Tom and Luke Get a Family Pt. 02

He awoke next morning to find Olivia's arms round him. Giovanni was gurgling quietly in his little bed. Tom gently slipped out of her grasp and went and made three cups of tea and a bottle of warm milk. He kissed Luke as he gave him his tea and whispered, "First time successful!" He returned with the tea to Olivia, who was now sitting up in bed. He kissed her and said, "Grazie, cara Olivia nostra."

She replied with a grin, "Prego. Fino a questa notte!" (You're welcome. Till tonight!). Tom then hoisted Giovanni out of his crib and sat him on his knee to give him his bottle. The next night they repeated things except that this time Tom took Olivia's legs on to his shoulder. All the books say that lovers should not use the "doggy" position if they want to conceive, so they carefully avoided any position in which Olivia was not on her back. Tom told Olivia that he would not talk to Luke about the intimate details unless it became necessary for Luke to take a turn at fucking. For the next three nights, they made love once each night. Once or twice, but fortunately after they had finished lovemaking, Giovanni had wakened up and Tom had had to get up and give him a bottle of warm milk.

The next couple of weeks were slightly tense, as they waited for Olivia's period. Unfortunately, it started precisely on time, so their first round of attempts had not been successful. Both Luke and Olivia felt that as they had quite enjoyed their first attempt, it would not be ideal for Luke to try, and indeed, he was quite reluctant. Tom told him that as he was fucking Olivia, he could not fuck Luke at the same time, so if Luke wanted sex with Tom, he would have to do the fucking himself.

The following month Tom and Olivia tried again for five successive nights, using the shower and perfume as before. They both enjoyed it, though Tom found that five nights in succession was tiring and affecting his work. However, this time they were more successful. After three weeks they tried a pregnancy test, which proved positive. However, Olivia preferred to wait another couple of weeks before going to the doctor.

Both she and Tom were delighted that what had made them both very apprehensive had been successfully achieved, and the boys were able to look forward to continuing their fatherhood. The three of them decided this time not to ask for the sex of the baby to be disclosed. Tom told Ben the news in strictest confidence, to be rewarded with Ben's revelation that Leonora was also pregnant for the second time! It turned out that her baby was due within a couple of weeks of Olivia's. Luke preferred not to mention his forthcoming fatherhood at work.

The men did however tell Arturo and Bastian, but swore them to secrecy. They did not tell their families until Olivia was four months gone. Luke told Pauline at the same time, and asked her when she was going to get married. She said that she still did not have a definite date. When Tom phoned his sister Liz and told her the news, she was delighted. "I knew that you could do it!" she exclaimed. "I haven't met Olivia or Giovanni yet, but she must be a nice person to help a gay man to get her pregnant. I'm dying to meet her and your babies!"

In the weeks after Olivia had conceived, whenever Tom and Luke made love together, Luke would look anxiously at Tom to see if he was enjoying it. He looked for signs that Tom might be less keen to make love or that he was having difficulty in getting his dick hard, but Tom was just his usual loving, gentle but possessive and persistent self. As for Luke, he was more demanding than usual and sometimes quite rough in his treatment of Tom when he fucked him. Moreover, Luke made a determined effort to give Olivia more attention. After all, he realized, she was carrying the child of the man he loved. The more time he spent with her, the sweeter he found her. She was certainly not a submissive, low-profile girl. "I wish I had known you when you were a student," he said. "I bet you had a lot of men chasing you!"

Chapter XVI Giovanni visits his grandparents

By now Christmas and the New Year were approaching. Because none of them was keen to fly when Olivia was pregnant, they decided to spend both holidays at Luke's mother's with the boys returning to Trabizona for the days between, as Luke of course had to work, leaving Olivia and Giovanni behind. Dorotea and Massimo were delighted to spend more time with their grandson, and Bianca, home for Christmas, was enjoying the company of her nephew, whom she was meeting for the first time, as well as making Olivia's acquaintance. She was far from happy to hear who had fathered Olivia's coming child. Several years abroad had not, it seemed, made her forget how much she fancied Tom.

She had always imagined Tom as exclusively given over to men, and the thought of him fucking another woman lowered him in her estimation. 'I could have given him a baby' she foolishly thought, but was too old and sensible to say it to anyone. This was just as well, as her parents would not have liked the idea at all. Although now in her twenties, she still had some rather immature ideas about relationships.

