"So, what do you think the boys have in store for us, davey boy?" Richard pulled davey closer as he began to wake up. He played with davey's thick hair as he kissed him. "Oh, I have no idea. I'm kinda more initrigued about what YOU have in store for me Sir." "Heh heh." Harris laughed. "I'll give you a hint: lambs need shearing every now and then, and I think this is one of the now and thens. He rolled onto davey, pinning down the smiling man. "Not this morning, since God knows how early we have to get up for what they have planned."
"I kinda hope it's nothing Sir." "Me too. But do you smell coffee? When was the last time the boys made coffee?" "There wasn't a last time Sir. I don't think they ever have." Harris toyed with davey's nipples. "While I would love nothing more than to simply torment you all morning before fucking you all afternoon, I fear we have to at least put on robes and get out there before the estate burns down, don't you." "Agreed Sir. Do we have fireman outfits?" "Hmmm. You in a tight fireman's outfit, your sweet ass in those pants.... Hold that thought."
If they expected a disaster in the kitchen and dining room, they were wrong. Mike and Paul were curled up on the sofa, watching cartoons, while the coffee, and a breakfast buffet was out in the kitchen.
"Morning dads. We thought davey especially deserved a really good breakfast after yesterday. Help yourselves." "Davey, LOOK at this. " Richard smiled. "Oh, you're not going to tell Carla you served these little jam tarts are you?" "And I'm not gonna tell her you ate them." Davey put one in his mouth, and balanced the other one on his nose. "Think of me as a seal, my lovely white shark." A gulp, and the second one was gone. They poured coffee, and came over, joinng the boys.
"So, what's up for the day guys?" They looked at each other, smiling. "It's a little bit of a drive, but.... we're going wall climbing. So go and change into something mountainner like.
'COOL' said davey. "I ALWAYS wanted to do that."
"What. Is. Wall. Climbing?" asked Richard, already deciding he wasn't going to like it.
"Oh, it's like climbing up a mountain Dad, only you're in a harness, and there are places for you to grab . It's fun. We do it in gym glass," Paul answered.
"Thrilling" answered Richard. I HOPE there's a lounge.
"And davey dad, they have five levels. So you start, and as you pass, the course gets more challenging. And at the fifth one, if you break into the top 10 fastest, you get a prize.
"NEAT. Can't wait." Richard looked a little green. Mike smiled "COME ON DAD. You always talk about how you climbed out of the gutter to get where you are, now ...."
"My climbing days are over. I take escalators." "OH enough of this Richard." davey put his hands on his minimal hips. "You are doing this with us, and you're going to have fun. Just like you always do."
"Or, we're gonna have fun just watching you." Mike began to giggle.
"You know," Harris said "as I believe you learned before the dance, Mikel, you are NOT too big for a spanking."
For reasons that each of the four men kept to himself, that statement aroused each of them slightly.
"RICHARD. It's going to be fun. Now come on, and get changed. You're going to love it."
"That's the spirit davie dad! Get him ready," Mike proclaimed, as they went back to their bedrooms. "Spanking you, huh? " Paul whispered. "Man, I'd give up a week's worth of pay to see your dad spank you. That would be HOT." Mike blushed.
In their bedroom, davey smiled. "Sir, if you're going to spank someone, it better be me." "Oh, it will be davey. But Mike may need a little comeuppance too."
Before Harris went into the shower, davey called out to him "please Sir. A favor? Don't shave today. Please... And maybe we can talk about you growing a little beard." Harris smiled. He knew davey liked his scruff, but this was the first time he had ever mentioned it. Hmmmm. In the shower, though, he began to think how maybe this "hothouse" relationship needed some adjusting. Mike was his son, but he was NOT a boy. And he was attractive, in a way that Richard did not think he'd find attractive, but, well, he was growing on him. Mike seemed to be having his own "daddy issues" too, with extra cuddling, hugging, etc. He'd have to speak with davey about maybe finding these two their own place - even if it were one of the outbuildings on the property.
"So davey wants me scruffy," he thought. "Ok, let's see how that works." He pulled on a t shirt, and some mid length shorts. He thought davey was still in the shower, but he felt his arms around his middle. Davey was nibbling at RICHARD's neck.
"You are just so hot, all the time Sir. ALL THE TIME." He pulled Harris into him. "I am ALWAYS thinking of how much I love you topping me. I want you to top me now, and I want it tonight. " He kissed Harris on the cheek. When Harris turned around, davey was smiling. "I know I'm overstepping, but I just LOVE feeling you so much."
Harris laughed "davey, I don't think we can climb those things with our dicks you know. " "So maybe we should take care of things first." 'CAR'S READY LOVEBIRDS" they heard Paul yell. "Ok, off we go."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It took about half an hour to get to the climbing club - it would have taken twice that long, if Mike drove like an American, but , well, all those years in Poland. Richard was holding davey's hand in the backseat, and his knuckles were white. The club seemed to be quite popular, and Mike knew the manager. "Hey Mike. You guys DID come. " He laughed. "It's usually hard to get dads to try it."
