Vacation time was winding down. The family had one more full day in Venice, and they would leave, early, the next morning. It would be fair to say that all of them were afflicted with that phenomenon of vacationing, where one is torn between not wanting to leave, and wishing one were back home. It led, as it always does, to a certain sadness, which everyone felt, but no one discussed. On that last day, the group split up into different configurations , rather than traveling en masse. We're turning first to Clara and davey, who were going to spend the morning together - that is, if davey could extricate himself from bed with Richard.
Richard's sexual appetite, always good, had gotten better when davey came into his life, and on this vacation trip, with very little else up front in his mind, he was insatiable. As davey was getting ready to get up, Harris tightened his arm around him and asked sleepily
"Where are you going, husband?" Davey giggled. "Sir , you know. Carla and I have plans. She wants to get started 'before the bloody tourists get everything good' "
"Mmm. I've got something good for you, davey. Take a peak." Richard tossed his blanket off and davey saw his hard on. "OH SHIT," he was thinking. He didn't want to be late for Carla, but... his man hard. That beautiful cock. "
"What would you like me to do, Sir?" Richard wrestled davey to his back and climbed on top of him. "You'll be walking around, so if it hurts to sit, it won't matter." He began kissing davey, who opened his mouth to receive Harris' probing tongue.
"YUMMMMM," davey squirmed under Harris, not because it would do any good, but he knew it got the man even more roused. It did. Harris wasn't usually romantic in the morning, but he WAS usually horny. There was no romance about the fast and hard fuck he gave davey, except for the fact that davey knew that Richard loved him completely. And davey loved feeling that iron rod of a morning hard on Richard had thrown into him.
And the jizz that filled him when Harris came. Harris rolled off over davey.
"Thank you sweetie. Thank you. Have a fun day with Carla." Davey laughed. This didn't happen at home, but it was far from the first time they had had "slam bang" sex in the morning. He knew there'd be more romantic sex later. He would try not to jerk off in the shower to save it for then.
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Instead of having breakfast at the hotel, Carla suggested that they go and find a place where they could pick something up quickly, "something a little sinful," before the headed out. "We're gonna be celebrities today davey. Bring your sunglasses." Carla had gone back to the shop where she had found the sunglasses for herself, and got davey a pair. "We can walk around behind those glasses, and everyone we'll wonder who we are."
Indeed, of the group, davey was the one who seemed the most changed, at least on the exterior. He had forgotten to get a haircut before they traveled and his hair had flourished in the European summer sun. Given how curly his hair was, it didn't grow long, but it thickened, and became a very full mass on his head. His skin had darkened a little, and he had discovered the joy of Italian men's clothing. That morning, he dressed in an untucked blue linen button down shirt, which had that wrinkled look eve when it was fresh. He put on a pair of pale pink pants he had bought in Italy, a pair of loafers, and no socks. Carla had put on a blue silk blouse, and a pair of black slacks with a pair of boots, decorated with images of Venetian masks.
After a breakfast of zaletti and cappuccino, she took davey's arm. "Now, the thing to do, davey, is to just carry a very slight smile, and to walk with your head just barely lifted. Like this," and she demonstrated. They walked through Venice's streets, and they did get more than one stare, more than one wolf whistle, and a whole lot of admiring glances. Finally, davey started laughing.
"Carla, I can't anymore. I can't carry off the attitude. But it's fun." She laughed back. "I know, but let's keep walking, ok? And back home, let's do this once in a while. Davey became quiet. He was quiet for a while. Carla squeezed his arm. "Davey, a euro for your thoughts." He laughed. "I'm just thinking Carla, how lucky I am, and what I found in the last six months." "What did you find davey?"
