Davey began training for the marathon that week. He knew, right away , it was going to be hard. He could handle 7, maybe 8 miles, with no trouble. Getting beyond that, though, was going to be his first wall. Since he had the job, and Richie was home most evenings, he tried to train early in the morning. Now, getting out of bed with Richie was NOT easy. First, he had a habit of throwing a leg over davey when they slept, which very much pinned davey down. And then, he held davey in what he called "the camel clutch," spooning, but holding davey so close and so tight, that a little more, and davey would have had trouble breathing. Perhaps the most difficult part of getting out of that bed, though, was that he usually woke Richie, and Richie was, let's say "an early riser." If davey didn't get out of the bed fast enough, he'd find himself underneath Harris, sometimes rimmed, sometimes fucked, sometimes with his mouth filled with cock. He didn't mind that, but he DID have to work out if he was going to finish that race.
The rest of the household kept on needling davey and Mr. Harris about their "Sunday morning running date," which davey was quite adamant he was not going to let Richie out of it. So on Saturday night, when Harris came into the bedroom, with a new pair of handcuffs in his hand, davey smiled. "You gonna get up and run with me tomorrow Sir?" Harris just glared at him "you gonna sit in that chair with your hands behind your back?" The game went on for a few rounds, before either davey let himself be captured, or Harris captured him. The end was the same. It always was. Davey would struggle, and eventually find himself handcuffed, and gagged, with his legs spread wide, and his shirt opened. Then, Harris would get to work on his nips, gently squeezing them, nibbling them, sometimes biting them, sometimes using the clamps. While he was doing that, he'd gently but firmly push his knee into davey's crotch, and "massage" davey's cock. This would go on, until the answer to "wanna get fucked pretty boi" was a head shake yes. Both Harris and davey knew it was a game: davey was always ready to get fucked on Saturday afternoon/night, and it had become one of their rituals. They both loved it.
That wasn't the only Saturday game. Sometimes, Harris would play "Tarzan" with davey as Tarzan. Davey had been captured by a savage (Harris) , and was staked out, on the bed, with nothing on but a pair of short shorts. Edging and milking would follow, before Harris , totally aroused, would just ram his cock deeply into davey .
Harris' passion for davey seemed to keep on growing. Davey actually had to beg him not to scruff him so much, because he would show up to school in turtlenecks that didn't really hide the "damage" Harris had left. Davey had heard students, more than once, whispering about "Coach Cannon's love bites."
Harris and davey were deep in sleep on a Saturday night, after one of their games: the one with the handcuffs and chair. Davey began to dream: he dreamed he was tied to that chair, shirtless, wearing only the tight jeans Harris loved. He was also gagged, very tightly. In the dream, Harris would come into the room with a small box, get down on a knee in front of davey and say "davey, will you marry me?" Gagged, all davey could do was nod yes , as vigorously as he could. And each time, Harris would sigh and say "ok, I'll come back again. Maybe you'll be ready." This repeated, over and over, until Harris just said "Ok, davey, I guess I'll find someone else" and walked out. Davey woke up out of that dream yelling "PLEASE SIR PLEASE COME BACK YES. YES. FOREVER YES." Harris was a deep sleeper, but there was no way he could stay asleep after that screaming. He saw davey crying, and pulled him into him. "A nightmare, sweetpea?" "Yes sir. Yes. I'm sorry I woke you. I'm sorry." But he didn't stop crying. Harris put his hand on davey's shoulder. "Turn around, love. Face me. How about sleeping like this for a little while? You're going to need some more rest. " Harris grinned "And I get to feel up your ass." When davey turned, Harris kissed him. "I'm not going to ask you what you're dreaming. That's between you and you, so to speak. But if you ever feel you need help, well, you know Carla is a good listener. I am too, but I'm sure you'd rather talk to her. And that's ok. And if that doesn't work, we'll get someone else to talk to you. Now..." and he reached over and kissed each of davey's eyelids . "Let's try to dry those tears, and maybe you'll have some good dreams." Davey curled into him. "This helps Sir. Thank you. " Harris smiled, as his hand went to davey's ass. "Before you fall asleep, kitten, who does this belong to?" Davey smiled "you sir. It's yours." He drifted off to sleep. Harris pretended to sleep, until his boy was. He felt a need to protect him, but he didn't know from what. Then he slept too.