Little Giovanni was now beginning to walk, though it would be some months yet before he could get very far. He very rarely now woke in the middle of the night, and when he did, Olivia was happy to get out of bed and see to him.

Chapter XVII Waiting for the next birth

The new production that the Teatro Musicale brought out in February was Verdi's Aïda. Pauline and Luke had racked their brains about how to produce a satisfying production without it costing a fortune. One day instead of going home to lunch, Luke went out to eat with Pauline. The subject of Luke's family cropped up and Luke said that he was slightly, but only slightly, worried about Tom, who had confessed to having rather enjoyed fucking Olivia. He told Pauline that Olivia had more sexual experience than they had realized, and although Tom had not told him the details, it was very clear that Olivia had also enjoyed being fucked.

"We both love her," he said, "she has been an ideal mother and housemate. But she must be missing sexual intercourse. Of course, it won't be anything of a problem for the next year or so, because a lot of married couples abstain during late pregnancy and early breast-feeding, but after that she needs to get out and meet some other men. On the other hand, I suppose that if she wanted yet another baby, I could always have a try at fathering one. Although I don't relish the idea of fucking a woman, I don't want her to get too close to Tom. I want to keep him to myself!"

"Luke, you are being stupid, as well as indiscreet in talking to me about this. You have no reason to think that Tom is bi, and even if he were, he is not the kind of person to let you down. Enjoy his love and don't imagine things! You are being unnecessarily negative. After all, Olivia has not yet given birth. You might have all sorts of problems in that connexion in the next year, and I'm sure that Tom still loves you. You have only to notice the way that he looks at you. But I will keep my eye on future recruits to the chorus. A nice young tenor or baritone might be forthcoming who might suit Olivia! We will be interviewing for a couple of male voices within the next six months, so I will bear in mind that we should prefer single men."

Luke said, "Pauline, you're not Italian, so you may not be able to answer this question, but what is the average Italian male's attitude to sexually experienced women? Do they consider a non-virgin 'second-hand goods,' or do they welcome a woman who knows the way in bed?"

"I'm not really qualified to answer that question!" said Pauline, "But I would guess that it depends on age. I think most men under thirty-five might not be looking for a virgin bride, but older men might well be put off. Luke, are you seriously wanting to marry Olivia off? It might bring on terrible problems with the children."

"I would love to have her as a permanent housemate, but she may want sex, and even if she were prepared to sleep with either or both of us, and we were able to satisfy her, (which is not a foregone conclusion), she would always know that she was second-best. That might not worry some women, but Olivia needs to be loved for herself. If she were particularly religious like Tom and me, she might be happy with a pillar-of-the-church role, but she has no strong views. She likes to go to church, and is happy to come to the English church twice a month with us men, and she is quite willing for Giovanni and his sibling-to-be being brought up as Anglicans.

"As far as churchiness is concerned, she is most definitely NOT like Leonora Curtiss, with whom I used to go regulary to the opera as a student, and with whom I went on a pilgrimage to the Sacro Monte at Orta San Giulio. I don't know whether I ever told you, but when Leonora was younger, she was going to enter a convent, and so was happy to play a chaste 'fag-hag' role going to the opera with me. She didn't really change her mind about the convent till she met Ben. In spite of my opera-singing father, I really only got into opera when I attended the Teatro Communale in Bologna with her when I was an Erasmus student. It was due to my father's singing teacher, Marcello Fabioni that I got the idea of working in opera."

Young Giovanni was growing and was making unintelligible sounds whenever he was spoken to, and it was clear that he was trying to say words. Soon after Christmas when he was about eighteen months old, he managed to say his first word, which was "No!" The family decided that Tom and Luke should always talk to him in English and Olivia and Costanza in Italian. In that way, he would grow up absolutely bilingual. It seemed ironic that the first word he spoke was one of the few that are the same in English and Italian! He was now moving about the house on his hands and knees, and stair-gates had to be installed to prevent him falling downstairs or climbing upstairs.

