Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2020 19:57:17 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Mr Harris and davey meet again- installment 48 Richard had arranged for the family's luggage - which increased every day - to be shipped to Venice separately. He remembered the complicated logistics of Venetian travel, and the last thing he wanted was a crew of "unhappy campers" arriving in this magical city. Carla, who had been through it with him, was in agreement. "We'll be taking the train, Richard? So everyone can see?" "Of course , of course. You think I'd let that opportunity pass?" Carla smiled. "I think you know. When I visit Venice, I fill up like a chalice." Indeed, Richard DID know that. There was something about that city that impacted Carla like nothing else. Paris? Certainly. But Venice? It had always been as if someone had just replaced all of her innards with new ones. He had a feeling - just a hunch - that davey might feel the same way. As they settled into the train - one of the newer ones, 1st class, and lovely, Richard smiled and spoke to Paul "The pizza in Venice is not going to be as good as what you've had Paul. I just want you to know?" "HUH? Why not? " "Well, no wood fires allowed in Venice. The city is too fragile. So you'll get pizza closer to what you get at home." "That's fine with me," Paul smiled. "I've been wanting a Big Mac since we got here." Mike rolled his eyes. Paul saw it and said to Mike "Just because you've been getting a big mac every day doesn't mean I did." Mike blushed as red as one of the chioggia beets of the area, especially when he saw the smiles. "I've been getting my share too, Mike. I'm not complaining," davey jumped in. Richard took notice. Davey could always come up with a one liner, but he never spoke about their private sex life. He answered, but he never started that conversation. Hmmm. was he right about Venice?" "OH WOW. LOOK AT THAT!" They were getting close to "La Serenissima," and Paul and davey were gawking at the way the city was laid out: For folks who had lived in a landlocked, flat community all their lives, the water, the broken terrain, it was all fascinating. "Sir, you said no wheels in the city. How is the train going to get in?" "It's not." Richard smiled. "I'm keeping the rest a secret." When they got off the train , davey just breathed in and looked around. Did Richard hear him whisper "i'm home." ? Davey went over and held Carla's hand. "You didn't prepare me for this. OH. MY. GOD." Paul saw the boats : the vaporetti, the water taxis, and excitedly cried "I GOT IT. WE'RE TAKING A BOAT TO THE HOTEL." "That's right. And here comes our taxi. Everybody in." Traversing the Venetian hobby is an adventure. The water stretches out as far as you can see, and the buildings, old - no, ancient - but majestic - it's like nothing else. There was silence over this usually very noisy group. As the disembarked, Carla whispered to davey "You and me... We'll take a walk t ogether before we leave." "Si. Certo." Davey answered in Italian. He surprised himself. Maybe he had heard Richard use the word. Their luggage had arrived before them, so they could get cleaned up, and get a late lunch . When Richard and davey got to their room, though, Richard came out of the bathroom, and came over to where davey was staring out the window. He encircled the man from behind, and whispered "Lunch, or.... a nap?" Before davey could answer, he gently rubbed his unshaven chin over the lamb tattoo. Davey leaned back into him. "Are you going to be Ralph, or Lupo, Sir?" Richard chuckled. "your choice." "Lupo Sir. I need Lupo. OH. Do I need you to just... take charge." "Heh heh heh. Just call me Doge Harris," Richard joked, using the name for the old time ruler of Venice. "Doge. I like that Sir. I think I'm going to name him.." he unzipped Harris pants "Signore Doge," and then he got on his knees to start sucking his husband. It wasn't what Richard had in mind, but hell, he wasn't gonna say no. Davey got to work. It was something about Italy. He slowed down, and his sucking had slowed down too. He teased Richard's cock, moving up and down very, VERY slowly. And then he looked up at him. "Lupo, if you think I'm gonna let you cum in my mouth, you're wrong. Put me on the bed and FUCK ME. NOW' Richard pushed his lips against davey's, and slowly moved him backward. He gently got on top, and davey growled. "NO. BE THE WOLF. BE THE WOLF." Richard responded by tearing open davey's Italian shirt - they'd repair it at home, and diving onto his nips. He gritted his teeth. "You haven't kept yourself shaved here, davey boy. " He pushed his knee into davey's crotch." "No Signore. No. I haven't. I need to be punished. " He grimaced as Harris grabbed his balls and squeezed. "Spanking is for boys. You're not a boy. " "Who am I sir?" Harris tore at his pants. 