It was three days after davey had "made a deposit" as he was calling it, trying not to worry too much, and they were expecting the call from the fertilization clinic. Mid week, and davey was at at school, and glad things weren't too busy as everyone began closing up for the year. He checked his phone - at least 45 times before lunch "just in case." Richard had cuddled him that morning, "this is the easy part davey. You did great. Now, it's up to those little tadpoles and eggs, and then, the hard part: and that's with the surrogate. Nothing you can do anymore babe." "I know Sir, I know. I just wish they could have told me right away."
"Well, me too." Richard stroked his wavy hair, which could use a little trim, as could his chest. "You know, based on the way your face looked when you.... donated, I would say that those eggs didn't have a chance. That was a big one, even for you."
"I kept on thinking of you in your leather Sir. It made me SO HOT. And then you teasing me with what you said.."
Harris pulled him closer. "No getting me too aroused this morning, sweetcakes. You've got to go to work, and I've got some properties to look at. " Davey , undaunted, buried his nose into Harris' pit, and began licking. Harris started breathing harder.
"OH, what the hell. GET DOWN THERE BOI. GET THOSE SWEET LIPS AROUND YOUR MASTER'S COCK AND GET HIM TO BLOW A LOAD." Davey smiled: Richard was a sharp businessman, and there was no question he knew what he was doing in bed; but davey knew EXACTLY what to do to get what he wanted, and this morning, he wanted cock. He hadn't worked his husband's pits in a while, and they were ready for stimulation. Davey nearly gagged when he went down on Harris, and when he came... davey sucked up every drop.
He smiled at Harris. "Got to give my babes the best chance they have Sir. Eliminate the competition."
Harris looked at him in shock. "DAVEY. Did you just do what I think you did?"
"Yup Sir. I wanted to." "But... but.." "Sir, things are gonna be different around here from now on. I don't want that condom, and I don't want to spit out. You're the only man I've been with, and you were tested. I feel safe, and I want all of it. I want ALL OF YOU." Harris looked at him closely, sweetly, and then just hugged him, trying not to cry.
"Good afternoon. This is Downtown Fertility clinic. May I speak to Mr. Cannon please?" "That's me." "Mr Cannon, may we just ask you some questions to verify your identity?" The clerk on the end of the line asked a series of standard questions, and when she was satisfied, davey could hear her rattling some paperwork." "Mr. Cannon, the fertilization resulted in 26 successes. We won't use them all, of course, and anything we don't use will be destroyed, as per our agreement. But everything is fine. Do I have your permission to proceed with the implantations." Davey froze. This is what he wanted. IT HAD HAPPENED. ""HUH? I'm gonna be a father?" The clerk was not fazed "That remains to be seen Sir. But you won't be unless we have your permission. So, may be proceed." "YES. YES. Absolutely." Thank you Sir, and have a nice day."
Davey beamed. How could he NOT have a nice day? He had so many questions, but he knew they didn't have answers: like how many of the fertilized eggs were boys, and which were girls? He was going to call Richard, but instead, he just texted "26."
That got a call within seconds. "DAVEY. WHAT A STUD. 26 POSITIVES." "Yes Sir. See what we did?" Richard was laughing and crying at the same time. "Davey, those odds are great. It only takes one. Just one." "I'm so excited Sir. I'm just so excited. Thank you for letting me do this. And thank you for letting me use MINE, not OURs." Richard chuckled "Davey, if yours are half as successful as mine, we've been blessed most generously. I guess now we start watching videos on how to change a baby."
That night, at dinner, Carla surprised them by bringing in a homemade cake: pink and blue stripes, and two candles in the middle : a "2" and a "6". Davey began to cry. "You know, none of this is anything I thought possible a year and a half ago. I didn't even think of it. OH WOW. I'm gonna be a father."
"Yes, yes you are. Richard smiled and patted his arm. "But you have to start thinking of the most important thing now davey: NAMES. One for a girl, one for a boy."
"Oh, Richard (he always used Richard in front of people, "Sir" in private), I thought about that for a long time. Picking a boy name was easy: if it's a boy, his name is Harris.
"AWWWW" came from the table.
He paused, and sucked back a sob. "if it's a girl, it's Melissa. That's my mother's name. "
"Oh, davey, has anyone ever told you what Melissa means?" Carla asked.
"They may have, but I've forgotten. What DOES it mean?" She smiled "Melissa is honey: sweetness. It's a BEAUTIFUL name davey. " Richard made a fake "hmmmph." "I'm not sure I like the name Harris, though"
Paul had the best line of the night. "Ok, so once the baby is born, are the two of you gonna fight over who gets to breast feed?" There was a pause, Mike reddened at what his boyfriend just said, and then the table broke out into laughter. "I read that in a gay jokebook. I didn't get it at first, but now I do."
