Date: Tue, 19 May 2020 00:20:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Mr Harris and Davey Meet again - installment 38

The track meet came very close to ending davey's teaching year,
literally, as well as figuratively.  Students started skipping practice -
there was no reason to practice anymore, and to the extent the team came,
it was more maintenance than improvement.
Davey had time to start writing up his personal year end review:  the
bane of every teacher's existence - with his list of achievements,
failures, where he wanted to improve the following year, etc.  There was
no question that he would be rehired to come back next year:  Coach
Jackson told him that decision had been made already.  Davey loved
coaching track, but he was wondering if he WOULD come back.  Apart from
the hope that he would be a father next year, he had Richard on his mind,
and how much support Richard was going to need, as he began a new phase
of his own career.

Indeed, as davey was writing that awful self assessment, Richard was
sitting down with Jason, and a restaurant consultant.  He had also asked
Mike, and Paul, to come to the meeting.  "Wear a suit.  BOTH of  you," he
told them, in no uncertain terms.  "It COULD be the last time you have to
wear one in your lives, but you'll wear one now."  The tone of his voice
made it clear there was no room for argument.
Richard wanted the two young men there, because he saw them as integral
to his future plans.  Mike had restaurant experience from Europe, and he
brought a level of sophistication and European looks to a restaurant
that, bluntly, Americans didn't have.  Paul was young, but he had worked
with Lawanda, knew kitchens, knew how to handle staff, and could be a
superb 'back of the house man'  with enough support.  Richard wasn't old
- he told himself that constantly - but he FELT old.  The wear and tear
of the restaurant business had gotten to  him, no question about it.  It
was in his blood, but it was also time for him to get out.  He was going
to be a father as well, this time by choice, and truth to be told, the
thought of being a "house husband" most of the time, was very appealing.
  Now he sat there, listening to the consultant and Jason discussing
finances, Mike jumping in every now and then to discuss the philosophy of
the place.

The input of Mike and Paul had been incredibly helpful.  Richard had been
focusing on finding a place where he could explore an "ethnic " cuisine,
one that no one knew .  Unfortunately, he didn't know them either.  And
it was Paul who had told him  "Dad, look, let's be real.  You can cook,
and you love to cook, but what you love best, is being in charge.  You
LOVE 'selling' a wine to a table, or 'suggesting' a new dish, and you
ALWAYS pull it off.  You've got polish. Most people don't.  No, you don't
want to learn how to make Malaysian food.  You need to be the guy who
floats through the room in a suit, and smiles a lot."

When he told that story to davey, davey's response was  "well, I like the
idea of you in a suit and tie all the time a lot.  Neckties are good for
gagging AND tying wrists and ankles."  Richard laughed at that.

"DAVEY.  Be SERIOUS.  I think the kid has a point."
"He does Sir.  Yes, you can cook, but you belong at the front of the
house.  You were born to be in charge, and you won't be happy unless you
ARE in charge.  Listen to him."

So, the plan eventually changed to a restaurant maybe 20-25 seats. No
menu.  A fixed meal, that was announced the day of.  One price. Two
seatings.  Not inexpensive, but not prohibitive.  Mike as the host and
manager, Paul in the back - and much to his surprise - Carla had said
that a place for 20, with two seatings, was something she could handle."

"Carla, are you SURE?"  He asked her?  and her eyes were filled with
tears when she took his hands.

"Richard, I've been everything but your wife for so long, and I've never
forgiven myself for not being there with you at Sasha's.  I can do this.
I CAN.  And if I need help, I've seen you put an apron on and whip up a
batch of hollandaise."

He hugged her.  "Lady C, how much have we been through together?"
"More than we should have.  More than we should have.  And more's
coming.  And whether you like it or not, you ARE going to learn how to
change diapers."