'MY BITCH." "FUCK YES! Davey yelled as Harris got him undressed and slid in, hard. "OH FUCK. THAT WASN'T LIKE THE TRAIN STOPPING SIR. " Davey's energy had seeped into Richard and he fucked him, HARD. So hard that davey's moans became just a garble of swallowed syllables. "KISS ME SIR. PLEASE KISS ME WHEN YOU CUM." Harris leaned over. He locked lips as davey sucked in his tongue and tightened his sphincter. The result? An orgasm like none other in Italy. Downstairs at the dining room, as Carla gathered everyone for lunch, she smiled. "I think the boys will be late." She, Sam and Mike were having a seafood risotto. You can guess what Paul ordered. Carla had suggested a short nap before they went out that night, and since train fatigue had grabbed everyone, she had no argument. Back in their room , as she cuddled into Sam, he kissed her and smiled. "I haven't seen you this happy since our wedding day, lady." She kissed her husband back. "Don't ever make me choose between you and Venice, love." He laughed. "Oh really? Well.. I have certain things that Venice doesn't have." In their room, Paul turned to Mike "Richard was right. The pizza was definitely inferior." "Better than American though, right?" "Definitely. Now, about that big Mac...." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx Nap time didn't interfere with anyone's eating dinner except for Paul, who seemed to always be hungry. Venetians eat late, and Richard had actually made a reservation at a restaurant on one of the surrounding islands : Burano. It was off the tourist track, and he remembered Emilio from years ago. When he had contacted the restaurant, he learned that Emilio was still there, but hosted rather than cooked. His nephews, Stefano and Christoforo, were co-chefs. And again, there was no menu. The meal was based on what the fishermen had caught that day. Riding the vaporetto over, Carla came over to davey, who seemed very lost in thought, as he watched the waves, the other boats, the bridges. "Davey, do you feel like you've come home?" He looked at Carla, startled "YES. How did you know?" She smiled. "It took me a bit of time to put it together, but Patrizia is the one who gave me the key. Remember when she talked about the sadness in your eyes?" "Oh yes. Very much so. I've been thinking about that since then." "Look into my eyes, davey." He did. He never had. But yes, he saw it. Behind her irises, he DID feel like there was sadness. Unbelievable sadness. His voice dropped. "You have it too," and she shook her head. He closed his eyes, and then said "Carla, are we related?" She smiled again. "We WERE. Here. In Venice. Brother and sister. Tomorrow, we'll take a walk, as brother and sister. And I'll tell you all about the commedia troupe." "HUH?" "We were orphaned. There's the sadness. And we were in an acting troupe. Until I became promessa sposa, and had to move with my husband. We'll talk more." Emilio recognized Richard immediately, and broke into Venetian Italian, which Richard did not understand, before he laughed, and switched to Florentine. Richard introduced everyone, and even Paul could tell that he was asking if the kitchen could make a pizza for Paul that night." "Si, but it must be seafood." Mike made the old joke about how to Paul, all food was "see food: he sees it, it's food," which produced groans, and a "look" from Paul. Still , they sat down at the meal, which seemed to include at least 14 courses, and every variety of seafood known to man. Davey winced when he was served something called "cecalo." "It looks like a bug," he wrinkled his nose, and stared. Carla laughed. "Well, it DOES mean cicada davey, but it's just a big shrimp: a mantis shrimp." "And they're MEAN," Paul added. "I wrote a paper on them. We had to write about an animal that was unusual, and I picked mantis shrimp. They're smart, and MEAN." "I know a few like that," Richard