Date: Tue, 5 May 2020 22:51:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Mr. Harris and Davey meet again - installment 35

The boys showed off their outfits for the dance:  since Mike was supposed
to be Richard's date, he wore a black leather vest, a pair of jeans
tight, even for him, and a tight white t shirt with "Daddy's Boy" written
on the front..  He put an arm band on his right arm, and a dog collar
around his neck.
"All ready Dad."  Richard looked like he didn't quite know what to do.
"DAD!  People are gonna talk anyway.   They already do.  We look so
different, there are people who say you moved me in to spice things up
between you and davey already.@
"Well, you DID do that, just not perhaps the way you thought" came from
Davey
Mike came over and roped his arm through his father's.  "If davey hadn't
taken you already, I'd take you."
"Careful blondie.  Don't mess with leprechauns"  davey warned
"Or English country gentlemen," as Paul came out, prepped out, in
knickers, and a tam.  "I'm supposed to be a country gentleman, out
looking to catch leprechuans.  And I caught one."  He went over to
davey.  Meanwhile, Mike was checking him out.
"Paul... how come you don't dress up more.   I'm beginning to feel
like... I can't wait for the dance to be over..."  Paul twisted his fake
mustache.  "Patience is a virtue Mike.  Everything that follows isn't."
Then out came Lady Carla, as she called herself for this.   If you had
any doubt about Carla's brush with wicca, that was gone after this
outfit.  She had worn her hair long and loose, sort of like Stevie Nicks
- and she had on a fluffy blouse , in a color somewhere between pink and
sunrise, and a full length skirt, dark blue, with a pattern of moons and
starts.

"We'd best be going gents!  The music don't start without Lady C"
They were able to crowd into the car.  Carla got Paul up front with her,
and the other boys were in the back.   Richard insisted on being in the
middle because:  "I want to be able to hug these two wonderful men who
are keeping me young."
Davey whispered, but Mike heard  "And I wanna hug the man who makes me
hard."

The dance was fairly crowded and yes, as planned, the little troupe did
catch eyes.  There WAS whispering everytime Mike went by.  One time, it
just got so loud, he stopped and smiled and said  "You seem to have
questions .   I'll try to answer them, but NO, I do not sleep with him,
and YES, he IS my dad."
That shut everything down.

Carla  (or, as she was called here  "Lady C"  was a fine DJ.  She had a
mix of the old and the new going on, prefect for the crowd, which
included Travis, his latest friend  ("I think he does construction.  I
know he has some good muscles").   When the music started, Richard went
over to dance with davey, and Mike took him by the arm.

"Excuse me.  But you're MY date.  Don't I get the first dance?"  As they
went out to the dance floor, Richard was thinking  "No one has any
problem when a father dances with  his daughter.  Everyone thinks it's
cute.  So why is a father dancing with his son such a problem for so many
people?"

"Dad ?  Are you here?"  Mike saw his father drifting.  "Penny for  your
thoughts,  Dad."  Richard smiled.  "Oh, they're not worth that, but I'm
thinking I should have been more open to  doing this, Mike.  I'm having a
sweet time, Carla is really good,  you're a doll, and honestly, I feel
like a young man again."

His son hugged him.  "Dad, you know, you saying that makes all of the
work worthwhile.  We wanted to get the two of you out of your rut, even
if you were enjoying it.  Have some fun!  Spend some time with us, dad.
I promise, we won't' put you in positions you don't like."
As they danced Richard thought.  "Hmmm.  I'm gonna discuss this with your
other dad.  He's got the meet next week , so we gotta keep him clear on
that, but maybe we should try some kind of alternating  event: you and
Paul pick, then Davey and I will  .  We'll see how often we do that. "

Mike smiled.  "You know, that just does sound AWESOME.  We see the two of
you go off sometime, and you come back so smiley and happy.  " He paused
and blushed.  "And we know it's not just the panky hanky."
Richard laughed.  "Ok, there's one for you to put on your advanced
English words.  Put it next to the gritty nitty.  We say  "hanky
panky."

Mike squinted.  "What does it mean?"  Paul came by "Could you excuse me
Sir?  I just want to talk to your boy for a minute, and maybe I could
have a dance with him?
Richard smiled.  "Only if I could have one with your leprechaun."
"Your lucky charm is right here, topman,"  Davey grabbed Richard's hand
and off they went.  It was a moderate tempo  and at the end, davey did a
spin into Richard's arm and kissed him.  "Are you enjoying yourself, Sir
? You're not playing possum are you?"  Richard laughed.  "All of you can
relax.  I was wrong  I am having a wonderful time.

Just then, Mike was at the DJ stand  "Ladies and Gentlemen  Welcome to
tonight's dance.  I hope you're having fun with the spinnings of Lady
C... "There was wooping and applause."  "Lady C is taking a break, and
she's calling "Lady's Choice. She's picked some music, and she picked her
partner.  Richard Harris,  Lady C wants to know if she can have the next
dance."

She came out from a side entrance, and Carla had changed:  she was in
full flamenco.  "OH LORD"  Richard thought.  "I remember those flamenco
classes in Buenos Aires.  I just don't know if I remember the steps."
He remembered the steps.  He and Carla did a slow, sweet, Argentinian
tango  "el dia que tu mi quieras"  with slow movements, dips, looks, and
everything else.

"Did you know he could do that?"  Paul looked at davey, who was smiling.
"every day with this man, is a new adventure, and a new learning
experience. No, I did not know about Buenos Aires, I did not know about
tango.  BUT.... I think he and I are going to take some classes.  LOOK at
the way he holds her.  I want to be held like that."