'RISE AND SHINE BIG MAN" davey was poking at Harris . "Time to hit the road." Davey was washed, and dressed in a faded t shirt and some old orange gym shorts. "Oh shit..." Harris began to stir. "Good morning sunshine. I think." "YES SIR. PLENTY OF SUNSHINE OUT THERE, and we're gonna go get some of it." Harris muttered to himself "why did I agree to this?" He turned to davey "Is it ok to have coffee before training?" NO SIR. No coffee. It makes you pee during the run. Now I pulled out some clothes for you, so I'll give you 5 minutes, then OUT WE GO!!!!" Davey planted a kiss on Harris' forehead, and headed to the main room. "Good lord. I'm sleeping with the Everready bunny" he muttered, as he pulled on the clothes.
Clearly, davey was aiming for maximum embarrassment for him. He had pulled out a magenta tank top, some gym shorts that were probably worn by a drag queen at Mardi Gras, and sneakers Harris didn't even know he had. Did Travis give him those luminescent green laces? When he went downstairs, he was greeted by the "family." They had all stopped by for this moment. Pictures were taken. Sam was the one who said "best of luck to you Sir. And there's a surprise. Carla baked some cookies. But they're hidden. After you've finished your morning trot, it'll be up to davey to decide if you get them or not. Davey had a wicked look on his face "it may take more than 5 miles Sir." Harris growled " Take more than 5 miles? You're gonna take 8 inches you little bastard."
"OK SIR, " shouted davey as they hit the road. "Now, I've got to try to put in 10, maybe 12, so here's what we'll do. You and I, we'll run together for 2.5 miles, then you can head back. I'll be back at the house when I'm done. READY?" Harris was shaking his head "What did I do to make you so mean?" Davey laughed. "It's my job. Maybe you should call me Coach Cannon." Harris growled. "Maybe I should call you manbitch." Davey blushed. "As incentive, I'm gonna run in front. That way you see my sweet ass moving up and down. Again, Harris growled. "Not sure it's worth it." Davey took off, and Harris followed.
After about a mile, davey called back "How's it going Sir?" Harris, panting, got out, "are you SURE we're the same age. " "THAT'S THE SPIRIT SIR. KEEP A GOOD ATTITUDE. WE'RE GONNA STEP IT UP NOW." Davey increased the pace a little "OH SHIT," thought Harris "I think I DO fuck the everready bunny." At about 1.5 miles, Harris seemed to get a second wind. He began to pick up his pace, and suddenly, davey felt himself being goosed. "OOH. GOOD MAN. It's those bouncing peaches that'll keep you going. "When do I get to turn around, davey. "One more mile. C'mon. You can do it. Think of what you can do to the coach this afternoon."
At 2.5 miles, davey stopped. "Ok, this is where you turn back Sir. " He planted a kiss on Harris' lips. "You're doing great. I can't wait until I get back." Harris smiled. "Neither can I. You're gonna pay for this." He turned around, and began to pant his way home. He heard davey laughing. The road out had been uphill, so he was able to pick up speed on the way back. When he saw the house, he laughed "nothing to it..." He picked up his pace, and got back.
In the house, after he caught his breath he realized: he had just done a 5 mile run! When had he done the last one? He remembered. It was high school. The track team led the other students in a health day run, and davey had been the leader. That's why Richie had gone. He nearly died. He finished next to last, but he finished. That way he could get a high five from davey, and a "good job."
"Good job." Hmmm. Harris found his way into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. While it was working, he pulled off his sweaty clothes, pulling his jock to the side. He showered, dried off, and got out a few toys.... Then he sat down and had his coffee.
Davey, in the meanwhile, had just gotten to the 6 mile mark for his run. He was now going into what was new territory for him. He turned, and thought of how his lover had done the 5 miles. He was so proud of him. He was proud of himself for having been a part of it. He also began thinking "what is he going to do to me today?" , because he knew that Harris was NOT going to let this one go. "Easy Cannon" he told himself. "If you get aroused, you'll lose speed. " He tried to focus back on the run. It was challenging, but it was a downhill run for him too, and his stride lengthened. When he saw the house, he did a fist pump in the air. "A personal best, distance wise. For both of us. "
Harris had fucked him after a run before. He had told davey that his sweaty ass was lubed just right for fucking, and it had been an easy one . So davey expected to be grabbed when he came in and thrown onto the bed. That didn't happen. He looked around for Harris. He wasn't to be found. BUT..., there was a leather dog collar, with a note. "PUT IT ON and get on all fours." "GULP" thought davey. "This is something new. " He did what he was told, and then he saw Harris come in, all in black, with a paddle in one hand, and a leash in the other.