Now he squeezed HER arm. "Oh, sis. " Carla smiled. She didn't flinch at sis for a second. "Richard walked into my life . Heather had divorced me . I didn't have a job. I didn't have a sex life, let alone a love life. I had no family. Nothing. " Carla could tell that the emotions were welling up in him. "It's ok davey. You've got your celebrity glasses on. No one is gonna see you cry. We'll be the only ones who know. " He pulled out a hankie to stop his sniffling. "Now, I've got a husband, a stepson, I'm about to have two daughters. I have a job, and on this trip, I found out I have a sister. Yeah, a sister from hundreds of years ago, but a sister is a sister. If I think about how lucky I've been, I'll probably curse myself." Carla laughed. "Well, I don't think you'll curse yourself, but it probably IS a good idea not to draw attention to good fortune. People get jealous. " He went on. "You know, even though I had parents, I was an only child, and they really didn't care much for being parents. I think that's why I started running: to try to get away from all of that, even though, well, of course I had to go back. "Davey, everyone of us is running. All the time." "Really, Carla? Even you? Even Richard?" "We run differently davey, but yes, even us. I'm running constantly, from not protecting Richard from that bitch. And Richard is running from stuff I know, and stuff I don't know. " She laughed. "I know you're thinking "you call what Richard does running?, and you've never seen me run. But we all do it our own way. Richard runs by working. You've said it. He works constantly. Me? " she sighed. "I've got my wicca, and taking care of all these men in my life. If you ask, and someone's honest with you, you'll find out. We're all running davey. you're just honest about it - you're the most honest, transparent man I've ever met. And that's a good thing." Davey took off his sunglasses, because he wanted her to see his whole face. "I'm so glad you're part of this new life Carla. And I'm even more glad that we found out that at some point we were what we are: siblings.
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While Carla and davey were meandering around the city on their own, so were Richard and Mikel. It had taken a little longer for them to get started. Richard slept for a bit after davey left, and then when he called Mike and Paul's room, he woke them up. Paul took the phone call, and from the stumbling and dropped phone, Richard, who had "been there," assumed that there had probably been sex play, Mike had probably been gagged, and Paul had to release him. Richard smiled, and hoped so. Even his sex drive paled next to theirs.
"Mikel, buon giorno caro. Are you ready to head out?" "Morning dad. Uh. Could we meet in say half an hour? I need to get cleaned up, and maybe we should get breakfast." Richard chuckled internally. "Certo. Ci vediamo in mezz'ora" "HUH?" "I'll get you to speak Italian if it kills me Mike, and it may. Of course. We'll see each other in half an hour." "Ciao pappa."
Davey wasn't the only one looking at how his life had changed in the last six months. Richard had been reflecting on it, the whole trip. Before Travis, and Carla, had gotten to work, he had what people would have considered a full life. His business was doing well, he had plenty of friends, he socialized, and looked happy to the world. It wouldn't be wrong though, that he frequently thought of davey as "the man who got away," and however close he and Carla were, he felt lonely at night. And every year, when he got the photo of Mikel, he was filled with regret. Now, Mike lived less than 100 feet away. He had a husband. He had put the crazier aspects of work behind him. He was about to become a step dad. What a difference!
Sitting at a table in the hotel dining room, in this reverie, he didn't hear Mikel come in. "Papa! you wanna go back to sleep?" He felt Mike's hand on his shoulder, his lips on his cheek." "Oh , Mikel. Good morning. I was just thinking about what a lucky man I am." Mike picked up on that and said "Yes, a good thing to think about papa. You're spending the day with me. How much luckier could you get?" "Papa? You getting into the Italian thing?" "Mikel? You getting into the European thing?" Richard laughed. Were there any doubts this young man was his son?
The time in the European sun had changed them all. Richard had more pigment cells than one would have assumed, and when he took sun , he bronzed, rather than burned. His skin had a dark, almost golden look, that flattered him, and drove davey crazy. The walking around and the healthier food, had trimmed his belly a bit, and the sun had lightened his hair. He had stopped shaving for a while, and had grown a bit of a goatee. He wasn't sure about whether he was keeping it or not: he and davey would talk about it at home. Mike's light skin color meant that he burned, then tanned, and he had done both. He had actually cut his hair right before the family came over, and it was a shorter length than he kept it in the US. Not surprisingly, Mike had a continental demeanor about him, so everyone just assumed he was European. Indeed, during their day, given his striking looks, and Richard's almost regal bearing, no one that day would assume that they were father and son. Instead, if they thought about it, they concluded that that older man had found himself the handsomest escort in Venice.
