Davey had set up his own apartment now, so he was around the house less frequently. He still spent weekends there, although now, between training for the marathon, and also the intensive coaching that happens as a meet gets closer, his time was limited.
Mr. Harris dealt with this by spending more time at the restaurant, doing the training exercises davey had designed for him (he had cut his road time down by two minutes on his five mile runs), but also, by being miserable.
On his part, davey was lucky that he had the extra work to do, because he missed being in Mr. Harris' arms every night too. There were evenings when he could stay over, and he seemed to bring a sense of sunlight, but those were unpredictable.
Harris had decided that it really was time. He decided to wait until davey had run his marathon. His plan was to bring the engagement ring to the finish line, and propose to davey there. Travis, of course, knew all of this, and with his sense of spectacle, he began making suggestions. "Look Richie. Who are his friends? HIS STUDENTS. So, why don't we try to get a bunch of them to sing, or do something when you get down on your knee?" He was also talking to both Carla and Lawanda. As long as he kept them apart, the engagement dinner would be spectacular.
Harris, for himself, felt like he was on a cloud every time he thought about it. "I can't believe it. I'm going to ask him." In the midst of all of this, when davey was over one weekend, when they were in 'afterglow' after morning love making, Harris turned to davey "you know, if you still want me to get that tattoo, I will. Right over here." He pointed to the center of his chest. "But only if you pick the one you like. "
"REALLY SIR? OH GOD. You're going to be so hot. And once I convince you to walk with me with your shirt off, I'm gonna make everyone jealous." "Uh, davey, we did NOT talk about that. We former fat kids get REAL nervous about being bare chested." "BUT SIR," davey cuddled into his lover "you're not the fat kid anymore. Now, you're just a big hairy wolf. MY hairy wolf. And there aren't any fat wolves Sir." He began to run his fingers through Harris' chest hair. "Sir, do you know how hot it makes me every time I see your fur? I just wanna feel it rub all over me." Harris smiled. He wasn't getting any younger, but being around davey had lowered his recovery time between orgasms. He was feeling like he might need a blowjob before the day started.
"Now, the deal was, if I got one, you'd get one. And I get to pick the spot. "Yes Sir. That's the deal." Harris chuckled. "I'd love to put it on your butt, except no one could see it unless you walked around... NEVER MIND."
"Sir, how do you think about putting it here": davey pointed to the place where his neck met his torso. "I mean, a wolf always goes for the jugular first. " "I'll think about it davey, but nothing until after your race." "Oh I agree Sir. " He paused. "Sir, can we go back to sleep a little? I feel like I need more since I got to the 20 mile mark."
Harris grinned "in this case, your wish is my command." But Sir, I want to try something . "Well, let's give it a shot." "Can you spoon into me? Just for a few hours." "Hmmmm. No one has spooned me in well over 20 years davey. "Time for some changes. Don't worry Sir. Your butt is safe with me." Richard smiled as he held davey's hands around him. Unless davey had fooled him badly, Richard was his first man, so the only way he would have known about spooning another man, would have been from Richard himself. He fell asleep smiling, realizing he had been a good teacher.
It was Satuday night, so Sunday spread out in front of them when they woke up. Morning love making was on hold because of davey's longer runs now. This morning was a 20 miler. Richard pretty much knew where the 2.5 mile mark was, so he could handle getting back without davey's directions. Today, he decided to try for another mile. Hell, if his sweetie were doing 20, he could do 6. It nearly killed him, but he did it. Davey was going to be out on the road for a little while, so Richard took the time to make coffee, get the paper, and to put a call into Travis.
"Hey there young man," Travis answered. "What are you doing up on Sunday? I thought that sweetheart of yours kept you occupied until 1 or 2." Richard laughed "Well, never QUITE that late, and today is his long run, so he'll be gone for a while. 20 miles. "GEEZ. That's stamina. You trained him well, Richie." "TRAVIS. I nearly spit out my coffee over that. But yes, I CAN entertain myself with davey for quite a while. So, listen, I was wondering when I might see you. I DO need to see your ideas for rings, and also... ok, I'm going to make your morning - davey has convinced me to get a tattoo. "
"Now, you're making ME spit out coffee. What, where, when and how?" "Well, I'm not quite sure what pushed him over the edge on it, but after the zoo visit, he thought I should get a wolf tattoo, right on my chest. "Uh huh.... I'm listening White Fang," Travis continued. "And I agreed, if he'd get one. So, yes, he's getting one of a lamb with black fur." "Don't tell me. I may have a sugar attack. He's getting it on his neck because that's where wolves attack." "Well... yes," answered Richard, and Travis began to laugh. "You know, the two of you are acting like 22 year olds and frankly, I'm THRILLED. Richard, IT IS ABOUT FUCKING TIME YOU HAD SOME FUN. " He paused "so, what are your thoughts about the engagement and wedding?"
"Well, I thought I'd propose after he finishes the marathon." "AW. How sweet. Symbolic of what it's gonna take to live with you." "I'm going to ignore that you HAG. The rest will play out after. But I'd like to make a spectacle of it, and I figured, who knows spectacle better than you." "A good choice darling. What did you have in mind so far?" Richard told him, and gentle reader, if you thought this writer were going to spoil the surprise, you'd be wrong.