Davey had other things on his mind as well.  On Friday, he and Richard
would travel to the fertility clinic, where he'd be, as Harris
undelicately called it  "milked like a cow," and they'd wait for the
results after that.  He had locked the cage on himself that morning,
taking it from Richard's hand.  "I'd love for you to do it, Sir, but next
time. This time, I have to prove to myself that I can do it."  He was
nervous.  He had seen the videos: all those little swimming "davey
tadpoles" as he called his sperm, looking for just one. big.  egg.  And
then what?  He learned that no one understood the process by which the
fertilized eggs "implanted" as they called it.  "Implanted," like his
mother transplanting roses in the garden, and then developed into a
baby.  He read stories of some couples who had given up after ten tries,
and stories of people who wound up with triplets who didn't look like
each other.  He wanted this:  he REALLY wanted this.   But he had to stop
picturing his child -  no, his SON - as a smaller version of himself.  He
could become the father of a daughter, or of a son who didn't look like
him at all.  Look at Richard and Mike - something like THAT could happen
to him.  Not that he objected to Mike at all:  not his type, but such a
nice, sweet kid.  Davey couldn't imagine he was that kind of boy when he
was that age.  He laughed  Richard still called him "davey boy," and
urged him never to lose  his sense of youth.  Why , then, did he feel so
tired about this all?

"ENOUGH YOUNG MAN"  he said in a loud voice, imitating his father, when
his father caught him moping.  'THERE'S WORK TO BE DONE'  And there was.
Tonight, they were going to talk to Mike and Paul about a new place .

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"Davey.  Come on in.  We were waiting for you.   Traffic must have been
horrible."
"It was Sir.  My fault too.  I was sort of in a haze before I left. "
Richard smiled.  This was something for private, not here.  Davey came
over and kissed him, and Harris smiled.
"Guys, please don't think for a minute you're in trouble, because you're
not."  He turned to Mike and Paul.  "In fact, to the extent I pray, every
day I thank God for my two sons - Paul, I think of you as my son, no
question about it - I think you're a mini me," and Paul and Mike smiled -
and wonder what I did to deserve you.  " He sighed.  "You're young, but
you're not young.  I envy you, and I don't.  And I say what I'm going to
say with  very, VERY mixed feelings.  Davey and I have talked, and we
think you boys should have your own place."

No one was really shocked.  Paul looked at Mike, then looked at Richard.
"Sir, we agree. We've talked about it a lot.  " He smiled.  "Knocking on
the wall and telling each other to keep it down is fun, but..."  Davey
jumped in  "yeah, getting caught with fake ID in front of your dads isn't
cool."

"Anyway,"  Richard continued.  "I gave it some thought, and I came up
with three ideas.  One... I had forgotten that we still had that place
you lived in davey.  Joshua has been paying the rent on that all this
time."
"I had no idea," davey added.  "It's small."
"Yes, it's small, and it's not terribly close to here: you'd have to
drive or bike when you visited - because you  ARE visiting." he
thundered.  "And Clara expects you here for dinner EVERY night, and
Paul.. until that exam is over, you're going to do your French homework
with her every night."
"Another option, is one of the outbuildings on the property.  There are
two, and either one would do, with renovations. Sam told me he'd help
you,  but the living would be rough going for at least a little while.
It's much closer for coming and having dinner, visiting your new nephew
or niece or both,  and that's a plus and a minus.   And finally, as I see
it, if you felt ambitious, which you might not at the end of the school
year, is start looking on your own."

There was silence.  "Now, let me be clear about something that I should
have said at the start.  I propose to bank roll your rent for the first
six months.  Completely.  Then, you'll start paying 10% in the 7th month,
20% in the 8th month and so on, until you're doing it on your own.  It's
a gradual way to budgeting.  "

"That's very generous of you Dad,"  Mike looked somewhat said.
"It's what a good father does, Mike.  No, let me change that.  It's what
I feel a good father does, at  least this one.  If you think I'm a good
father."
Mike laughed  "I've had two real ones, and about six my mom told me to
call  father.  You're the BEST." Paul added.  "I can't insult Sam, but I
will REALLY miss having Dad around all the time.  And teasing the two of
you about your behavior.  " He paused and smiled.  "If I could sing, I'd
sing "Forever Young" now, because I hope we're still at it the way you
two are..." then he stopped ,because he knew what was inevitable  "When
you're as old as us?"  Everyone laughed at that.  Harris continued.
"Ok, no one has to pack up now.  Exams are on Paul, Mike, you're up to
your eyeballs with end of the year stuff,  and then we've got our
European trip.  But come September.... I want you boys OUT of here. Now,
how about a big hug?"
"Dad, would you mind if I spoke with you alone," asked Mike.
"Well, no, if  that's ok with Paul and davey."
"Got plenty to do, sir," said davey
"Fine with me.  I'm on laundry detail, and irregular verbs with Carla."

