Date: Mon, 3 Aug 2020 13:29:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Mr Harris and davey meet again- installment 49

The group had just a few more days left in Venice:  two full ones, and
then they would leave very early the next morning.  They had booked two
water taxis to get to the airport, and Richard had already arranged for
the not insubstantial amount of luggage from the trip, to be shipped
separately.

He and davey had gotten back to their hotel room after another day sight
seeing - this time including the weird and wonderful cemetary island
Isola di San Michele.  Burial in Venice is not permitted, and all burials
are done on an island dedicated solely to that purpose.  For Carla, the
visit was a must.  Paul and Sam stayed behind, looking for a soccer game
to watch, and they found one at the university.  Now, everyone was
back.

On the way back to the hotel,  the normally frugal davey had done more
shopping, this time for an intensely pink shirt that he fell in love
with.  He was in the bathroom, trying it on,  while Richard caught up on
emails from home.

"OH GOODNESS.  Davey, I'll have to share this tonight.  Travis has asked
when we're getting back.  He wants to pick us up."  Richard looked up
from his laptop.  "He says he has a very big surprise for us."

"REALLY?  Well, with Travis, that can be anything from a new hair color
to..... SIR, do you think he got married?"
Richard laughed  "TRAVIS?  I think that's about as likely to happen as me
going on a date with some college girl."
"Maybe we should make a bet Sir:  winner picks what we do in bed for a
week?"
Again Richard laughed.  "What kind of bet is that?  We'll both pick the
same thing."

Davey came out of the bathroom, in his new shirt.
"I think I'm going to have to add some miles to my running Sir.  This
shirt SHOULD fit me... loosely.  But..."  Indeed, the shirt was snug.
"I think it looks fine on you davey.  Fits you nicely."
Davey laughed.  "RICHARD.  I used to have a runner's body.  Now I have a
DAD body."
"Well, you ARE going to be a DAD."
Davey began to look at him archly.  "SIR.  You're not getting it!  I'm
gonna be so slow."
Richard got up and walked behind davey.  "Hmmm.  Your ass is still as
pretty as it was. " Then he surprised davey by taking him in a bear
hug.
"And if you're slower, it's harder to get away from me."  He ran his
tongue over davey's ear.  Davey moaned.
"When have I ever tried to get away from you Sir?"  As Richard began
nibbling his ear, he swooned  "OH GOD.  You know what that does to me."
Richard whispered  "You tried to get away from me for 20 years.  But
now... I"ve GOT you, and I'm not giving you up."  He let davey's arms out
of the bear hug, but only so he could dig his fingers into davey's ribs.
"STAPP.  STAPP.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  I didn't know you were looking for
me.  STAPP.  "
Richard picked davey up off the floor and tossed him on the bed.  Davey
smiled, and moved his neck to the side, so Richard could nestle in.
"Dad body, runner body, I don't care.."  He arched and kissed davey.
"And you SHOULD have a dad body.  You're gonna be a dad, young man."
"Will you still love me if I lose my hair and get REALLY fat, Sir?"
Richard looked at him.  "No, but you won't.  " Then he began tickling
davey REALLY hard.  "Because Carla'll feed you the way she feeds ME, and
your hair is never gonna thin out.'"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  GOD. PLEASE DON'T DO MY FEET TOO SIR. DON'T.'
"Nah.  I'm just gonna do your lips."  He kissed davey,   "And then your
ass.   I want that sweet running daddy ass."

"MMMM.  Take me topman.  Take me. "  Richard slid down his pants, and put
his cock in front of davey's mouth.  Both of them knew, without saying
it, that tomorrow, things would be too tight for any kind of love making,
and the next day, with the flight taking so many hours... This was their
last love making for a few days .  They were going to make the most of
it. "

"We have anything to tie me down, Sir?"  davey asked.
"Hmmm.  Mind some of my socks?"
"Save one for my mouth. "
Harris laughed as he tied both of davey's wrists to the bed, and then
rolled up a sock to put in his mouth.  Then he got to work.  He nibbled
on davey's nips, before he began licking his whole, sweaty torso.  He
whispered.
"I love this body.  Man body, runners body, dad body, davey body.  I love
it all."
MMMPH MMMPHMMMPH."  davey's sounds were like a lamb's, as Harris just
devoured him.
"Here in Venice, I like to think of you as veal rather than lamb davey
boy.  But mostly, I just like to think of you as HOT."  He pulled off
davey's pants, and began fingering his butt.  As much as davey liked
getting fucked, he liked this part of it better.  His moans were almost
like a lion - the lion of Venice, purring - as Harris' experienced
fingers opened him up, and stroked his balls.  Davey was hard.  His cockn
was pinker than his shirt. Harris stroked it, pumping up and down on
it.

"Wonder how much juice I'm gonna get from this piece of fruit.  But let
me make sure the shirt is out of the way.  Let's not spoil it on first
use."   He pushed davey's opened shirt to the side, and began jerking
him.  When davey was as hard as he thought he could get, he took some of
the pre-cum, rubbed it on his own hard cock, and slid into davey.

As davey moaned,  Harris growled.  "I know I say this a lot, but I mean
it:  waiting 20 years, was worth it.  It was SO FUCKING WORTH IT"  He
tried to prolong their love making, but he couldn't.  When davey had
walked out of that bathroom, in that beautiful shirt,  Harris was filled
with a hunger he couldn't control.  Getting davey to shoot, with his sock
in his mouth, was just gravy.