As they left, Mike laced his arm in Richard's. "Dad, you know, I can't remember when we've spent more than about 15 minutes together, with just the two of us. " Richard thought for a minute, and then he patted Richard's hand. "You're right son. I can't either. How did I let that happen?" "How did WE let that happen dad ? Stop taking responsibility for everything. I'm not a baby anymore." Richard smiled, and now, he pulled Mike closer. "You can never tell a father you're not a baby anymore, Mike. I'll think of you as my baby until you're 60, and then some." Mike blushed. "I think you don't know how grateful I am that you're my father, dad." Richard got a warm feeling from those words. "I think I do, but talk to me, son. I'm feeling blue about going home, and it may make me feel good." "You know, I know what Mom told me about you, but whether that stuff is true or not, I don't know. When all that bad stuff happened in Poland, I was desperate. I wrote to you, thinking you'd probably say no, and I'd have to fend for myself. Or, that you'd bring me over, and tell me I had six months to find my way, or something. But you didn't. You took me in." Richard stopped walking. 'OF COURSE I took you in, Mike. You're my son. Part of me is in you. Did you think I'd do something else?" Mike smiled weakly. "You know, I wasn't the only child of the kind of thing that happened to you. I was the only one who got lucky." Richard shook his head. "I'm finding this all hard to believe. How many children , how many adults, do you know of, who , well.." "Off the top of my head dad, I can think of two dozen." "Oh dear. We're going to have to talk about this when we're back in the US. For now, though, let's not get too serious. Can we enjoy each other's company?" "I'd like that dad. But can we stop for one minute? Please? Everyone is assuming we're not father and son, so, can I do something I've wanted to do for a long time? I promise, then it'll be out of my system?" Richard was confused "Well, Ok." Mikel turned to him, smiled, and kissed him flat on , on the mouth. It wasn't a kiss for a father. It was a kiss for a man he loved. If Richard said he didn't feel an erotic charge, he was lying. "Oh, my, Mike, I have to be honest, that was a surprise. Wonderful, but a surprise." Mike's pale skin reddened. "I'm sorry dad, but... you know when you said I'd always be your boy?" Richard laughed. "Well, yes, I do. I may be old but I can remember THAT far back?" "Well, I'm always gonna have a crush on you dad. It's not gonna leave my body. I promise that's the last time I'll do something like that. I'm not sure if it's Venice, or vacation blues, or what, but I had to. I'd have burst if I didn't. So, you'll never get that kind of thing from me again, but I will have more than filial love for you, forever." "Hug me sweetie. Just hug me. Filial, erotic, romantic, whatever. Just hug your dad." And we'll leave these two there, hugging under the late morning Venetian sun.
And of Paul and Sam ? We hear almost nothing about these two in the story, and forget that Sam is now Paul's adopted father. So when Carla told him she was spending the day with davey, and Mikel wanted time with his dad, he jumped at the chance. Sam was up early all the time in his job, so he took vacation as a chance to sleep in. Still, he made plans to meet up with Paul in the lobby of the hotel. Paul, who also liked his sleep (and had given up part of it to essentially ravage his husband), was there, looking like he had a bit of a hang over.