They headed out, and  Richard turned to Mike.   "what's on your mind?"
Mike closed the door, and walked over, almost tearful.  As he did,
Richard stood up, and Mike threw his arms around him  crying  "I'm so
sorry Dad.  I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what, Mike?  What did you do?"
Mike kept on sobbing  "I fell in love with you. I crushed on you.  That's
what this is about , isn't it?"
Richard hugged Paul back, and the hard ones were undeniable.  "yes, Mike,
that's part of it.  It's a weird situation. You're my son, but you're
also sort of a handsome gay stranger who walked into my life.  I'd be
lying if I said your feelings weren't reciprocated by me.  But... how
much of that is physical, how much of that is paternal, how much of it
is, oh who knows?  Fact is, Mike, you're old enough to be on your own,
and you should be."  He hugged him again and kissed him on the lips.
"You're going to be stunned when you see how much you grow in just six
months.  I promise."  He smiled at the young man, kissing away his
tears.  "And don't tell anyone, but you guys can always come back, AS
LONG AS YOU STAY IN YOUR ROOM."   Mike laughed.  "Then use a bigger gag
on davey."


Harris and davey filled each other in on the events of the day after
dinner, and davey admitted, he was nervous, and scared.
"What if I can't perform Sir?  What if I get the equivalent of piss shy
with cumming?  And what if my little tadpoles aren't strong enough?
Harris stroked davey's hair.  "It will all be fine.  I'll be with you.
I'll insist on being in the room, and I'll bring you to a real full
boil.  I promise."

"Will you finish 'cooking me' after we get home?"
Harris laughed  "I'm gonna put you on a stick and just skewer you.  You
wait.

So on Friday, to the well wishes of everyone, they drove off to the
clinic.  Davey was still locked up   They would stop in a men's room and
unlock him once they got to the clinic, and then proceed.

"Sir, would you rather it be a boy, or a girl?"
Harris laughed  "Oh, I know it's a cliche'.  I wish that your child is
healthy."
"I hope it's a girl Sir.  We have too much boy energy in the house."
"Well, davey,  I had that talk with the guys yesterday.  They promised to
think about moving out."
"I'll miss them Sir."
"Me too, davey.  But you know, they need to be on their own."
"Mike has to stop flirting with you Sir, before I kill both of you."
It was a good thing davey was driving, because Harris laughed harder than
he had in a long time.  "Oh, don't worry.  We talked that out too."
"Did you cum Sir?"
"DAVEY.  NO.  And if you keep that up...."  Harris stopped. "OH, you
SNEAK.  You're trying to get me riled so that ...."  Well played, you
sneaky bottom."

They were about twenty minutes early for their appointment, and sitting
in the waiting room, davey just started getting more and more anxious.
He and Harris had taken off the cock cage in the men's room when they got
there, and davey's erection was huge.  "If I have to wait long sir,
well..."

"I'll tell you what davey.. If it's longer than 30 minutes, I'll lock you
up again.  "
"It's a deal Sir."

They didn't have to worry.  An attendant came out.  "Mr. Cannon, please
come with me."
He got up, and Harris got up to go with him.
"I'm sorry Sir, but Mr. Cannon is the only one allowed in the room."
Davey looked at his husband like a frightened deer.  Harris took a deep
breath and said "young lady, Mr. Cannon goes NOWHERE without me.  Now,
you can let me in with him, or you can explain to your employer why I
have cancelled the substantial payment I made to you for this
procedure."
She blushed.  "My apologies.  Spouses are allowed in and I didn't think
that.."  She reddened some more.  "Let's go this way.."  ''

She led the way to a rather sterile room, and explained the procedure.
"We're going to attach your penis to a collecting device, Mr. Cannon.
And then we will administer various forms of stimulation, until we get an
appropriate sample.  Once that's done, and the sample has proven to be
viable, you'll be free to go."

