get the sweat.
"DAVEY. I haven't seen this side of you.' "I haven't smelled this side of you sir. It's about discovery. Like how much I love that belly of yours. " He snuggled into Harris, and they caught a quick nap.
They would have slept more, if the cell phone hadn't rung.
"BON JOUR PERE. We are here ,and ready to chat."