The end of the school year track and field meet was coming up, so Davey had lots on his hands. For the first time in years, the school seemed to have a really good chance of doing well. Davey was counting a certain 4 medals, possibly 6, and hoping for 8. He also had his fingers crossed for the team standing on the podium as one of the top 3.
One funny thing that you couldn't make up had happened with his 4x4, 400 relay team. EVERY boy on the team, was named Dave , David or Davey. And then with Coach Cannon, they were known as "D to the 5th." They were the favorites, and also had a chance to break the state record in the race. Attendance at practices was up, and so was interest in the meet. Davey already made it clear that attendance by the house was "expected," and he had their tickets already.
If only he didn't have to deal with that damn cock cage. He was in the third day of it, and tomorrow (or the next day?), Harris would take it off and let him shoot. He understood the "medical" aspects of this, but every time davey saw his husband look at it and grin, he of course knew that this was more than a medical thing.
He got away from school early that day. Richard would be at the restaurant, the boys wouldn't have gotten home yet, and he walked in on Carla, working away in the kitchen.
"OH HI DAVEY. WHAT A SURPRISE." She smiled broadly. "I barely get time to talk to you anymore, and for a little while, I have time all to myself." She grabbed a small pan of brownies and brought them out to the table. "EAT. Please. I make these for the boys every day, so that , well, I don't have to cook twice as much dinner. I just tell them to make sure that they finish before Richard gets home - these are his favorite you know - but I never have to worry about leftovers. They'll complain I shared. They'll get over it.
"Well, thank you Carla, what a treat." He bit into one. "MMMM. I can see why they're Richard's favorite. They're wonderful. Do the boys appreciate them?" She smiled. "Not yet. Right now, they know chocolate and sugar. One day though, when they eat a bad one, they'll remember Carla."
"Hey, Carla, I wonder if I can ask you something? We were gonna have a talk a long time ago about how you and Richard got together. We never did. Can I ask now?"
"OH SURE. But if you're looking for anything salacious, or grand, I don't think you'll hear it. You know we went to school together: high school, then college, then graduate school. Well, in high school, we were really the misfits: we both dressed wrong, neither one of us knew how to act, how to be popular, so we just sort of got together. We were both smart, and we pushed each other. So when college came around, we decided that we'd go to the school that took us both." She paused. "It was hard, because they all did. We both needed scholarship, and we got it."
"Uh, Carla, were you.." she laughed. "OH NO davey. Not even close. Richard already knew, and , well, I was a late bloomer. So no, that didn't happen. But we did room together at college, and everyone just assumed." She smiled. "It created a safe place for both of us. I never really liked straight men much anyway. Sam is the exception, but I remember reading a line in a novel "men are so cruel." I think it was a Chinese novel, and I agreed. Richard was different.
"So we studied hard, we both went summa, and then since we had both grown up poor, we wanted something that would give us money, fast. Business school is where we went. We roomed together, again, and we were both, frankly, stars. But we studied different things. I thought International Business was for me, and Richard looked at hospitality management. When we got done, I looked for jobs, and yes, I got offers. " She paused. "But you know Davey, it's still hard, it was harder then: a single woman, nervous, in a world filled with men, where the fact that she spoke six languages didn't really matter as much as her hairdo. I WAS assaulted once."
"YOU WERE? What happened?" She smiled. "You know, Richard had taught me: when you go into a room and you're nervous, put your keys through your fingers. People will think it's a nervous habit. And then, if you need to- rake them over an assailant's face." She smiled more broadly. "I think he recovered from the eye injury, but I was dismissed immediately. As they say, I was "box office poison."
Another pause. "Richard had decided that to finish off his education, he needed culinary school, and off he went. He had a big, cheap apartment in a bad part of town - at least it was then. He took me in. We pretty much lived on the leftovers from cooking school he brought home. Then he got me a job as a teaching assistant, and things were better. But Davey - I never want to go into that world again, and if I never have to deal with straight men, I'd be perfectly happy.