When davey undressed for bed, his cock was sticking out like a long, draftsman's pencil. "I didn't climax this morning Sir. I wanted it to be all about you." Harris smiled. "Well, I have an idea for getting you off, if you don't mind staying up a little. "
"I'm pretty up now Sir..." Harris laughed and grabbed him, throwing him on the bed, and stretching his wrists toward the restraints. "Now, promise me you're gonna get a haircut this week. Just a trim."
"Yes Sir. I wanna look pretty for you." An evil look crossed Harris' face. "Well then..." He reached on his night table, and got the clippers. "it's time lambie. Time for a shearing."
Of course, Harris did more than just shear, playing with davey's nipples until he thought he couldn't get any harder. The drops of precum just kept on coming. After Harris wiped off all the debris, he smiled. "Didn't I say once, 'in for a nickle, in for a dime?"
"You did Sir." "Well, this morning you went in for a nickle, and now.. I'm going in for a dime." He covered davey's raging hard on with his mouth, and ran his tongue around it until davey began to moan.
"OH GOD. OH SIR. I didn't expect this. It's so wonderful. Please. Don't let it end." Harris smiled. "you want me to stop?
'DON'T YOU DARE SIR. DON'T YOU DARE." Harris went right back to work, and when davey shot, he kept his mouth right there. How long had it been since he had swallowed? OH, and davey tasted SO GOOD. "
"Not gamy like lamb at all davey boy. Sweet. Almost like a mix of licorice and coconut. '
"Wow Sir. I thought you were like a good scotch." Harris laughed, and wrapped his arms around davey as they fell asleep.
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"So this weekend is our turn, Sir. What are we gonna do with the boys?" Harris sighed. "Well, I had a couple of ideas. The local theater is putting on a musical. They're doing 'Hello Dolly'. I'm sure Paul has never seen a show, and I don't think Mike has either. "Neither have I Sir. Can we do that?"
Well, the other two choices were a cooking class, or to go and visit the state fair.
"NO. Let's go to the show. The fair is something we can do in another week , and you'll be so much better at the cooking class."
Harris laughed. "Well, after rock climbing... I need some ego boosting."
That night at dinner, Richard was about to tell them , when Mike began to speak first.
"Dads, can we talk about this moving thing, because Paul and I have talked about it a lot, and we have a decision, if it's ok with you.'
Davey and Richard looked at each other. "You decided so fast?"
"It was easy dads. It was VERY easy. If it's still ok, can we take the outbuilding? We'll do the renovations ourselves, if Sam will help with the technical stuff. " He paused. "I'm sorry if I get emotional dads, but we don't want to be far away from you, and we really, REALLY want to be around when our brother or sister comes home."
Mike wasn't the only one who was on the verge of emotional. It was a rare moment when there was silence at the dinner table at the house, and this was one. Richard broke it by saying "This is up to davey , but I think this baby is going to have more godmothers and godfathers than any child in the history of the world."
That night, Carla went up to the rooms with Sam, and the four guys were in the living room. It had become standard for davey , now that he had confessed his love for Harris' small belly, to lay on it as they talked, or watched television with Paul and Mike, before Paul got horny and dragged Mike off to their room. Tonight, before it happened, Harris spoke. "Guys, we have a weekend plan for us. Davey and I would like to take you to a matinee to see a classic musical. It's called "Hello Dolly." You can probably find stuff about it on the internet. Let's just put it this way: it was a classic before I was a classic."
Mike smiled. "Was it written in Sumerian?"
"What's Sumerian" asked Paul, and davey echoed the question.
"It means it's very old, and Mike is trying to bait me into a spanking. The only one who I'm spanking tonight, MAYBE. is THIS ONE." He tickled davey, who jumped.
"No seriously guys, you should see this. It IS part of your heritage, but if you'd rather not, we'll do something else."
"I've never seen a musical" said Paul "I don't think I've ever even been in a theater." "Musicals are American, so I've never seen one either. Will I know some of the songs?" Harris rolled his eyes . "I HOPE SO. If you don't, I'll ask Carla to start drilling you in singing. And speaking of drilling..." He pointed to davey. "This one rubbing my belly has just earned himself.. well, I'll be polite. We'll be off to bed. " Then he paused. "Sons, I'm really glad you picked what you did. I'd miss you if you were gone completely." He began to tear up. 'GET OFF YOUR ASS CANNON. PEOPLE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE ME CRY."
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Saturday passed uneventfully, as Richard went looking for his dream new place. Mike wanted to go, but since Harris and davey had fallen asleep without any sex on Saturday, Richard thought it not a good idea. Sam drove him from place to place, while davey hung out with the kids.