"My dad is one of the bravest men you'll ever meet." "Yes, I have to be. Mike's my son. Richard Harris here. Nice to meet you." "Likewise. I'm Chuck. So, shall I show you guys around, and you can get started?"
He brought them in. "Now, we have five walls, and they get progressively more difficult. We don't let you get to the more difficult ones until you get the ok from the attendant for completing an easier one - and we change the config every week. This first one here, once you get into the harness, should take about 15 minutes to complete. " He looked at Richard. "Some people take longer, but it's perfectly feasible to do this. "
"Sort of a wall with training wheels, huh?" Richard asked. "You could say that. " Chuck smiled. Richard was not his first dad trying this with his sons.
The attendants fitted them with helmets, and harnesses, and then one - her name was Melody - showed them the technique, of finding footholds and handholds. "The harnesses can hold 400 pounds , so I think you guys will be ok."
"COME ON TEAM. LET'S SHOW THIS WALL WHO'S BOSS" davey yelled, and went at it. He was quick. "I married a chimpanzee" thought Richard as he gingerly went at it. Careful , deliberate, he was the last one up.
"BOMB'S AWAY" yelled Mike when he was done. He let go of the wall, and let the harness carry him. "It's like floating in air," he said.
"I'll keep that in mind" Richard muttered as he sweated and fought his way to the top. The other guys were already part of the way up Wall 2 as he got there.
"C'MON slowpoke. Show the world you're more than a pretty face," davey yelled. "He's pushing it. He's really pushing it. . This time, the holds were further apart, and smaller. Paul seemed to be doing the best, since he was the smallest of the four, but they were all committed and getting up there. "I'll wait for you," Paul yelled to Mike as he scampered up to the top. And when Mike got there, they went down, hand in hand letting the harness take them.
"Here I am Bossman," davey called to Richard. "Gimme a hand, I'll get you up." "Up is not the word, you sweet thing. I may be a pretty face, but those legs working up the wall are... enticing."
As Richard got to the top, Davey took his hand. "Ok, I know this is hard for you, generally, but Just. Let. Go." He did. Richard thought he was going to throw up all over himself. Davey, on the other hand, was yelling. 'WHEEEEEEE."
The dads got to wall three as Mike and Paul were mapping out a strategy. The difficulty clearly increased on this one. Richard smiled, though: his time studying mathematics was helping. He could see the equation they had used to map it out. The only issue was the size of the footholds.
He took off his shoes, and started scooting up. He stopped at one point and yelled back to the kids. "HEY. You making out, or having lunch?" Before he shot to the top of the 25 foot wall before the rest of them. Then without help, he did the fall back on the harness. The attendant, this time her name was Gayle, was hysterical.
"Mister, I think you may have gone top ten for that wall. Lemme check." Richard just stood there, tapping his foot, arms folded until the rest of them showed up. Mike was puffing for breath. "Had enough, stud?"
And so it went. Two more walls, and on the fifth one, davey got his second wind. He just attacked and was at the time "like a cockroach avoiding Lawanda's high heel" as Harris described it. He wasn't the record holder, but his name did go on the wall as number 8 all time. High fives all around, Paul said what everyone was thinking "Who wants lunch?"
They were sweaty, and they were dirty, but they were also not that far from Gradisca's. She was there, took a look at them, and then, after a few words in Italian, took them to a private room.
"I want pizza" Paul announced, before the menus came. Gradisca may have been the only one in the restaurant who was a match for him. "PIZZA??? I spend all morning making Sunday lunch and you want PIZZA? Here. I give you 5 bucks. Go down the street."
Richard was hysterical. "And you think I"m hard nosed?" Instead, lunch came out in waves. And it kept on coming. Paul kept on eating, claiming "it wasn't as good as pizza," but finally gave up on his third slice of cheesecake. During lunch, Richard realized he had never introduced the boys to Gradisca. He referred to them as 'i nostri figli" (our sons). Gradisca looked at Mike. "YOU... You're too thin. EAT MORE," and she looked at Paul. "You have the mark of a restaurant man on you. You'll have your own place. ASCOLTA! Listen to Gradisca. She knows these things." Richard laughed. "She does. She's the one who told me to follow my heart and buy Sasha's. " Davey grabbed Richard's arm. "Didn't she also tell you that we were destined for forever?" Harris felt a few tears. "Yes, she did. " Davey smiled. "She's always right."
Paul began to snore in the car on the ride back home. Mike was sleeping too, and davey was driving. He was taking longer than Mike did, which gave Harris a chance to relax. "It was fun Sir. I knew you'd get it. I'm proud of you."