One evening Tom, Luke and Olivia invited Ben and Leonora to come round for a meal cooked by Costanza. All entertaining by Tom and Luke had to be done on a Wednesday or a Sunday, because of Luke's work commitments. They told the visitors not to get a baby-sitter, but to bring Francesco and a carry-cot, so that the babies could play together before putting Francesco to bed in the carry-cot. The two babies got on well together and the parents decided that the two families should see more of one another. Francesco was already chattering in a mixture of Italian and English, and he too was growing up bilingual. Tom advised Ben to leave the car at his house and to go home with the family by taxi, so that he could enjoy a drink or two and that he could collect the car the next morning.

The weeks went by and Olivia's bump got steadily bigger. The baby was due in September, and Luke had to make arrangements with Cornelio and Pauline about what would happen if he was suddenly called away from work and absent for more than a couple of days. They both reckoned that they could manage without him for a couple of weeks if necessary. Olivia seemed to blossom when she was pregnant. She was bright and chatty, took turns with Costanza to cook the midday meal and talked animatedly to Luke and Tom over the lunch table. By now Giovanni was two years old and could walk and sit up in a high chair for the daily family lunch. His vocabulary was developing slowly in both Italian and English, though still confined to single words, and Tom's heart still leapt for joy every time he saw him.

Luke was getting steadily more fond of the new animated Olivia, and was beginning to think that if she ever did want a third child, he might try and father it. He and Tom discussed this one night in bed. These days it was about the only time that they could get time alone together. Luke had just about got over his irrational fears that Tom was bi. "I think that if Olivia does decide to have another baby, you should go for fatherhood" said Tom. "But it is much too early to think in those terms at the moment. Just think how lucky you and I are, we could fuck seven days a week if we wanted to: men don't have menstrual interruptions, nor interruptions due to pregnancy or breast-feeding. It's well known that gay men have more sex than straight men because women, in addition to having a menstrual cycle with changing periods of desire, are also statistically less inclined to have sexual intercourse than men. But I'm fed up of being top. Please will you fuck me now, Luke?"

Luke nodded in delight. He ran his hands through Tom's short hair and caressed the back of his neck. Then he started to nibble Tom's hairy nipples, getting hold of the hair with his teeth and gently tugging on it. Tom shivered with pleasure and wrapped his right arm round Luke's back, sliding it down until he reached Luke's buttocks and cupped his hand over each brown and smooth cheek in turn. Luke moved his lips upwards and gently began to bite Tom's neck. Then he moved his lips downward, kissing at intervals, lingering at belly-button and treasure trail, until he reached the snake's den. The snake meanwhile had turned into a red-hot broom-handle, oozing watery precome. Luke took the head into his mouth and chewed it for several minutes. Tom spread and lifted his legs, opening up a delicious hairy cleft.

Luke started to drool at the sight and pushed his face into the gap, the hair silky-smooth against his tongue and lips. Tom moaned gently with delight. "You beautiful man!" he said, "You have the build and the horniness of teenager, you are so unbelievably sweet and loving. It seems impossible that we are both turned thirty and will never see those years of awakening manhood again. I wish the responsibilities of jobs and fatherhood, allowed us more time to fuck!"

Luke could not reply, even if he had wanted to. His tongue was now as deep in Tom's crack as it would go, and his saliva was acting as a prelube. Without lifting his head, he reached the unscrewed tube of gel and squeezed some over his fingers. He then withdrew his head and poked the gel-laden fingers into Tom's hole, pressing them sideways to stretch the sphincter. "Oh, that's GOOD!" said Tom. "Anything of yours inside me is heaven. Get your cock in there quick!" Luke paused for a moment to roll a previously unwrapped condom onto his tool and pushed it firmly into Tom's hairy entrance. He pushed steadily until his pubic hair was mingling with the hair lining Tom's crack. He then set to work vigorously, while Tom moaned with pleasure.

In spite of them having thrown off the bedding, they were both sweating profusely, their perspiration mingling with the scent of Storing pour homme as they enjoyed the warmth and proximity of each other's sweaty bodies. Luke reached out and put his arms round Tom's shoulders as he lay there, in an endeavour to bring their bodies even closer together, and slowed down a little in his fucking movements. "Faster and harder!" hissed Tom, "Fuck the shit out of me!"