"How's about we find a place where we can get a cafe corretto, Paul? " Sam asked "What's that?" And Sam smiled. "It's strong espresso, with brandy in it. "You can drink at breakfast here? COOL?" Sam laughed, clapped a hand on Paul's strong shoulder, and took him out to one of those bars you see all over Italy: stand up, drink,pay, leave. And so they did. Sam had his camera ready when Paul took his first sip of grappa, but after the shock, and a drop of sugar, Paul's reaction was "Hey, this shit is pretty good." "So whaddya feel like doing, Paul? Should we go over to the universtiy, see if there's soccer going on or something?" Paul hesitated "Well, yeah, but can I ask you something Dad?" "Sure, shoot away." Paul's voice dropped. "I hear Richard call Mike 'son ' a lot. I know, because he told me, that it makes Mike feel good. Could you and Carla, maybe, call me that, too?" Sam blushed "Oh, Paul. I'm so sorry. We did talk about this, Carla and I. You're such an independent guy, we didn't wanna presume. But yeah, sure, it's just as easy to say 'son' as it is Paul... " He paused and smiled at the young man. "And you ARE our son." Then he laughed. "But be warned. If we do this, and Carla calls you Paul, you're in big trouble." Paul shook his head. "Yeah, I already know the tone when I haven't studied French enough. By the way, is she gonna make me learn italian?" "Do you WANT to learn Italian, son?" "I'm not sure. I like the sound of it better than French, but.. I'm really sick of school." "I'll talk to her. Maybe if you wanna learn Italian, I'll ask Gradisca to teach you." Paul's eyes lit up at that. "You know, she likes you better than anyone else in the family. She even told us that if we wanted to give you up, she'd take you." A pause. "But we're not giving you up. " Paul needed a few minutes to let that sink in. He had been taught not to show his emotions, and he was working on that now. "One other thing dad. You know, everyone thinks I'm the independent one, and I'm the one who runs the show, but it's really Mike. He's got EVERYTHING under control. He never needs anything, he never wants anything... Can you help me find him a present?" "I will. If you help me find one for Carla." "DEAL!" Paul broke into a smile. They headed off, of course, to the section of Venice where you find the goldsmiths, the silversmiths, the jewelers. Sam found something right away: it was a single pearl, in a setting where it served as the moon, on a pendant. He heard the price, and offered half. He and the jeweler haggled for a bit, and then settled on 2/3 of what the jeweler asked. "It's part of the experience of Venice, son. I knew what I was going to pay, he knew what I was going to pay, but unless you do something like that, it's not a true transaction. " He laughed. "If Carla were here, he'd have wound up giving it to her for free." Paul shook his head in agreement. "I've gone grocery shopping with her. I know what you mean." Sam lowered his voice. "Don't ever tell anyone I told you this. She haggled the lady who made her wedding gown so much, she gave her the veil for free." Again, Paul was thinking. "Are there photos of the two of you getting married?" Sam smiled. "Tons of them. I'll show you when we get back home."
Paul didn't see anything that he liked for Mike in the jewelry stores. Then, Sam had an idea. "It's gonna get cold soon. Let's go look at sweaters." They went from shop to shop, and then, in one store, Paul had to catch his breath. "Dad. It's the color of Mike's eyes." It was. It had the green and the blue, but in one color. And it resembled some of the water outside of the main city of Venice. Crewneck, cashmere. Paul picked up the ticket. "I don't think I could afford this even with haggling, dad." "Let's give it a try." Sam brought the sweater over to the saleswoman. She smiled, and she told him the price was the price. There were a few more of these, but she held firm. Maybe if she hadn't heard Paul breathe in when he saw it, who knows. Sam sighed, and took out his credit card. "DAD NO. DON'T" "I'm not paying for it. I'm LOANING you the money, son. You're gonna wash the car every week for the next... oh, I don't know, twelve years." "DAD THANK YOU. THANK YOU."
It was at that moment that davey was with Carla in a leather goods store, buying Richard a black leather jacket he never would have bought himself. "Sis, I'm getting hard just thinking of him in it." "There's afternoon siesta davey." She gave him a leering look. "Remember. Early rise tomorrow, and then a long, LONG flight. Get it while you can. I plan to."
Everyone got back to the hotel at about the same time. Time for a short siesta, an early dinner, packing and bed. The flight was at 7am the next morning, so they'd be leaving at about 4:30.