Richard and I lived in that apartment, as he started making some money, and growing in the business. OH, DAVEY. If you think he's driven now.... I cannot tell you how many 20 hour days there were. And then when he got Sasha's, well... it was a hit right away. He asked me if I'd come and work for him. I tried the restaurant - I really did. " She laughed. "Davey I can handle making dinner for four gay men and their friends. Making food for 150 people every night? I can't tell you how many plates I dropped, how many steaks I burned." She paused. "So, when Richard started looking at his house - and the family he never had - I was the first one. Also, along the line I got involved in earth magic and wicca. Richard never pretended to understand, but he accepted it. He even lets me have an altar and prayer room on the third floor."
Davey looked at her in astonishment, and she smiled. "You've never been up there, have you Davey?" "No, I just assumed it was YOUR and Sam's space, and it was none of my business. "Let's take a little trip upstairs. I'll show you." On the third floor, he saw their bedroom, but she led him to a locked room. She pulled out a large key, and opened the door. The room was filled with sunlight, and in the corner: he saw it: a table covered with statues from different civilizations, candles, and in the center: five photos: Sam, Paul, Mike, Richard and himself.
"This is my protective spirit of light, Davey. I put the men I love the best in it, and I pray, every night, for their protection. "
"Carla... are you a witch?" She laughed. ":Paul calls me that in French sometimes, but no, not really. Not in the sense people thing. I DO have a bit of a connection to other places -- let's just call it that - but to think I have the powers that witches are supposed to have - no. And they don't either. See, no witch can change what's destined to happen. All we can do is try to change what happens within that destiny."
Davey looked puzzled. "See, davey, if your team is going to win that meet, I can't do anything to change that. But if someone on your team is destined to hurt his ankle and not finish the race, I can work a spell to protect him. I make my charms, my potions, right here." He saw a table covered with dried flowers, scents, etc.
"Davey, let me ask you to do something. Reach into your left pocket. Right now. Deep." He did, and he found a small sachet under his handkerchief. "yes, it's my work. It's a protective charm. All of you have them. EVERY DAY. Sometimes two if I know the day is going to be bad. Please don't tell the others."
"Not a word Carla. Thank you for looking out for us."
"MOM. Someone ate the brownies." She smiled. "the hounds of hell are here. Let's go downstairs. " She yelled out. 'DAVEY DAD ATE ONE BROWNIE. GO WASH YOUR HANDS."
When they got downstairs, the boys were at the table, going to town on the brownies. Paul kept on teasing Mike by pulling on his earlobe. "Think you'd be even prettier with an earring Mikey?" Mike would push him away, but Paul would be right back.
"HEY. Paul. Now now. If Mike doesn't want a piercing, leave him be." Paul looked at davey: "Do you have any Davey dad?" Davey blushed. "It's not your business, but NO. Dad Richard wanted me to get one, I said no , and that's the end of it."
Paul grinned "where did he want you to get it?" Carla came over and pulled the brownies away. "ENOUGH YOUNG MAN. You're awfully full of yourself, and the sugar isn't helping."
"MOM. I'll stop. I will. I promise. " Carla gave him a look that shut him up, and then began speaking in rapid French. Mike started laughing
"She just told him that she'd work on me getting a piercing if he got two of them. And she got to pick the spots."
Mike seemed to remember something . "Carla, can we ask you something in private? " She smiled. "Sure . Step in my office." They moved over to the stove, and they were whispering. "THAT IS SUCH A MARVELOUS IDEA. OF COURSE I'M BEHIND IT. ASK TONIGHT."
"Ask what?" Davey looked puzzled again, and Mike laughed. "Now it's YOUR turn to speculate, davey dad."
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Just then they heard a door slam, and Richard's booming base. "I'm HERE. And I smell roasting chicken. I smell chocolate too. I don't suppose..' "NO" Carla answered. You cancelled your physical again. Get me those numbers and we'll talk about HALF a brownie.
Davey turned away so Richard wouldn't see him laughing. "There are cookies at the restaurant. I think I'm going to sneak some home from now on."
Dinner would be ready in an hour, so he went up to their bedroom, taking davey with him. He planted a big kiss on his husband's lips . "How was your day, handsome.... " He reached behind and squeezed davey's ass cheeks. "You think you can stand to be assaulted by a wolf tonight."