After another two or three minutes, Tom, who had been rubbing his hard dick for several minutes, came with a gasp and sprayed man-juice over his belly. Immediately afterwards, Luke shot his load deep inside his mate. As he felt the blood slowly regressing from his tool, he pulled it out and dropped himself of top of Tom, his belly landing in the puddle of spunk on Tom's abdomen. He lay on top of his stud-boy and covered his face and chest with kisses before he felt the condom slowly slipping off his now totally limp manhood. "Bathroom, quick!" he said, "before we make a mess of the bed!"

They turned on the shower and squeezed beneath it together. They washed each other fondly and tenderly, and although Tom could not help thinking of how Olivia had washed him not many months before, he enjoyed Luke's attentions much more. So much in fact that he found himself rock-hard again. He rubbed some soap on his tool and whispered to Luke to bend over. "We don't need a condom in the shower," he said. "The only other person I've had sex with is Olivia." With these words, and without much foreplay, he thrust his man-stick into the cleft in Luke's delicious brown arse.

"My turn to say 'That's good!'" said Luke, as he felt the slimy plug enter his rear end. Tom worked his cock steadily in and out, enjoying the second most supreme male experience of penetration. It did not take long for him to shoot a second time and emptied his remaining jism into Luke's welcoming hole.

"My darling boy, you and our sons are my whole life. I would kill myself if you were taken away from me!" Tom said. They turned off the water and got dried.

Chapter XVIII Olivia's second confinement

The time drew near for Olivia to give birth. She warned the men that this time the labour period was likely to be much less prolonged, and that they should be ready to take her to hospital at a few minutes notice. Dorothea had volunteered once again to be there for the event, but this time she would be needed to look after Giovanni. To be absolutely sure, she arrived about two weeks before the expected date and took up residence in the guest room. Massimo had gone to stay at his sister's, rather than survive on takeaways or his own cooking! The men continued in their daily work, but found it difficult to concentrate.

At family lunchtimes, Giovanni was increasingly eating his food without help, with his grandmother sitting next to him with help when he needed it. Olivia now seemed enormous, and the strain of the additional weight was beginning to have its effect on her. She looked tired. Both the men looked concerned. Luke went to see Costanza and asked her if she could make sure that she did all the cooking during the week and Tom would cook at the weekend.

By the time that a week had elapsed after Olivia's due date without anything happening, the whole household was beginning to get jittery. Dorotea was getting fed up that Massimo had been left so long on his own, Costanza was hoping that the baby would not arrive at a weekend, the boys were just hoping that it would happen soon. One morning however, about 6 am, Olivia woke up with pains in her belly. She staggered out of bed and woke Dorothea and the boys. "Labour has finally arrived!" she said.

The men hastily washed and dressed, not stopping to shave, and helped Olivia, by now groaning in pain, downstairs and into the waiting car. "The contractions are getting stronger and stronger," she whispered. Tom was driving, and Luke was sitting beside Olivia. The early morning Trabizonan rush hour had not yet arrived, and they soon reached the hospital, where Olivia was rapidly admitted to the maternity ward. Once she was safely in bed, moaning in pain, Tom and Luke crept quietly into the room and sat beside her bed. "Tom, per favore, mano mia tenere," she whispered. Her cries got louder and louder, a nurse and a midwife arrived and Luke was promptly hustled out of the room.

Tom's emotions were quite different this time from when Giovanni was born. This time his main feeling was one of guilt. He knew that only he had caused poor Olivia's pain. 'Childbirth is a rotten experience,' he thought. 'That's another advantage of being a man: not only no monthly blood and mess and no cyclic emotions, but no labour pains. No wonder women are not often eager for sex when it leads to this!' Olivia suddenly gave a convulsive jerk and got hold of his hand even more tightly. The midwife turned on the nitrous oxide and oxygen and firmly disengaged Tom's hand from Olivia's. "Andate sedere nell' angolo!" (Go sit in the corner), she hissed. Tom did as he was told. The cries got less frenzied as Olivia inhaled the soothing anaesthetic. Tom's discomfort continued for only a few minutes. The midwife then lifted a messy-looking red object yelling quite lustily even when the umbilical cord was still attached. "Hai un' figlio!" (You have a son!) she said. "È grande, quattro kilo!" (He's big, four kg).