"Hey , you're on the wall of honor. And soon, you're gonna be on the bed of pleasure."
They woke up the boys when they got home. It wasn't that late, but they were ready for bed, and off they went.
"A drink sexy man?" Harris asked davey. "Getting me drunk so you can take me like a salted nut?" "No, I can do that now. I just thought you'd want a drink." "I'll have what you're having." Richard came back with two glasses of a pretty good scotch. They were on the sofa, in their usual position, davey resting up against Harris' chest and belly. Harris had his hand on davey's neck, just massaging it.
"Sweetheart. There's always something to talk about, but something came up today. I think we have to talk about the boys moving out." Davey wasn't surprised. "I agree. " He took a deep breath. "The way Mike looks at you has got to disturb you." "Yes, it bothers me a bit, but I can't seem to help throwing oil on the fire." Davey crunched up against him. "I better be enough for you Sir." Harris began massaging davey's left nip. "More than enough. Especially my more aggressive, more adventuresome davey boy. " Davey turned to him. "you didn't shave this morning, did you sir?" Harris put his chin on davey's neck in answer, and davey moaned. "OH YES. That's what I want tonight, Sir. " Harris looked up. "I'll tell you what I want. Take off your shirt. Not your shorts. Just your shirt. "
"Yes sir." When they got to the bedroom, Harris grabbed davey's arms, and tied his wrists with a leather band. He lay him on his side on the bed. "OH DAMN. You just look SO FUCKING SEXY. "
"SO do something about it sir. DO SOMETHING. Oh.. GOD.." Harris was on him, holding his ass cheeks in the air, while he ran that scruff up and down davey's body. "Maybe I'll do it on your balls too, sexy man."
OH GOD. NOT THE BALLS . NOT MY BALLS. PLEASE NOT MY... OH SHIT FUCK..." Harris slipped davey's shorts off, and he was very gently running the scruff over the very part of davey he had been told not to touch. An evil look flickered across his face. "I wonder how it'll feel on your feet. "
'NO NO. PLEASE PLEASE. ANYTHING ELSE. NO NO. "
"Harris smiled. "It's gonna take a few things to keep me away from them. First, a REALLY superior kiss." Davey pursed his mouth so that Harris' tongue fit in tightly. He wasn't letting it go, and Harris reached down and began to massage davey's cock, which provoked more moans, and got his tongue out.
"Now, heh heh." Harris had sweated a lot during the games, and no one had showered. He pulled off his own shirt, and put his pit right near davey's mouth. "LICK IT. " He didn't know he had just played into one of davey's fantasies. Davey moaned, and groaned, as he dug in, deeper, getting the pits wetter and wetter. "GOD DO I LOVE YOUR SMELL AND TASTE SIR."
"Then taste this...' Now Harris had his cock at davey's mouth. "YES SIR." Davey was on it. He had wanted cock in his mouth all day - nearly as much as he wanted it in his ass. He was careful. He knew Harris was aroused, and he wanted that feel of his man in him.
Harris pulled out, and rolled davey on his stomach. That's when the spanking started. Twenty of them, ten to each ass cheek, before he pushed them apart, and dug his tongue into davey.
"FUUUUCK. I'm gonna wake the boys." Harris laughed. "If you think they're not against the wall, listening to everything, you haven't been paying attention. "PAUL. LITTLE FLICKS AND THEN DEEP DIVES. " He heard a very low "thank you sir" from the other side of the wall. He would've laughed if he weren't so aroused. He couldn't wait. He got the wrapper on his cock and speared davey like a fish. He slid, back and forth, pounding the beautiful man until he sweated, and began to moan in pain and pleasure. "OH GOD. OH GOD. I feel like your scruff is in there Sir. DAMN. You're pounding me like a nail. BRING DOWN THE HAMMER" The squirting let him know that Harris, had, in fact, hammered down.
Harris rolled over davey, but didn't untie him. He began jerking him slowly, and each time davey's voice got to that high pitched sound before he would shoot, he stopped.
"PLEASE SIR. I'm dying." Harris chuckled. "Nah. You're just wanting one last hurrah before we get ready for deposit day." He dropped his mouth around davey's cock.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK..." One big exhale, and davey began splootching everywhere.
Harris lay down next to davey, and still didn't untie him. He toyed with his hair.
"You want me to grow a beard?"
"Yes sir. I LOVE the feel of your hair on me. Especially when I'm shaved clean. " He smiled. "That's a hint sir."
"Not tonight davey. This week though?"
Yes sir. Can we cuddle now?"
Harris kissed his husband and untied him. They slept for a few hours, and then woke up and made a proper bed.
There was moaning from the other room. Paul had followed Richard's advice. And right before he climaxed, Mike saw Richard's naked body in his mind's eye.