"SOMEONE... has been a very bad pup. SOMEONE needs a spanking." "YES SIR" davey answered, right before the paddle came down on his ass. He felt it hit 20 times, as Harris went on about how a wise ass, should be a red ass. Then he clipped the leash to the collar. "Think you're such a hotshot davey boi? Let's see if you can do some dog tricks. BEG." Davey got on his knees, and put his hands in front of him, like paws. "NO, cur... " Harris pulled the leash so hard, davey fell over. BEG FOR THIS." He pulled down his jeans, to show davey his hard cock. "Please SIR. Can I taste it? Can I take it in my mouth. Please..." he didn't get a chance to finish. Harris shoved it deep down his throat. davey nearly gagged. His throat was already raw, and parched, from the run, and now he had to lube up to take Harris' cock. He seemed to be doing a good job, because Harris was smiling and muttering 'yes, yes."
"OK cur" Harris yelled "roll over. On your back. " Davey was more than happy to do this. He loved when Harris played with his belly. That's not what he did though. He saw a look pass over Harris' eyes, and then he felt a foot press down on his cock, just enough to make him uncomfortable. "I don't know if we can have two male dogs in the house. We may have to take care of this." Davey began to get into the spirit of the game, and whimpered like a pup. That's when Harris DID start rubbing his belly. "Good dog. Good dog. You're gonna have to show me how you beg again." Davey got on his knees and again, went for Harris cock. This time, Harris kept it in his mouth, until he nearly exploded. "Good job. Good job." He winked at davey. "Now, what are we gonna do with this pup who seems to be in heat?" He pulled davey off the floor by the leash. Then he lashed his arms behind him. He pulled down davey's soaking shorts, and then... Harris put his mouth around davey's cock. "OH GOD SIR. OH GOD. YOU DO THAT SO WELL. SIR I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOUR COCK ALL 12 MILES AND I'M SO CLOSE. I'M... SO.... CLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE." Davey began spurting, and he lost his emotions. "OH GOD SIR. THANK YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH." Harris, however, was not done. "Look at this mess. Before you get breakfast, you're gonna have to clean it up. " Davey tried to scramble to get a mop. Harris pushed him back down again . "No, cur. LICK IT. LICK EVERY BIT." "yes sir. " davey wasn't sure that he liked this kind of play, but it wasn't his decision. Harris looked around the floor, pointing out bits davey missed. "Yes Sir. You're right. Thank you Sir. Thank you. I want to do a good job." When he had cleaned the floor to Harris' satisfaction, he took the leash off. "Get yourself cleaned up davey. I want us to have a good day today. "Yes Sir, but I already am. " He looked at Harris. "Sir. next time, can you wait to shower so I can lick you clean? " Harris' mind was a bit confused: WHERE was this coming from? WHO was davey talking to? Carla? Jason? Coach Jackson? He concluded: it must be the kids at school.
Davey came out of the shower, wondering what was next. He had noticed his mustache was growing in pretty well. THAT's when Harris grabbed him and threw him on the bed. The restraints went on, at all four corners, so davey knew he wasn't getting fucked, yet. Harris went down to davey's feet. "WHERE are those cookies. " "I'm not sure I can tell you sir." Harris ran his finger over each sole. Davey's feet were exceptionally ticklish, and this would drive him crazy. "NO NO. Please Sir. I'll tell, I'll tell. " Harris laughed. "you wouldn't make a good spy davey," and davey's response was "not if you were my interrogator. " He told Harris where the cookies were. His reward was extended nip torture, and edging, until he was begging for Harris to fuck him. Grinning, Harris undid the ankle restraints, and plowed davey for a second time in the last 12 hours. "He untied the wrist restraints. "I think we need a little nap after that run, and that additional exercise. "I agree Sir." Davey reached out and kissed Harris on the lips. "If you had any idea how proud you made me today Sir. So proud we're going to do six miles next time."