Davey kissed back. "I think I may baaa a little, but what's a lamb to do when a big... strong... wolf, has him in his grasp. "
"Just roll over and let him take the lamb?" Richard asked. Davey laughed. "Lambs may be sweet, but they fight back. "
"OH. I can't wait.." Richard rubbed the back of his neck. "Seriously, love, how are things? The training for the kids going well?
"Sir, I have never been so optimistic about a track meet in my life. MY team was good, and we weren't as good as these kids. They all worked so hard." He pulled davey close. "Well, that's because they see how hard their coach works." He kissed davey. "And I am NOT missing a single heat - see, I began to learn the vocabulary. I know about finishing kicks, I know about rabbits, I know about lanes of exchange. EVERYTHING."
"Gee. Maybe if you get rid of Sasha's, you can become my assistant coach." Richard laughed. "I think I have to get rid of this first," and he squeezed his belly." Davey put his head on it. "NO. DON'T. I LOVE that belly. I love sleeping on it, I love smelling it. I just love it."
"Davey, you're making me hard. We'll be late for dinner. "
"Normally I'd say so what, but something's up Sir, and I don't know what it is . We better be there."
As Carla served up the chicken, Mike spoke. "Dads. Paul and I wanted to ask you a question. Carla too."
"Well, go ahead. "
"There's an LGBT dance this Friday, and.." "Oh, of course you can go. Just be home by midnight."
"Well, thank you dad, but no, that wasn't the question." He paused and went to Richard. "Dad, would you be my date at the dance?" Then Paul got up and went over to davey. "And davey, would you be my date that night?" Carla was beaming, and she was biting her lips not to laugh.
"OH, goodness, " said Richard. "I think the last time I went dancing.... and he paused. "was with Carla in Italy. You're behind this you sneak!" "Well, yes and no. It really WASN'T my idea, I wish it were." "I remember going to high school dances, and that prom. But WOW. How many years ago was that?"
"So you'll come dads?" Mike looked at them hopefully. Richard looked at davey. "I think we should. We haven't been dancing since we knew each other." Richard looked up. "Well, the boss has spoken. Yes, we'll go. Sam, do you think Mike can have the keys so he can take us all?"
"Carla's coming too dad. She's the DJ."
Davey and Richard's mouths dropped. "HUH?"
"OH yes, for months. Their old DJ quit, and it gave me a chance to hear some music, to see young people, and to keep an eye on this one." She pointed to Paul. "By the way, don't look for that fake ID. I found it and it's gone. And if I catch another one."
After dinner the dads sat with everyone for a while. Carla was weaving, the boys were wrestling on the floor, and davey curled up into Richard, putting his head right on his belly. He looked up and smiled. "Hi handsome... " Richard put his fingers through davey's hair. " Takes one to know one."
"Know what Sir? " I'm sleepy tonight. I think I'm turning in early. " As he walked off to the bedroom, and Richard sat there, he turned. "I SAID I'm turning in early."
Richard turned to the room. "I THINK I've just gotten my orders."
When he went into the bedroom, davey was laying on the bed, face down. "OH MY. Melon. For dessert." Harris began to massage davey's butt, but davey stayed face down.
"You gonna turn around and let me kiss you, davey?" "You gonna unlock my cock?" Richard laughed. "Eventually. Just not tonight." "Then no sugar for you." "OH. I SEE. Hmmm. Well, let me give you a choice. Actually, more than one choice. You can turn over , face up, on your own, or I can tickle you until you do, or I can wrestle you around, or I can just spank you. OH. One more. I can hogtie you and then flip you over myself. What'll it be?" They both knew davey was playing possum, and he was hard as a rock . Just about all of Harris' alternatives got him excited. "You'll just have to do what you need to do" Davey was deliberately leaving the "SIR: out. "Well, I think you're right. " Harris started sliding his hands under davey's arms. He was gonna wrestle him to a face up position. Davey pulled his arms closer, but when he did that, Harris went for his ribs. "I COULD tickle your feet, you know. Whatcha want me to do." "You're a brute. Know that?" Harris laughed. "Making me excited." He got his hands where he wanted them, and then slowly rolled davey over, like he was opening an oyster. As he flipped, two of davey's shirt buttons opened.