It took davey about 4 hours to finish his run. It DID tax him. He came into the house, breathing hard, looking totally spent. "Even exhausted, he's adorable," Richard thought. He went over, with the sports drink he knew davey gulped down after these things. He had a blanket too. He had learned to keep davey warm while he recovered.
Panting, davey got out "thank you Sir. It was rough today. The weather's not ideal, and I'm still tired from earlier in the week." "Davey, sweetcakes, what can I do for you?" Davey smiled. "Well, maybe you can warm me by hugging me while you're wearing that sweater? " Richard had put on a sweater someone at the restaurant had given him. It had written on the front, "Hopelessly in love" He was. "DAVEY. You TOLD me none of that stuff until you cooled down properly. Now, I don't know if the run is making you horny, but NO. You have to sit, and recover.
"Let me stretch first Sir." Richard was NOT going to argue with that. Stretching meant that he'd see the sinews in davey's legs, and of course, some of the stretches made him point that beautiful ass out. No, stretching was fine.
When davey was done, and taken a steaming shower, and was sitting at the table, wrapped only in a big, soft white towel, Richard brought him coffee, and the high protein breakfast davey needed after the run. "Thank you Sir. If you knew how hot you make me by taking care of me." davey winked. "Davey..." Harris asked. "this is NOT a complaint. What has made you so, well, amorous lately? Because if it's something Carla is cooking, I'll have her make it three times a week."
"Well, Sir, I HAVE been thinking about that. One, I think is easy to understand: knowing that I have my own place to hide in: my 'fortress of solitude' as it were, is part of it. The other... and he blushed. "I don't understand it Sir, but the thought that you fathered a son, is really a turn on to me."
"HUH? " "NO, not like that Sir. I'm not really interested in the kid. I'd love to meet him someday, but honestly, I have enough kids. But.., well, I don't know. I'm visualizing you pounding that guy, and then that girl, and, well.. " He dropped the towel. "See what I mean?" Harris did, indeed see what he meant. "Oh my. " It seems that my davey may need..." He got up and kissed him full on the lips "someone to help him take care of that."
Davey smiled coyly "what did you have in mind Dad?" Richard was ready. "Come to the bedroom, and you'll find out. "RACE YA," davey took off. Harris caught him in the bedroom. Davey tried to squirm out of his grip, but Harris began tickling his ribs. Davey squealed. "STOP. STOP" and Harris laughed "We're all alone in the house, davey. NO ONE is gonna hear you. Just me.." Davey squirmed some more, pushing his butt into Harris' crotch. 'Oh, you're gonna pay for that. " They wrestled on the bed, but Harris WAS stronger, and soon, he had davey pinned. "I'm glad I never took those restraints off the bed because...." He got davey's ankles and wrists all secured. Davey had of course been tied up in the bed before, but he usually knew what was going to happen. Today, he didn't.
"I don't recall I've ever seen you that hard, davey. Let's see. Are you at maximum strength? Harris deviously began to stroke the back of davey's cock. He had done that before, too, but never this slowly. And after each stroke up and down davey's penis, he grabbed it, and squeezed it. "Any juice in here, davey boy? " Davey couldn't answer. He was moaning too much. Harris moved his finger to the front of davey's cock, and did the same thing. The years at cooking school came in handy: those days when he'd slowly stir a sauce for hours, trained him to move that hand very, very slowly. "I'm dying sir. I'm just dying. " davey got out. "Oh, is that right? Well, maybe you need a break. " Harris dropped his own shorts, and moved up to davey's head. His own cock was rigid, and he began to masturbate, just out of the reach of davey's mouth. "I bet you'd like a taste wouldn't you? "
Please Sir. Please. I WANT IT. Give it to me, PLEASE. " Harris laughed as he moved back to davey's cock and continued the almost slow motion edging. He continued for a good half hour. Davey came close to shooting at least twice, and both times, Harris broke off, and went back to the masturbation. He decided that he was going to put davey out of his "misery," as well as himself. Harris was hard, and aching for some good quality fucking. He knew he could trigger davey into shooting, by running his finger around his hole. He did that now, and the increased torment, just sent davey over the moon. ' I WANT DAD IN ME. I WANT IT. NOW." as he shot all over his torso. Harris smiled. "Dad, huh? Hmmm. A whole world of possibilities. And you with that shaved chest. I was gonna let it grow back, but now..."
"Please Sir. Please let it grow back. When I change before teaching, people notice. PLEASE PLEASE." "You gonna gimme your ass? "I can't give it to you Sir. It's yours. You own it. TAKE IT. PLEASE TAKE IT.'
As he had so many times before, Harris undid the ankle restraints, and pushed davey's legs over his strong shoulders. He did his best to maintain the slow motion approach he had started, but he had pushed them both JUST too far for that to work. As soon as he got into davey, he saw the wicked look on the man's face, as davey clenched his sphincter. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD." Harris yelled, as he shot inside davey in one of the biggest orgasms he had experienced.
Davey knew he had done good, and he smiled. "How's daddy man?" Harris untied him, and held him. "You know, you can get away with that when we're together. Please don't all me that in front of people" He kissed davey's forehead. "Yes Sir. I understand. Now hold me. Please. Hold me not like your son, but like your lover. " Harris pulled davey close. He could hear davey's breathing , now recovered from the run, as he whispered into Harris' ear "marry me Sir. Marry me."