They napped until about 2 in the afternoon. "So, what shall we do Sir?" davey kissed Harris, and ran his hand through his hair. "A good question, love. Late lunch if you can stand my cooking. " He kissed davey back. "More love making?" Davey smiled "Maybe later sir? You know, I CAN cook. I almost applied for a job at Sasha's.
"I did NOT know that. Lawanda probably would have put a squelch on it, but sure. I'd love to see you in nothing but an apron, but you better get some clothes on. Then we're going to have to scrub down that kitchen so we do not incur the wrath of Carla. "
What Harris did not know, was that davey had chatted with Carla that week, and had this planned. She had showed him how to make Harris' favorite mushroom pasta "but NO CARBS for him unless he finishes the run," and gave him some of her tips for salad dressing. Within a half hour, davey had food on the table: the pasta, a salad, some wine: and Carla's homemade cookies.
Harris smiled as he ate. "Cute. Smart. And he can cook. I think I hit the jackpot," he said to davey. Through a blush, davey answered right back: "Hot. Smarter. He can cook. And he's an animal in bed. I think I got a bigger prize." Harris felt his loins starting up. THREE times in 12 hours? What WAS this man doing to him?
But he held back, thinking "better a big show tonight than two small ones." As he cleaned up the dishes - he knew Carla's rules about clean up, he wasn't sure davey did - he turned to the man "davey, didn't you want to learn Latin? If you still do, no better time than the present."
"OH, YES SIR. Can we read some interesting stories?" Harris laughed "Well, we should learn some vocabulary first. And some grammar." He saw davey's "EWWWW" face, the one he made the time Carla had served liver. "Tell you what: we'll do some basic work, and then I'll have you read one out loud, and I'll translate as we go. Davey smiled "Sounds like a plan, Sir."
They spend the rest of the afternoon, going over verb conjugations and noun declensions. Richard pulled out a favorite section of Virgil, and as davey worked through the lines, Harris translated from memory. His mind went back to those college days and that young red head Anthony, who had been in his Latin class. Anthony hadn't been very good at Latin, but early on, Harris learned that you could barter being smart, for other things. He had thought, until very recently, that those "tutoring sessions" had been the best sex he had ever had. He thought to himself "Anthony, at best, you're getting a silver medal now."
"Should I go on, Sir? You haven't translated for a few lines now" "OH, davey. I'm sorry. I was just thinking about my old Latin classes. Read it to me again." They went on for a few pages, and then Richard looked at davey. "I'm wondering. Should I get a tv for the house?" "Sir, I think that's something you might want to run by everyone. I WOULD like one in my place, and I'll take care of that. But ... well, sir..., change isn't always good. " Harris smiled. Of course he should check with the others.
"I think we're going to challenge Carla's authority tonight davey. You know of course how she feels about take out food." Davey laughed. "Yes, I do. I was so hungry one day I stopped for a burrito on my way back. I was still eating when I came in. She didn't talk to me the rest of the night." Richard laughed. "That's my Carla."
Davey came over, and curled in under Harris' arm. "It might be fun to watch tv on Sunday night, eating out of cartons. " He paused, and smiled. "But you know, Sir, you COULD do that at my place once I get it."
"Davey's place" Harris thought. Yes, it WAS the right thing. More than 100%. Why, then, was it hurting him so much? "Of course. That WOULD be the solution." He kissed davey on his head. "Now, let's see what the Chinese place has to offer. Maybe listen to some music in the meanwhile?"
Sure Sir. But can I say something? " "Well, yes, of course davey. What's up?"
Davey hesitated. He was clearly groping for something. "Sir. It's actually two things. I know it's only been a month, but... well, I'm falling in love with you Sir. And I'm hoping, that someday, not right away , but someday, you'd consider getting married to me."
Richard didn't know if his heart just exploded, or what , but he wanted to pull this man to him, and hug him forever. "Davey. Oh, my sweet davey," he DID hug him. "Why did the heavens decide to send you to me? I'm falling in love with you too." He looked davey in the eye. "On marriage. In time my sweets, in time. We both have marriage recovery to deal with?"
Davey looked at Richard "SIR... you were married?" Harris grinned bitterly. "For a very short time, and a long time ago. I'll tell you when I'm ready. I'm not yet."
More for davey to ponder.