"Well, well. Doesn't THIS look inviting?" Keeping davey pinned, Harris went in and began running his tongue, slowly, all over davey's chest. He finished with his teeth nibbling a nipple gently.
"OH DAMN. You know what that does to me Sir." "Yeah, I do. It does to you what you do to me, 24/7. " He smiled. "I wanna kiss that lamb. Move your neck." Davey knew he couldn't resist. He moved his neck to the side, and Richard began first, by making a whole line of small kisses, and then more licking and the a bit of scruff. He whispered "You taste DELICIOUS today davey. I think that cage is pushing all your sexiness to the surface."
"KIss me Sir, and I'll prove you wrong." "OH? Well, let's see." Harris dived into davey's open mouth and probed, going deeper and deeper. Davey grabbed him in what they called his "Koala grip. He was wrapped up around Harris, and he was NOT going to let go. Harris looked at him
"I know you hate the cage. But it's either the cage or no sex when we get to donation time."
"I understand Sir. I just wish you weren't enjoying it so much." Harris smiled. "You're right. I AM enjoying it. It's hot. Just like eating your ass is." He pulled davey's slacks off, and pushed his legs in the air. "OH. Before I forget. Yes, the kids are always complaining, so... I saved this for you." He pulled a rolled up pair of his briefs out. He had worn them yesterday, and he stuffed them in davey's mouth. His man's musk got davey wildly excited. "MMMPH MMMMPH MMMMPH."
"Heh heh. A sound I love. Just like the sound of you whining when I do this..." His tongue went into davey's ass, driving in deep. Davey's bleating got louder, more urgent. The cage left his balls exposed, and Harris moved up to those. He took them in his hand. "We know who owns these?" Davey shook his head yes."
"Would that be you?" He shook his head no. "Would that be me?" Davey shook his head YES boldly.
"How about some cock in that sweet ass of yours?" More violent shaking YES. The MMMPHS seemed to have some "PLEEEEZE"s in them. Harris dropped his pants. He had been thinking of having sex with davey since about 2 that afternoon, when he was buying lamb for the next day's special. Now, it was time for HIS special, and he drove in.
"DAMN IT COACH CANON. It doesn't matter how many times. I ALWAYS love getting inside you." He began pumping. Davey was trying to reach up, and Harris pulled out the gag. "Keep me quiet with your mouth stud. Lock my lips. PLEASE." Harris was all too happy to comply. He was bent at an odd angle, but davey helpd the best he could, by pushing his legs up higher, and higher. One more push, and BOOM. The jizz started flowing out.
"OH Davey. I know I said this before, but I'm gonna say it again: I don't know what I did before you." "I bet Carla had something to do with that Sir." He smiled. "Oh. She showed you her work room." "She did Sir. I was impressed." Harris shook his head. "She's impressive. You know, when she saw how lonely I was, she said she was going to mix up a spell. She wanted to make sure I met "a man who would love me and make me eternally happy." He paused "Travis invited me to the reunion the next day."
After they got ready for bed, and davey was curled up in Harris arm, Harris sighed. "I want to ask you a question davey. Please answer me honestly."
"Oh, sure Sir. I'm not going to lie to you."
"Well, I know I'm your first, and only man. My question is: have you ever wanted to do anything, as a bottom or as a top , with another man?"
Davey sighed. "Well, Sir, the answer is complex. Or at least a little complex. Among 'real' people, NO. The only one I've ever wanted, was you." He cuddled in closer. "There are people I see on TV, and I wonder. But you know, tell me who doesn't feel that way. " He grinned. "I know you have a few favorites, because you've said it. For me, well... let me be honest Sir. If Anderson Cooper invited me home, I'd be forced to tell you I'd be late for dinner. "
Harris laughed. "How about Chris Cuomo?" "Not as much. " He kissed Harris. "You know, he reminds me of you. Only I bet you're better at love making."
Harris laughed some more. "Dirty talk before bed. " He kissed the top of Davey's head. "Sweet dreams my pervy lamb."
"Same to you, you big sexy wolf."