Paul smiled  "Me too.  Maybe that can be our first father/son thing "
Davey looked puzzled .  "Oh, it's an idea that Mike and I had.  He's
spoken to Dad Richard I think.  We wanted to do things with you: you pick
one, and we'll pick one, and we'll spend more time together.
Davey's eyes brightened.  "PAUL.  That may be the best idea I've heard
for a long time.  YES.  Right after the meet, ok  Then I can take a
break."


As the dance was coming to an end  Carla was recommending people partner
up, because there were two, last  songs to come.  One, she announced, was
something for "two of her favorite men in the world:  Davey and
Richard."  She started playing the old song  "Save the Last Dance for
Me."  Well, the floor cleared, and the two did a  marvelous spin around
the room.  Richard held davey tight and davey smiled as his head rested
on Richard's shoulder  .  He whispered "don't get out of that suit so
fast, Sir. "  Harris smiled.  "No intention whatsoever. "

For the last dance, Carla came down after setting it up and announced.
"OK everyone, one big circle because We ARE Family."  As Sister Sledge
reminded them of that, the dance ended with applause, kisses and promises
to keep in touch.

Back in the car, Richard was expansive as he hugged davey and Mike.
"Well, whomever had the idea to drag us to this, THANK YOU.  I hadn't
danced in YEARS.  Carla made a joke.  "Work on some of those tango spins
Top man.  "  then she laughed.  "It's ok.  I know a tango teacher not
far.  from home."

It was late when they got home, and everyone bid a good night.  There was
a group hug, Mike tried to steal Paul's tam, and davey and Richard headed
ioff to the bedroom.

Davey felt  Harris behind him, and then he found his wrists pinned by one
of Harris' big hands.  Harris' other hand came around to cover his mouth
.

"To have a leprechaun of your own, is a rare treat.  To have one
underneath you, rare and sweet."

"You can't keep me imprisoned like ths!"  davey yelled out, before he
felt the gag cover his mouth.  "Oh yeah, I can, you charmer.
"Leprechauns make everyone laugh.  How do you make a leprechaun laugh?
Hmmmm."  Davey begn to squirm.  It sounded like tickling was in his
future. It was, but not of the type he expected.

Harris pushed him to the bed and, after he got his cock and balls out of
his jeans, he found a little paintbrush, and began tickling davey's
balls.  He had never done that before, and the slow, methodical strokes,
were pushing davey over the edge.  Gagged, he couldn't make much noise,
but he was bursting with laughter.

"Lots of teasing tonight young man. "  Harris pushed davey's legs in the
air, wet a finger, and pushed it inside his husband.  First time for that
too, and davey's eyes got big as he felt Harris circling around in
there.

"Different feeling , huh studmuffin?  Davey nodded in agreement, as his
cock rose.

Harris lay down next to his bound beauty.  "Thing is, it always DOES come
down to fucking doesn't it?  And why  not?  It feels good,
Davey wondered why his husband was getting philosphical, even while he
was gently stroking davey's belly, driving  him crazy.    In fact,
Richard was thinking about how differently things could have turned out.
He LOVED dancing with his son - maybe too much.  Mike had become an
incredibly handsome young man, and a bottom.  He was too young for
Harris' usual tastes, but tonight, he knew , had proven that  under the
right conditions... he would have dragged Mike home with him.

But he had his man here.  His sweet, compliant,  davey , who put up just
enough of a fight every time, to make things interesting . Tonight, there
was no fight.  When Harris took the gag out so davey could blow him,
davey said  "Please sir.  Just a good old, let me know who's boss
fucking.  PLEASE SIR."

"I'm on that page davey."  He kissed the man from his neck down to his
pubes.  He kissed the tip of davey's cock, which ticked davey and made
him push his hips up.  It was all the encouragement Harris needed as he
slipped his  cock inside davey.

"OH YES SIR.  I wanted something sweet all day.  Here it is.  Carla's
brownies are ok, but they're no match for your.... " He didn't finish,
because Harris covered his mouth with kisses.

He pumped davey, with davey moaning in pleasure each time.  "SIR, I hope
you don't mind this... OH SHIT that last thrust was great, but I am
finding your belly sexier and sexier.."  He moved his hands to it and
stroked it.  "This is my solid, dependable, sexy husband  .  FUCK
ME..."

Harris was close, and then he exploded in davey.  When he did davey said
"Sir, if it's ok, I want to cum myself tonight, but... "  He climbed on
top of Harris.  "Your belly is driving me CRAZY... He stroked Harris'
belly, while he jerked himself with his other hand, and Harris thought.
"I KNEW he was a keeper.  No one ever  made me feel good about being
heavier.  Now, he made me feel good, AND sexy."

Davey screamed as he climaxed, and then he and Richard cuddled, as
Richard stroked davey's hair, and asked  "You really like my belly?"


"Sir, I have to be honest.  I didn't think of it other than when Carla
was giving you grief about no exercise, no desserts.  It's not THAT big a
belly:  don't think I'm saying  you're fat, and don't let anyone tell you
that.  But after all the talk, I started looking, and , well, I don't
know, I just thought it was one of your sexiest parts.  And that night
when we were  watching tv, and I fell asleep on it.  "OH, SIR.  The
dreams I had. "

Harris kissed his husband again.  "Davey, you ALWAYS make me feel good
about myself. "

"And you should Sir.  I know some people think you took advantage of
me."  He smiled. "If you did, don't stop, Sir. "

Harris smiled.  "You know, the cage goes back on tomorrow"

"Yes sir."

Well, I'm not going to do it, because you have the meet.  After the meet
though... heh heh heh