"Dad," Mike asked him at one point. "Is Dad Richard your first man?" "My first, and my only" davey said. "He rescued me. I thought I wouldn't like it, but you know what? I have NEVER loved anyone as much as I love him." Mike looked at Paul. "I wish that we had your experience." Davey laughed. "Really, guys, you do. It's Richard's experience you want. You know, don't tell him I said this. He thinks he's lucky that I stuck around. Me? I think I'm lucky he wants me. "
They threw together a supper that night, with Richard making a pot of soup, and Mike grilling cheese sandwiches. Paul was REALLY too young to drink, but that didn't stop Richard from plying him with alcohol. They talked about the next day. Richard explained to them that at a matinee, ties and jackets were not required, and "these days jeans are ok, but I'd not be pleased if you couldn't dress like it were a special event." The love making between he and davey that night was sweet, and intense.
"Sir, do you think the baby will effect how we feel about each other?" Richard laughed. "Oh, davey, I have no idea. Remember: my son came to me fully grown. I didn't change diapers, I wasn't up at 3 feeding him, I just don't know. " He kissed davey. "But at this point, right now, I'd say that it probably will, because we won't have as much time as we do now, and that means, we'll just have to make it better when we do anything."
"Would that be possible, Sir?" Harris smiled. "Let's wait and see, sweetie." The last thing davey heard that night before he fell asleep was "I love you my lamb."
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The dressing room at the theater could not have been more chaotic than the house, with four gay men, two young and two not too young, getting ready for a show. Davey and Mike had discovered, recently, that they were just about the same size, so there was that dynamic added to things too, as they haggled over who would wear what color, could they exchange this with the other one, etc? Finally, davey borrowed a pink shirt from Mike to go with a black cashmere sweater, and some grey pants that he knew flattered his ass in a way Harris liked. Richard commented "cashmere is from goats. What's a lamb doing in a goat's coat?" Davey smiled "Maybe I'm some hybrid: the tenderness of a lamb, with the horniness of a goat." Mike went for blue, with chino pants. Paul, who really didn't care much for clothes, had to be persauded NOT to wear a t shirt and jeans, and was looking handsome in a bright red turtleneck and some black slacks Mike had picked for him.
Richard waited until the hubbub was over before getting dressed himself. As he did , he marveled at the strange world he lived in: he was about to go to a musical with three gay men who had NEVER seen one before. He laughed, and shook his head. Feeling paternal, he pulled out a white oxford buttondown he hadn't worn for years, but fit well, some dark grey pants, and his Harris tweed jacket. As he was finishing up, he felt an arm go around his middle, and he felt davey's lips on his neck.
"I think you're sexier like this than in your leather Sir. " He was telling the truth: Harris could feel davey's hard cock pressing against him. "DAVEY" he began to laugh. "We'll be late."
"I know Sir. I'm just laying the groundwork." He kissed Richard's ear and whispered "you are SO FUCKING HANDSOME I can barely stand it."
Harris twirled around and hugged him. He said nothing, just put his tongue down davey's mouth , and kept it there for a little while. He was thinking "the end of the work stress, and the end of the sample stress turned him into a raging bottom. I LOVE IT."
Richard felt even more paternal when they got to the theater, and he got to show off things like the frieze decorations, the orchestra pit ("can we go down there after the show? Paul asked, which got a laugh and a 'next time' from Richard. He knew a cellist in the orchestra, and he'd see). There were more OOHS and AAHS at the good and bad of a show, including "10.00 for CANDY?" from Paul. Again, Richard answered "It's a special night. If you want them, we'll get them. But at intermission. You can't eat during the show. It's not the movies.
As they sat down, Mike was on the aisle because his legs were so long, then Richard, then davey, then Paul. Richard thought he needed to keep Mike and Paul as far apart as possible, and he wanted to sit between the two most important men in his life.
It was a good performance. A really good performance. And then something happened Richard hadn't anticipated. When Dolly came out and began to sing "Before the Parade Passes By" he began to lose it. And it got worse. He was experienced enough at shows not to make too much noise, but for someone who never let anyone see him cry, the gig was up. Davey saw it, and grabbed his hand, and whispered "RICHARD. Is everything ok?
Richard smiled. "No , no. Everything is wonderful. I mean it. It is. This is a good cry. I'll explain at the intermitt." Mike grabbed his oher hand. He seemed to have gotten it, he whispered "No parade is worth it without you leading Dad."
Even Paul was concerned. He tried to circle Richard's middle with his arms. "Dad... what happened? Do you want to leave? Is there someone who hurt you? SHOW ME?"
Richard shook his head, smiled, and wiped away his tears.
