Davey was sleeping peacefully, and happily, on top of Richard's wolf tattoo. From time to time his eyes would flicker open and he'd see the wolf's face. It gave him a mild shot of arousal: he loved when Richard just took him without any second thought - just like a wolf taking a lamb. He cuddled into his husband. Date night had been brilliant. He knew that, for Richard it was the date he had never had. For davey, it was, too, but on a deeper level. There was no question Richard knew that he was attracted to other boys, other men. Davey had been so buried in doing track, and Heather had kept him so occupied when he had free time, that he never really gave any thought to what he wanted. He just tried to "be a good boy," and suppressed everything. Richard had opened him up, in more ways than one. He loved Richard. Period. Occasionally, he asked himself: did he miss topping another man? The answer was always no. He LOVED when Richard took charge, dominated him, treated him like a sub. But he only did that in the bedroom. Out of that room, davey always felt like he was an equal. He felt Richard's lips on his. "Hey. No one I'd rather share morning bread with than my davey." He kissed him again "Oh, Morning, stud. I was thinking about us, and I didn't even see your eyes open.
Richard looked at davey with such tenderness. "you know, davey, any time I close my eyes, I see your face. And I just want you to be nearby so I can kiss you. " He kissed him again. "Time for a little morning....?" He didn't finish, and he didn't wait for davey's answer. He just rolled him over and began nibbling on "the spot," as davey called it. The place on his neck where the lamb tattoo sat. The tattoo DID make his neck more sensitive and Richard exploited it, every chance he could. "'
"Sir, you're making me so.... wet..." davey gasped out. "And you're making me.. hard. " He began toying with davey's nip. He whispered "we don't wanna wake up the kids I guess, " and laughed. Davey's hips began to arch. Richard had found the EXACT spot on his right nipple that drove him crazy, and he knew it He began to whine and moan. When Richard added more pressure to the scruffing on his tattoo, davey thought he was gonna faint. "OH SHIT SIR. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME TODAY?" Richard laughed. "JUST getting you ready for that rough world out there. Davey gasped "I want you to fuck me SIR. I want you to control me. Like at the start. " Richard made a stern face. "Then roll over BITCH." "YES SIR." Davey got on his belly, pointing up his butt. Richard was wondering if the kids had discovered the joy of ass eating. Then he pushed that thought out of his head. Better not to know... yet... " He split davey's cheeks. "Just like a nice, ripe peach" he whispered as he dug in his tongue. "OH GOD YES. Take that bottom butt, Sir. Let me know who's boss. " Richard stopped, and began to finger davey's hole. "Is there a question about that? Do we have to review?" He ran his finger around his husband's hole. "NO Sir. None. You're in control. Always. " He could feel Richards cock head right at the entrance of his ass. But Richard wasn't pushing in. Davey backed up, and Richard pulled away. It happened two more times before davey moaned. "PLEASE SIR. I need it." "Yes, you do. And you're gonna get it. After I hear two words; "I submit." "OH Sir. I SUBMIT. I submit always. I'm yours..." Davey didn't get any other words out, as Richard tore into him deep. It was what davey wanted so badly. He hadn't told Richard about an appointment he had that day with a fertility doctor. And that appointment went out of his head as Richard took him, hard, and deep, davey getting hard underneath him. "YES SIR. I'M YOURS. I WANT YOU I WANT YOU IN ME..." An evil thought went through his head, and he squeezed his anal muscles, and Richard lost control. "YOU FUCKING STUD BOTTOM. SHIT.... " Davey could feel the cum pouring into him. Richard bent down and nibbled his ear, and that pushed davey right over the edge. His voice got shrill and high, and the jizz poured out of him too. He gasped for breath, and Richard pulled him close. "Morning exercise is important. "
Davey hadn't spoken about what he was doing at all. He had been researching IVF thoroughly, and had learned a lot. Today was his first visit to an IVF doctor, who might be able to answer his questions. He knew there would be a follow up to determine if his sperm were, well, "lively" and then the long term planning would have to begin. He was optimistic: He was gonna be a father! He knew it!
Richard was lost in his own world too. Since Paul had joined their little family, and had shown the affinity for French he did - notwithstanding everything Carla seemed to be doing to kill it !- he had been thinking about a family trip. Mike had seen Paris when he was in school in Poland, and he and Carla had spent a marvelous month there, years ago, but davey, as far as he knew, had never even been out of the state. Paul certainly hadn't. Could he time all of this so that they could visit? He knew his old friend Pierre had that big, sprawling place just outside of Paris where they could stay. Would Carla and Sam be willing to go? More to think about, but not today. Lawanda's report on staffing was dismal: they would be down enough people today, that Richard would have to put on his old chef whites. And he wanted to meet Otto's father, and have a quick talk.