Davey turned to Harris.  "Appropriate stimulation?"  Harris smiled and
patted his arm.  "I'm your appropriate stimulation davey.  Trust me."

They put davey in a hospital type gown, and he lay on a table.  They
attached the machine, with one attendant joking. "I see you're ready,"
which didn't do davey much good.    "I'll leave you to your own.  There
is an electric stimulator, situated below you.  You can adjust it to
whatever position, or strength you prefer.  If it doesn't help, we can
provide more tools."

Harris looked at davey.  "Lay back.  Now, just let me get my mouth on
your ear, and I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do to you tonight.

"Yes sir.  Do that."

"This handsome school administrator is going to come home.  All dressed
up in his white oxford, and his dress pants, not knowing that this rough,
leather clad daddy let himself in the house earlier that day and is
waiting.  He's weariing gloves, and he grabs our administrator, covering
his mouth with a leather gloved hand.  The administrator smells the
glove, and is torn between desire, and fear.  He struggles, but the man
is too strong for him, and soon he's tied up, gagged with a glove in
between his lips, and the necktie he wore that day, tied holding it in
place.  The leather man begins slooowly unbuttoning his shirt."

"Yes sir.  Yes sir.. What happens next.  OH GOD. I'm so hard.  I think
I'm dripping.

"Then the leather man takes his bare hand, and begins working our
administrator's nipple. He whispers to him  "never noticed me, did you
handsome?  Well, you're gonna notice me after tonight. "  "He chews the
administrator's ear lobe, and calls him his boy."

"OH shit sir.  I'm so close.   Does he?  Does he?"

"He pushes the boy's legs in the air, and he begins licking his balls,
licking his cock , circling the boy's cockhead with his tongue.  Then he
shows him the size of his own HUGE cock, and

"OH GOD SIR.  OH GOD.  THANK YOU.  THEY HAVE A SAMPLE THEY HAVE A
SAMPLE."

Apparently, the tech was watching and he came in.  "Indeed we do." He
turned to Harris.  "I heard enough of it to say:  'that was HOT"

He  released davey from the machine.  "Mr. Cannon, we'll let you know
about the results in anywhere from 72-96 hours." He paused. "Although, to
be honest - and I did NOT say this - if those critters don't do the job,
well , nothing will."

Harris was laughing all the way home.   Davey was silent.  "I never even
touched you davey boy.  I never even touched you.   Davey got red, but he
was silent.  Harris began running his hand over davey's right leg.  He
was wearing shorts.

"Now, ONE of us got to shoot today, davey, I hope you know what it
means."

"It means I want pizza tonight, SIR."

Harris laughed. "you'll get pizza after sausage. Now when we get home,
you'll change into the outfit I described as best as you can.  CLEAR?

"Yes sir.  Will you be.."
"Yes davey.  I'll put on my leather."

When they got home , davey nearly ran into the house.  It was late, and
it was quiet.  He ran into their bedroom.  In ten minutes, he came out of
the bedroom, in a white button down oxford, loosened rep tie, and blue
chinos. "

"Oh my.  I'd stalk you in THAT outfit davey."

Harris went in and got into his full leather.  Davey looked at him and
gulped. "I'm hard again Sir. "

"GOOD.  Now, why don't I go hide, while you come home from work?"

Davey came in through the front door and walked to the bedroom. Harris
grabbed him, a hand over his mouth, and the other arm, pinning his arms
behind him.  Davey struggled, but Harris was much too strong for him.
"WELL WELL WELL.  Look at this pretty boy who just came home.  JUST what
I was looking for tonight. "   Harris dropped his hand from davey's mouth
to his cock, and grabbed.