said. "But never mind, let's eat." Stefano came over at one point and told them that he hated to break up their dinner, but the vaporetti would stop running in another half hour, so they just had time to get on the last one and get back. "Next time, we'll have to book rooms here, folks. I think we ALL love this place." Indeed, Burano was known for the bright colors of its houses, and so many other things. It's where "non tourists" took their vacation." On the way back on the ferry, davey came over to Richard. He linked his arm in his. "Can you hold me Richard? Can we just be Richard and davey for a little while?" "Well of course. What's going on , sweetpea?" "Richard, do you believe in reincarnation?" He laughed. "Well, the short answer is 'no.' But the longer answer is: Carla does, and her arguments sound awfully convincing at times. If she feels you've been reincarnated, you should listen to her." Davey did something he rarely did. He reached up and initiated a kiss. "Have I told you on this trip how much I love you?" Richard smiled. "You tell me every day. But tell me again." He initiated the next kiss. "Tomorrow you and Carla are taking a walk- after we have our gondola ride. I'll hang out with the boys. You two should explore this place. You'll could not be in better hands." And that night, davey was in the best arms he could be, as Richard held him close. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx Paul was terribly excited by all the pastries that were available at breakfast. Mike was amused as he came to the table with four different ones. Richard , notwithstanding Carla's glare, had taken two. "We're eating like Italians, Carla." "You're eating like an Italian VILLAGE, Richard. WAIT until we get back." For davey, for whom cappuccino was something new, it was all almost overwhelming. There was a server, a young man, with hair like a sunflower, who led him through the buffet, pointing out what was better than other things. When he came to the table , davey said he thought the waiter was coming on to him. "That's Italian charm, davey. " Richard answered him. "Believe me, as a young American, I thought EVERY Italian man was coming on to me. Some were, but most weren't." "Their loss, husband," davey said, and blushed. "Ok, so after breakfast, we're going to have our gondola ride, so everyone get freshened up. Then, davey and Carla are gonna go visit some of Carla's favorite places, and we guys will go see the Doge's Palace, La piazza di San Marco, and some other things. How about a meet up at, say 1500 hours? Mike whispered to Paul "that's Italian time for 3pm" Paul elbowed him. "ITS FRENCH TIME TOO SMARTY PANTS. I KNEW IT." They all COULD have fit on one gondola, but they decided to rent two. Sam took the two young men, while Richard, davey and Carla took the second one. While the gondolier paddled, davey closed his eyes. He "saw" things that he KNEW he couldn't be remembering, because they didn't happen. He was putting on a costume, and a mask. And then he was on stage, with a woman, wearig a mask - CARLA. " He wanted to keep his eyes closed, but also, he wanted "out " of this dream. The gondolier began to sing one of the bacarolles - the boat songs all the gondoliers knew. Davey joined in, and Richard looked at him and then at Carla. She smiled. Davey knew ALL the words. "OH MY GOD . Where did that come from? HUH???" Richard smiled at the gondolier "Ancora" Another one. The gondolier complied, and again , davey joined in. Carla looked at him with an "I told you so," look." When they got off the gondolas, davey was a little shaken. "I'm going to take your husband for another cappuccino and then we're going to the Mask Street, Richard, ok?" Richard smiled. "I trust you." "Andiamo davey. ANDIAMO", and off they went. Carla knew the nooks and crannies of Venice as well as most people, and she found a street lined with stores that sold masks. "I saw those. They're from - what do they call it - Carnevale?" "That's right " Carla added. The day before Lent. Everyone wears one. You're supposed to get one that fits your personality. Let's go look." They strolled for quite a while until davey found his - the doctor's mask, with the long nose. Pure white. "Oh davey, that's a good one. The best actors played the doctor. " He tried it on, and Carla laughed. "Should I wear it to bed with Richard?" "Hmmmm. Not sure." They both had the idea at the same time. 