"No, no no. I hope you all understand this, because... I think I can only get this out once. Not that long ago, I was CONVINCED that the parade WAS passing me by. I was CONVINCED that I would lead a good, but lonely life, and there would be no love in it. " He looked at them. Then each of you came along. And when she began singing, I was thinking 'no parade is gonna pass me by again.' He kissed each of them. "Thank you ALL for being part of my life. "
They took a side trip to Gradisca to get some dinner. Gradisca looked at Paul and put her fists on her hips "Ti ricordo" (I remember YOU) "NO PIZZE" Paul understood that much. Carla had taught him enough Italian so that he could pacify her, and they had one of Gradisca's notoriously delicious pastas and then her veal stew. She would not take no as an answer for dessert, because she had made "torta della nonna " with her home made marmellata. She and Richard had a long chat in Italian, with lots of laughing and gestures, while davey began to think "you know what? He gave us ALL a parade. We didn't just give it to him."
The ride home was pretty quiet, because everyone was so full - not just with food, but with EVERYTHING. Mike was riding up front with davey, while Paul and Richard were playing a game of car charades in the bag seat. Paul kept on using dirty expressions for his rounds, and Richard was thinking "he's doing everything I would be doing at his age. I HAVE to think back: I don't remember any other women, but..."
Back in the house, as everyone began to wind down, Mike gave both dads a kiss. "Thank you for today, it was wonderful." He looked at Richard. "she sang about old oak leaves in her Bible. I know you have your share. Keep them. But remember: there's new growth in this house, and there always will be." Then they embraced. Paul promised to teach Richard more dirty slang when they had the chance, while davey - davey was eyeing Harris with "the look." When the kids left, he came up and whispered into Harris ear. "On top of me. Right now. You stay dressed. Just take off that coat. " Harris liked the idea. He got davey out of his sweater, and brought him to the bedroom, where he did put him on his back and climbed on top.
"So.. who's my tender lamb? Who's this wolf gonna eat tonight?" "Wouldn't be me. I'm gonna get away. Just you wait and see." Harris laughed "OH, i don't think so. I think I've got you JUST where I want you." davey squirmed,and bucked his hips. "LET ME GO. LET ME GO." He moved his head back and forth when Harris tried to kiss him, until Harris gently pushed a knee in his crotch. It stopped the squirming long enough for him to get his tongue into davey's mouth again, always a pacifier for the man.
"How does it feel to be sheared, davey? "Wonderful Sir. I have a favor to ask. After tonight, can you lock me up again? That was hot." Harris saw an advantage. "you're gonna have to beg to convince me davey boy.." He began opening Mike's shirt on davey, and went for his nips. The moaning started soon after that, and he went in for the spot where the tattoo marked davey's hotspot. The moans turned to deep breaths, and high pitched whines - just like a lamb.
"OH SIR. OH GOD SIR. I want your sexy self in me. FUCK ME. PLEASE. Then lock me up. PLEASE. Make sure your lamb doesn't get himself into trouble..."
Harris showed his teeth. "I think I'm still hungry. I need to eat my lamb.." davey thought he was in for a rimming. Not quite yet... Harris started making small, "mouse bites" on davey's balls.
"OH GOD SIR. What are you doing to me?" "Letting you know who's boss, davey boy."
Then he began licking davey's cock like it was a lollipop. Up and down, and on all sides. "I can't do that if you're locked up. Wanna reconsider?" Harris laughed.
NO SIR. CONTROL ME. Control my cumming. PLEASE Just fuck me now. PLEASE SIR."
Harris wasn't ready to do that yet, and NOW he started rimming the oversensitized davey, who just lost it and began squirting everywhere. "OH OH OH GOD. I'm sorry Sir. I got your face."
"That's ok handsome. I got your ass." He plunged in. Davey was so relaxed and so ready, he just slid in with no problems at all. Davey grabbed his ankles so Harris could get in further, and then he stretched out on davey, and kissed him. "Thank you for leading my parade, handsome"
Davey answered "JUST KEEP ON GIVING ME THAT BATON."
Harris laughed " I wish I could be a twirler. Instead, I'm just a SHOOTER. The cum began to fill davey's gut. They had both been unsure when they gave up the condoms, but the warmth was something that reminded davey of the cocoa he used to get as a boy. It was that comforting: knowing that his husband was not just in him, but IN him, and deliriously happy to be there.
Davey smiled when it was over. "I wanted that since I was you this morning, in that sexy outfit. Please Sir. Another request. Dress up for me more. I'm serious. When I'd come to the restaurant and you'd be there, in your suit and tie, walking around, and you'd see me, and give me that smile. You know... I'm surprised I wasn't just a puppy puddle on the floor."
Richard made a note to go shopping that week. He'd take Travis. He hadn't seen him in a while, and they had a lot to catch up on. And Travis had MUCH better taste in clothes than he did.