He pulled the sock out of davey's mouth, and as he moved to the bed post,
davey begged him
"Please don't untie me Sir.  Strip for me.  Let me see my man's dad
body.  Let me see you all at once, in the light, in that BEAUTIFUL
Venetian sun.  I wanna remember that.  A picture in my mind.  Nothing on
the phone.  NO.  Just for me."

Richard had felt many things during the time with davey.  He had never
felt , well, flattered.  He smiled, and without putting any "camp" into
it, just stripped very slowly.  No posing, no nothing, just  an honest
undressing. And a slow walk to his bound husband.

"How was that sweet man." Then he kissed him.
"Oh Sir.  If you knew, if you only knew, how your body just drives me
crazy. How I just want it on top of me, in me, beside me.  I just don't
want to be away from you. "
"And you won't be davey boy. Davey dad.  davey man."  Richard lay on top
of him as they took the short nap before dinner that had become standard
while they were here.

"Hugging you when I sleep Sir, is wonderful.  But this.. OH MAN.  I'm in
heaven."
Davey thought Richard heard.  He always fell asleep quickly and this was
no exception. Davey, bound as he was, followed him into dream land pretty
quickly.

Anyone who has been on an extended vacation knows about that feeling, as
the vacaton is ending, when you're trying not to be sad, and trying to
hold onto everything good that happened.  That was the atmosphere at the
little family's dinner that night.  Carla had everyone amused by modeling
a pair of sun glasses she had splurged on during the day.

"I can't really believe I spend 100 Euros on these . REALLY?  It's never
THAT sunny at home, and.."
Davey looked at her  "Carla, wear them for me.  Maybe if we have a chance
we'll look tomorrow and I'll get a matching set.  We can walk through
downtown like two jetsetters."
Davey wore athletic sunglasses when he ran and coached.  Designer
sunglasses were something that didn't "fit" his personality, but everyone
else at that table had the sense that the davey who was coming back, was
not the davey who had left.

"davey dad, your girls should be along soon shouldn't they?"  Paul
asked.  "I can't wait to see my new sisters."
"This boy is becoming a man, and a fine one,"  Richard thought.  "He's
trying to push things to what we're looking forward to.  And people won't
see the trick because, well, it's Paul."
Davey smiled.  "I know.  I'm dying to see the kids.  I check every day to
see if there's any progress.  They tell me  "things are happening the way
they should be.  Just relax Mr. Cannon."
Richard laughed  "which is the WORST thing they can tell you, isn't it?"
Davey put his chin on his hand.  "Pretty much, Sir.  Pretty much."
"Stop worrying if you can, Davey.  You're going to have two, lovely
daughters,"  Carla added."It's about time I wasn't the only one in the
house with two X chromosomes."

And so it went, through the night.   At one point, Mikel, who had been
very quiet throughout the trip, came over and whispered something into
davey's ear.  Davey smiled and shook his head. He wasn't giving anything
away.

"OOOH. Venice is the city of intrigue.  "  Richard turned to Paul and
smiled.
"I think we may have to take these two off and interrogate them for the
truth"
"Sounds like fun to me.  "  He looked at Mike.  "I haven't.."
"DON'T SAY IT AT THE TABLE," Carla began laughing.
They had finished up their dessert, and Richard suggested maybe a walk
around the city.  As couples.  And off they went.  And as he and davey
wandered off, arm in arm, davey asked him
"Do you think things happen for a reason Sir?"
"I do.  I do indeed."
"Any idea what the reason was that  it took us 20 years to reconnect."
A deep sigh from Richard.  "Oh, I don't know.  Maybe we had to grow so
that it could work, maybe it was to test us to see if it was something
that could work.  I don't know."  He stopped and smiled at davey.
"You know, love,  some time ago you lamented the loss of 20 years.  I
have to think of it another way.  I have to think of it as happening at a
time when we could really know what we wanted, and focus on US, and not
other things. "   They were passing one of the fountains in the city, and
davey gestured to sit down.
"Can we just look at the moon, Sir?  And the stars.  Like we do at home."
"OF COURSE.  It's a great idea."
As they sat there, and just breathed, davey said  "you know, one of the
things that has very much been on my mind, Sir.  " He clutched Richard's
hand.  "That's the same moon we see at home.  It's the same stars.  Yet,
they look different.  You wouldn't think they're the same ."  He
paused.
"I don't know what to make of it, but I just keep on thinking, "they're
the same but not the same."
Richard pulled davey closer.  "And you know, it's the same about us,
davey.  You're not the same person here as you are at home, by any
stretch of the imagination .  In many ways, you belong there.  " He
paused.  "But you belong at home, too.  We both do. "
Davey stared at him.  "Can we come back Sir?  Just us."
"OF COURSE we can.  As soon as the schedules permit, we'll come back.
Just us.  You and me.  Here, or somewhere else in Italy, or both, or
somewhere else.. As soon as we can."
"I love you Richard.  If we weren't already married, I'd propose to you
right now."
Richard smiled.  "And I'd accept."
davey rubbed the back of Richard's neck.  "How much of a different person
are you Sir?"
"Hmmm. Well.  "
"I have a specific question.  Are you different enough to make love twice
in five hours?"
Richard laughed  "OH, that's not a different me when it comes to you."
An grin came across davey's face.  "You're gonna have to prove that."

When they got back to the hotel, Richard proved he could.  And davey felt
it most of the next morning.