'LETS GET A RICHARD MASK TOO." First, they found Carla's: "La vecchia," the old woman, the one who knew everything, and then they searched for one for Richard "There it is Carla! He loves looking at the moon." "He does davey, and it's beautiful." It was a gold colored moon, decorated with lots of flourishes. "You give it to him tonight. Or this afternoon. We'll probably nap." "Carla, about the reincarnation. You really think?" Carla sighed, and held davey's arm tighter. "You remember how quickly we hit it off, davey?" "OH YES. I do. You made it so easy for me to be part of the house Carla. I was so new to all of it. " She laughed. "Yes, I remember. For awhile, we would call you "Richard's bunny," because you looked like a scared rabbit." "I DO like carrots." "Seriously davey, I do think we were part of the same family , probably here. When Richard told us about you, I felt a jolt when I did my evening meditation. So I did something you're not supposed to do: I threw my own tarot. It said that a family member was coming back home. I was confused, since, well, my family is all gone. Then when you walked in, I felt it: the cards didn't tell me from what LIFE. " She smiled. "Are you happy with us, davey?" He teared up a little. "I don't say it to everyone else. Yes, you've all made me feel like, well, I got the family I didn't have. Richard of course, is special, but so are all of you. Even Jason." Carla laughed a little. "You know, Jason told Richard he should cancel the debt right away, since Richard had clearly found 'the one' Davey's eyes got bigger, and Carla shook her head yes. Then she sighed "Davey, the sadness is never going to leave our eyes. I think I know why it's there, but I'm too afraid to look too deeply into it. Let's just enjoy THIS life. Let's go back to our men." Davey smiled. "Sounds good to me." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx Back in the hotel, after everyone had caught up, and had an Italian apertivo (with lots of laughs at davey's first sip of campari), they returned to their rooms. Davey took the box out of his bag. "Sir. Richard. I found something today that suited you, I think." He handed Richard the mask. "OH, davey. La luna. The moon. And this one.. OH, THIS one. Look at the details. It's special. " He smiled. "Like you." "Like both of us Sir." "Another round davey?" "Ralph this time? Ok Sir." "il cane di pastore. Rafaele. Raffy. The sheepdog." He nuzzled at davey's neck until the man began to sigh. He put his hands behind his lover, and began massaging his ass cheeks. "So soft. So sweet. And they're mine." "Yes Sir. Si signore. Il mio Doge." Davey took the lead, and took Richard's hand, leading him into the bedroom. He lay down on his side, and then pulled Richard on top of him. "Maybe I want the wolf too Sir. I don't know." Richard smiled. "I feel more like an eager puppy right now davey..." He nibbled davey's ears , and this time he unbuttoned davey's shirt instead of ripping it opened. He kissed davey's torso, all the way down to the band on his shorts, before he pulled them down. He licked at davey's cock before he rolled him over. "Doggie style, canino mio. My puppy" He slid one finger, then two, into davey, and then spread his legs. Richard didn't think he had the energy, but he did. His own cock began to swell. "Tongue, love?" "YES SIR. PLEASE. " Richard was happy to oblige, and got davey nice and wet. Then he pointed his cock at the entrance and whispered "I love you, babe. Whatever incarnation this is." "I'll look for you if I come back sir. Right now... I don't want to look, I just want to feel . Take me Ralph." Richard laughed, as he went into davey, slowly, savoring every moan, every "YES," as his lover took him in. Richard realized that he hadn't really "savored" topping davey since the beginning. Italy was bringing that back. Oh, it was such a joy to be here, and there were only a few days more. Davey tried to contract his ass cheeks, but in that position, Richard could hold them apart. "Nah nah nah. You're gonna get the FULL Ralph treatment, davey boy. I've seen sheepdogs fuck. It can go on for hours." "Sir, I have to sit at a dinner table tonight." Richard stopped after 20 minutes. His orgasm was tremendous, but not as big as davey's, who needed extra time to clean up before they met up with the others for dinner.