"Paul.... Mike... You're going to be late for school and work. UP AND AT EM" Carla's clear and strict voice poured into the bedroom. They didn't do anything she hadn't seen before, but privacy was privacy , so she moved the door so that she was behind it when she called in. Sometimes, she would catch a look at Mike's horror stricken face as he'd rush to get his robe. Paul, on the other hand - maybe because of the wrestling team - had no qualms. "Yeah Ma. One second. Let me find something clean to wear." Paul didn't work at the restaurant anymore, and the loss of the wrestling team had taken structure away from him. Mike had come up with the brilliant idea that a guy as physically strong as Paul should be around athletic stuff. He now had a part time job at the local gym. He'd go in, clean up the weights, the junk that guys left around, mop up the locker and occasionally, hold his nose and clean up the sauna. If anyone thought that his dads , he , Mike and Travis, were the only gay guys in town... well, he could tell a tale or two. " Mike came up from behind and gave him a hug. "Hey, my beast. You still wanna help me shop after school today. " Mike reached down to cup Paul's cock. It usually made Paul giggle, and today was no exception. "You betcha. I can't wait to see how hot you look in some new duds." He whirled around and caught Mike with a big French kiss. 'WORK. SCHOOL. PLAY. IN THAT ORDER"
came Carla's clear voice. They could smell the toast at the table - was there bacon too? Paul thought. He was a ravenous eater. Carla's food was the only thing that could separate him from Mike, and it did so this time, too.
Richard got to the restaurant, where Lawanda was already at work. She was laughing "You're gonna line cook today. This may be worth filming for one of those comedy reels: how NOT to run a restaurant." "Golly, La, thanks for the vote of confidence. " "No seriously, chief, I appreciate it. I'm gonna have you working the fish station. Three items on the lunch menu, nothing too hard. I hope I don't have to drag you here tonight too. "Glad to do it if you do, ma'am. Hey... I need to talk to the new guy. " "OH yeah, Fleming. His first name is Ralph, but we have a Ralph already, so I use his last name. Go get whited up, and I'll call him. " Richard got on his cooking whites, and then he heard Lawanda, bringing an older, very tired looking man with him. He stood to shake Ralph's hand, but what he got was "who are you? " It didn't surprise Richard "Nice to meet you Ralph. I'm Richard Harris. I own the restaurant." Ralph blanched white. "Oh. Shit. I stepped into it, didn't I? I do that a lot." Richard laughed. "So do I Ralph. No worries. Sit. Let's have a coffee before the slave mistress gets us to work." Ralph smiled. "You know, you guys could do better with your coffee. It's not strong enough. " Richard's eyes widened. "Do tell. I'm serious. If there's something we can do better, I wanna know about it. " "It's just the coffee Sir. I don't recognize the other food you guys sell here: I'm more stuffed cabbage and kielbasa, that kind of stuff. But coffee I know. " Richard cocked his head. "Well, do me a favor first, Ralph. Rule 1 in the kitchen is, that there is no Sir. I'm Richard. NO, you may NOT use any of the names Lawanda throws at me, but Richard is fine. I'm usually not in the kitchen, but today is, well, special." He paused. "Ok, let me get to the serious stuff Ralph. First, I've apologized to your wife and I'll apologize to you. What Paul did to Otto was totally inappropriate. "Well, what Otto said to the coach was wrong, period." "Yes,it was, Ralph, and you and I have different ideas on how children should be disciplined, but we both love our kids. Aside from that, though, I'm going to pay for Otto's medical recovery. " Ralph looked up "YOU ARE? My wife didn't tell me." Richard smiled. "I think she was so surprised she forgot. But the guidance counselor is finding Otto the appropriate specialists, and the bills will go directly to me. You'll never see them. Otto is back on the team and he'll be wrestling again when this is over. I've found another place for Paul to expend his , ahem 'excess energy.'. "Richard, I appreciate all of this, but... we can't repay it. And I've said some really bad things. So has my wife. So has my son. And you gave me a job?" Richard smiled. "there is no repayment. I'm trying to fix what my kids did. Now, on the job, yeah, I heard what you said, and your wife called me a few pretty raw things. I'm hoping that, ahem 'taking a faggot's money' will convince you that we're as different as any of you , ahem 'breeders' are. So, Ralph..." He held out his hand again. "Let's go give Lawanda reason to yell. " He paused. "You know, I LIKE stuffed cabbage and kielbasa. I'll never get La to put it on the menu. Where's the best place to get some?" Ralph smiled. "Some day after work. How's that? My wife can't cook it for shit, so when I want it, we go out. " "It's a deal. Bring Otto. Just the three of us."
