It was sort of funny that you built a rather successful business in sports clothes and uniforms as you were probably the last person you’d associate anything athletic with. At five foot 7 and two hundred pounds, you were hardly the model for the company products, but your innovative design for a patented fabric which was incredible at wicking up the perspiration while giving a strong support to musculature and fitting so comfortably that thousands of professionals not only wrote to you about it but offered to be spokesmodels in return for free products. So you found a niche in the market and utilized it to secure a very comfortable living, for you and your family.
Investors decided that you needed to go global with this product and you brought it to the attention of the board of directors. After a short discussion, it was decided that you would investigate the interest in the common market so you set a two year study for desirability in the big hitter countries; Germany, Britain, France, and Spain. If things were accepted by the public like it was in America then you’d set up satellite companies and further explore across the continent.
Now there was no reason not to believe the success would be there, so you sought out some reliable translators to make sure you weren’t getting screwed by your potential clients. This is where Damian comes in. Your older son who had no desire to follow you into the family business who instead spent your money studying romance languages and becoming an expert in things French, Spanish, and Italian. You suspected he was more interested in the men, but that wasn’t something you discussed with him.
As you had already bankrolled five years in his collegiate attempt to find meaning in his life, the twist of fate brought him to the business firm after all. When you discussed with him how you wanted him to be your right hand man interpreting everything for you, his chiseled face lit up. As you had some German in college, you decided to get a refresher course and pick it back up as well. Looks like you were ready to tap into the common market.
After your initial foray, you found your product was as popular there as it was here. You had developed a good reputation and by allowing national designers a bit of freedom, it was a hit with the athletes. Add to that your son with his innate language skills opened the door for international trade. His attractive features, which he inherited from his mother, thank God, were able to put the colleagues at rest while he discussed what you were wanting to do. At least that what you hoped they were discussing because somehow sportswear always managed to bring a lot of embarrassed smiles to the other mens faces. But Damian proved to be a useful dark horse weapon as you started to make a name brand in Europe.
This proved better than expected, so you decided to splurge and take your family to see your new factories as you went sightseeing in London, Chartres, Nice, and Barcelona. You had always wanted to take your wife on a romantic trip and this was long overdue. And Damian ans brother Josh were old enough that you didn’t need to be supervising them.
You and your family enjoyed the English countryside after you did your obligatory tour of the factory. It was pleasant seeing the old ways still being followed in the older sections of the countryside. It was also refreshing to see the boys taking such an interest in the history all around them. At one point while you were touring Windsor castle you got a big surprise when you found Damian in a discussion with a couple of the guards about something concerning cod pieces and the ability to rapidly remove them. The guards offered to show him the proper technique for rapid removal and they led him to a less tracked section for a one on one demonstration.
When they emerged a short while later, the one was all smiles as he told my boy he was a natural when it came to maneuvering it. You could teach a few things with your dexterity. Well, it made me proud to see my boy being so praised. I must remember to ask him just what a cod piece was and how we could incorporate them into our current lines.
By the end of the week we were ready to cross the channel to visit the highlight of the trip. I coyldnt wait to get my wife alone under the eiffel tower in the moonlight and stroll with her along the Seine. Its always been a bit of a dream for me. And for my older boy as well as hed been madly scouring his cell phone after we alit from the ferry. He and Josh must of had a really bad state room cause I saw a number of crew members exiting from it during the trip. When I asked Josh about it, he just said that Damian was sure he was hearing gurgling noises and those guys were amusing him by coming in and checking things out. It’s amazing how willing those guys were to put him at ease. In fact they’re gave him a tour of the engine room just so he would be more at ease with the safety of the ship. He mustve been convinced but jeeze the dirt down there. He had to take a shower when he got back and he ended up just tossing his clothes. But you know how Damian can get!
While we were touring the Chartres plant, I saw how the years of college paid off. Damian was walking with the senior members, conversing like he was a natural born French man. I was of course list at what they were saying but Damian kept the conversation going. At one point he mustve said something they weren’t expecting to hear as the men all gasped and a couple clutched their chests, but Damian just continued and smacked his finger tips as if he was talking about a delicious meal. Then he mustve mentioned eating something as the guys started smiling as Damian imitated eating a baguette, grabbing a load by the side and stuffing it in his mouth. I heard him say ‘beste’ and I think he was telling them it was the best one he’d had so I nodded emphatically. The guys got big eyed again and quickly turned to bigger smiles as Damian told them something about me and the word 'pére’ which I knew was the word for father. I just smiled and raised my eyebrows as they all grinned back and patted me on the back.
Later that evening when I was going out for a stroll with Louise, I saw Josh and asked him what he and his brother were going to do and he just grinned and said he was planning on resting tonight and maybe review his Spanish a little. Damian had just left to meet up with a couple guys hed been chatting with online. Said they had been at the tour today. I think he said the one guy was named Guy and the other was Beet, I think.
Downstairs as I passed the bar with Louise, I saw Damian sitting with two fellows at a booth so I went in and greeted them. The guys got spooked so I’m thinking they didn’t recognize me so I reached out to shake hands and trying to be suave, I addressed the young guy with the close cropped beard as Guy and the older fellow as Beet. They looked at me with surprised eyes then they looked at Damian with a grin as he once again told them I was his 'pére’ and the guys shook my hand. When I realized my French was just about done, I said enjoy and mimicked drinking some fine wine and then sighed.
As we left, Louise mentioned that Damian had found some rather virile new friends. Those guys really filled out their trousers! I just told her that that was the way our new line looked in France. She smiled and said I needed to get a few pairs then to wear back home!
When we ambled back in after our late night stroll, I saw Josh was still in his chair, but was fast asleep with his Spanish conversation book in his lap. Damian was passed out on the sofa with his phone resting on his chest. The boys looked like angels as they slept. Yes the heavens did wel, to give them both their mother’s good looks and physical attraction with my brains and keen sense of business.
As I took the throw off the couch and went to cover Damian, I lifted his phone to put it on the coffee table. As my thumb touched the screen, it activated and it opened to a picture of the one of the guys at the bar. The younger guy with the beard who had on a smile and nothing else. OMG! He was packing a hefty pole and it was in his right hand as he pointed it at the camera. I scrolled down and below it was a picture of Damian kneeling before him with the guy’s hands holding his head as he fed my son his cock. His face was turned to the ceiling as he enjoyed a blowjob from my boy. The next one showed the other guy who was now showing his immense cock sticking out of his suit pants. Then a picture of him naked as well with just Damian covering his dick with ass. Both were smiling as the older guy was gripping my son around the hips as he impaled him on his poker.
The final picture showed Damian back sucking the younger guy while he was getting his ass drilled by the older fellow. I couldnt see the details but it looked like the two guys mightve been kissing each other. I heard a moan over my shoulder and I looked up to see Josh peering over my shoulder. He grinned at my surprise as he pointed to the last picture and said that Damian told him that this is called the Eiffel Tower pose. Kind of fitting thing to do while in Paris, huh dad?
Damian says that with my Spanish being up to snuff, he’s gonna take me with him as he tries his luck with the hot young couples on the Spanish Mediterranean. He says that together we can be screwing those hot señors and señoritas side by side. Finally something the brothers Franklin can do together. Too bad you’re married or you mightve been our wing man. By the way dad, I want to start learning Greek. I’m betting we could really score on those islands, and Damy doesn’t know any so he won’t be overshadowing me!
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