In their hotel room, Sam waited until Carla had washed her face, and replaced some lip balm - she didn't favor lipstick - before he gave her the pendant. "OOOO. Sam. It's beautiful. The moon, and... WAIT.. is that a pearl, a REAL pearl - from Venice?" He smiled. "Well, I didn't pull up the oyster myself, but he said it was..." She held it to the light. "It's real Sam. Like you... So much like you.." She moved in and kissed him. "Pure. Real. Nothing fake. And eternal. "
In a second hotel room, Mike took off his shirt, because it was covered with sweat from the warm day. In the bathroom, as he toweled off, he thought about the day with his father, and how much he had enjoyed it. "Hey. You gonna be in there forever, Mikey?" Paul yelled. Mike came out and struck one of the poses that he used to make when his mother was pimping him. "Why, sailor? You in a hurry?" "I bought you something today. I hope you like it." He gave Mike the box. Mike expected it to be a humor t shirt, or a muscle tank top, something like that. When he opened the box though, and this gossamer like, beautiful sweater came out, he was speechless.
"Paul. Oh.. My. " Paul forgot to take the price tag off, and Mike saw it, but he pretended not to. "Try it on dweeb." Paul said to Mike and he did. On his bare skin. He looked in the mirror. "I don't think I'm ever gonna take it off, Paul." Paul grinned. "Yeah you are. Get it off. Get everything off. NOW." Mike answered. "yes sir."
And then we go to Richard and davey. Richard had gotten to the hotel room first. He, too , was sweaty. He got out of his shirt, and was running some water. He felt davey's arm around his waist and heard the whisper "Don't wash off that sweat, Sir." He smiled and turned around. He hadn't seen davey leave that morning, and what he saw. "Oh, this hotel has everything. They even sent me a hot Italian escort to spend the afternoon with me." Davey grinned and opened another shirt button. You can have what's inside... AFTER you try on your present." Richard was surprised. Davey had always been so frugal. It seemed he was spending all of his money here in Europe. He was a bit concerned. And when he took out the jacket, he forgot the concern. "DAVEY. How did you find a fat man's shop in Venice?" "OH WOULD YOU STOP? JUST TRY IT ON." Richard didn't have a shirt on, but he tried it on anyway. "What do you think, davey?" "I think if you don't make love to me right now, in it or out of it, I'm leaving you and moving to Umbria." Richard slipped off the jacket. He moved close to davey. "Well, I can't cover your classes, so... I'll bite the bullet and..." But what he bit was davey's ear. Gently. As he pushed him back on the bed, pinning a man who didn't need to be pinned, who moaned like a contented cat, as Richard unbuttoned his shirt, and ran his hand over davey's chest. "Looks like some manscaping is in order when we get home, davey boy?" "Oh, YES SIR. I need a shaving a good one. " "But what you need more..." Harris didn't get a chance to finish because davey pressed his lips to Harris, and opened his mouth. Harris slipped open the loose button on davey's pants, and began sliding his hand in. Davey moaned some more. "Finger fuck me Sir. Please. Finger fuck me before you take me." Harris was happy to oblige, as he pushed his thumb against davey's sphincter, and then slowly slid in one, then two fingers. Davey squirmed, and moaned, and Harris saw his cock getting harder and harder. He kissed davey's cock head, and davey begged. "Please Sir. Fuck me first. FUCK ME FIRST.." Harris thought some more of how lucky he was, and dropped his own pants. He had taken davey that morning, but Venice had been working its magic. He was ready again. Maybe more than in the morning. "OH GOD YES. TAKE ME PRIAPUS" Richard almost started laughing. Carla had been educating davey, it seemed. And he DID in fact feel priapic that day. For a few minutes, he was back in high school, on a field trip, sharing a room with his classmate davey, and messing around. And then he shot into davey, as past merged with present, present merged with future, and in the United States, Jason's wife Sarah went into labor.