As school ended, davey drove off to the IVF doctor. He had to wait for a bit until he got in to see him. It was his second visit. Dr. Patterson, busy, but attentive, met him in his office. "So davey, I have some good news. Your samples turned out to be very vigorous, very vital." He smiled. "I suspect that little sperm gang learned about finishing kick from Coach Cannon. You're a good candidate." Davey blushed, but he also smiled.. "You mean..." Dr. Patterson held up his hand. "Well, this is step 1. Think of politics. UGH. I just said that, didn't I? You're a viable CANDIDATE, but now the fun starts. First, we have to find a donor, or you can go anonymous with frozen ova. Then, we have to find a surrogate. I think we can help with that, but it won't be in town. And finally... he looked at davey. "This is the hard part. In order for a sample to be sufficient, you are going to have to abstain for three days. Then, we'll collect it. "Collect it?" davey asked. Patterson grinned, tightly. "I'm afraid there's no better analogy davey, than a milking machine. We don't have that here, so we'll have to make arrangements at a clinic.
"Then it's over. " "Well, no. Then we mix the ova and your sperm, and we wait. If the eggs receive the sperm, then we implant in the donor. If one or more of the eggs, "stick," then we watch her. It's very touch and go and, to be honest, the rate of success is not that high.
"Doctor, thank you, but I'm committed to this. All of this is doable. I wanna talk with my husband, and then we'll be back." He shook his hand. "Milking machine. I like that. " He showed the doctor his lamb tattoo. "I'm going to start mooing at home. " Even the very serious doctor laughed a little.
Mike and Paul held hands as they headed to the shopping district. "Hey Mike, how come you only wear white and blue?" Mike smiled. "Do you not like how I look in those colors?" "NO, I love them. I think you're so HOT. Especially in white. But... so many colors?" Mike stopped and put his arm around Paul. "you know, many colors here. But where I grew up, no. You worked with what there was. And this is what there was. That's why I wear my jeans way longer than I should. I never knew when there would be new stock." Paul slipped his hand to Mike's ass. "Well, I don't think you wear them longer than you should. Every time I see you walking in front of me, well..." Mike laughed. "You mean like this..." He ran a bit in front and wiggled his hips. 'DAMN IT MIKE DON'T TEASE ME? " Mike smiled. "Why not big boy," and then his face darkened. Paul looked at him "What did I say, did I insult you?" Mike shook his head. "No, no... I just realized we can't escape the past. That's what I used to do to get money so we could eat. " Paul saw what was happening. "I swear Mike. If I have to sell my blood, you'll never do that again. EVER." He gave his boyfriend a big kiss.
At the store, Mike introduced Paul to the salesman he always worked with. "Paul thinks I should diversify" The salesman, Pierre, shook his head. "Paul is right. With your coloring.... let's go..." The three of them went looking. Paul pulled out a light pink shirt. "Mike, can you try this on for me, please?" Pierre smiled. "your friend has a good eye. Yes, try it on." Mike came out, and checked himself in the mirror. Paul found himself trying to hide his erection. "Oui," said Pierre, "oui. With your light hair, your eyes. Oui." Mike turned to Paul, who stammered out something in French which made Pierre smile. "Your french is better than most I've heard, Paul. You must be getting instructed by Carla."
At the end of the trip, Mike had his usual blues and whites, but also lavender, sea foam, blue and white stripes, yellow... and pink. He also had more jeans, chinos, some shorts for summer, and he had insisted on getting Paul a tight fitting black t shirt . "I want to start dressing my beast." Back at the house, Mike changed into the pink shirt and the jeans, while Paul got into the black t shirt, and a pair of wrestling shorts. Teenagers... within seconds, they were on Mike's bed, engaged in some vigorous foreplay. They stopped for a minute. Mike looked directly into Paul's eyes. "Know what I want more than anything else in the world, beast man?" Paul did "Yeah. I want it too. " Mike stroked his hair. "Eventually, they're going to find out. Is it worth it?" Paul looked at him. "I've never done it before," and Mike smiled. "Well, I have, and I'll help as much as I can." Paul began to cry. "I want you SO bad Mike." And Mike smiled. "I'm not used to hearing that when it's sincere. Ok... so here's what you do" It was touch and go, as the first time always is. Carla thought she heard the sounds when they climaxed, but she pushed it out of her head. This was something that she knew was going to happen, she just didn't know it would happen this fast. She had a plan. She got on the phone "Richard, my apologies for interrupting your day, but what we talked about... happened this afternoon. Yes, I'll tell the lads that there's a family conference tonight. Do you want me to call Davey? No? Ok, then after dinner. " She paused. "I would, but it seems that our young Romeos are napping now."