"WANNA LOSE THESE"

"NO, No Sir.  Not at all.  "

"Then on the bed.  Like a starfish."

Yes sir.  I'll do it.  Please don't hurt me."

Harris had davey secured in minutes. He pulled off the glove and rubbed
it over davey's lips. "OPEN YOUR MOUTH BOI."  When davey resisted, Harris
grabbed his crotch again, and then shoved in the glove.  Then he slowly
undid davey's tie, and wrapped it over the glove, making sure to open two
buttons on davey's shirt.  "Now, look at this handsome, helpless man we
have here.  Know what's gonna happen?"  Davey shook his head no, and
MMMPH came out of his mouth.

"I'm gonna FUCK you handsome.  I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you're gonna
cry.  And you're gonna love it. "
Davey shook his head no, yelling "MMMPH MMMPHMMMPH"  as Harris expertly
finished unbuttoning his shirt.  His mouth fell to davey's nips, and
davey just moaned, and his squirming stopped.

"Oh, you're gonna be easy boi.  You're just gonna be the easiest boi I
fucked in the last month. "

Davey tried to shake his head "NO " again, but he didn't.  He had begun
to pant, especially as Harris had opened his pants and pulled davey's
cock into the air.

"Hmmm.  Someone is as excited as I am."  He opened his own pants.  "But
only ONE of these cocks is gonna get a really good blow job.  Know which
one it is, handsome?"

Davey hesitated, before shaking his head yes.   Harris chuckled.  "I'll
take the gag away, but if you don't beg for cock, it's going back on.

"PLEASE SIR.  PLEASE FILL MY MOUTH WITH COCK.  LET ME GET YOU MOIST AND
READY TO TAKE MY TIGHT ASS."

"Oh, is your ass tight boi?"

"Yes sir.  There's only one man who's ever had it."

"OH, and what a lucky man he must be..." Harris moved his penis to
davey's lips.  The man hungrily took his dominant husband's cock in his
mouth and sucked like he was a starving man.  Harris began to moan.

OH YES.  That is a FINE blowjob, fucktoi."  He pushed back and forth,
deliberately gagging davey a few times as he did.  Davey's eyes told
Harris when he had had enough, and he pulled it out so that davey could
gasp.  "FUCK ME SIR. PLEASE MAKE ME YOUR FUCK SLAVE.  DRILL ME LIKE A
DENTIST .  FUCK ME.  FUCK ME HARD."

Harris chuckled as he went to davey's ass.  "Drill me like a dentist.
You're hanging out with too many high schoolers."  Still, his cock was
moist, and he entered davey (they had given up the condoms a few weeks
before. ).  He began pounding the man, the man he loved, and whom he
loved to fuck.

"OH GEEZ.  That hurts so good Sir.  That hurts so good.  I need you.  I
need you in me.  Take this bottom boi.  FUCK HIM.  FUCK ME.  FUCK ME
SIR.  FUUUUUUUUUCK ME.'

Harris smiled, released, and the jizz filled davey's ass.  "OH YES SIr.
YES SIR  BREED ME.  BREED ME LIKE A FINE RACEHORSE."

Harris lay down next to him and stroked his belly.  "More like a fine,
thoroughbread lamb, studmuffin.  My davey lamb. " He undid the restraints
and it was hard to tell who grabbed the other, harder, and faster.

"My davey lamb"
"My hungry wolf."

They hugged, in silence , for a few minutes.  It seemed both were
thinking about the ramifications of what davey had done today."  Harris
smiled.  He ran his finger around davey's navel, which always made davey
smile.

"As we lay here, davey, you're becoming a father."

Indeed, during their lovemaking, some of davey's sperm made their way to
their target eggs.  Without either of them knowing 'for sure,' little
daveys were forming in a Petri dish about 75 miles away.  How many?   Who
cared?     They'd find out in  3 days.  For now, though, they slept
wrapped in each others arms.

In the next room, Paul said to Mike  "one day, I hope I can love you half
as much as daddy Richard loves daddy davey."