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So, let's jump forward a little bit, gentle readers. Davey settled into his apartment, and actually took a long term rental on a car. He still used the trip to and from Harris' house as a chance to build up his running stamina, but he used it for getting to and from school, and for weekend trips with his lover, and with Travis, who joined them from time to time. Davey also began to pay more attention to how he looked, and dressed. He didn't need this for Harris, who remained so head over heels in love with davey, that he saw nothing to change. Davey asked around, though, and got a barber who kept his hair at the length Harris really loved. He also checked with Carla, and with Travis, about Harris' favorite colors. When he had a chance to show them off, he did. If the pink oxford set Harris off , the first time davey wore pink running shorts, well...., he was in no shape to run for a few days. And he DID need to wear a turtleneck sweater to work.
Carla took her self appointed task seriously, and she began to research Mikel very, VERY studiously. She learned that, no, the family were not from the Czech Republic, but Poland. They WERE Czech, but given the unsavory history of both Vlad and Elana, they had moved to Poland. Eventually , legal authorities caught up with Elana, and she had been arrested. That is why Mikel, suddenly left alone, reached out to Harris.
Perhaps the biggest surprise in all of what had happened, was the start of a relationship for Jason. You all remember how he played the harp in a local orchestra, right? Well, one night, the high school principal Ms. Shutzz came over to drop off some material for davey - who was now substitute teaching life science. Jason met her. She looked at him "Am I mistaken , or are you the harpist in the orchestra." He blushed. "Yes, that's me, Ms. Shutzz. How did you know? I'm always in the back row." Shutzz, who was not shy about what she liked and wanted, was blunt "I always focus on the most attractive man in a room. So I look at you at the orchestra." She smiled. She wasn't very coquettish, but she was blunt - something Jason appreciated in people. "I'd like to see you again. Call me." Well, he did. And now, they were seeing each other, as Jason began thinking about how he was going to tell her about his condition.
And let's not forget our friend Richard Harris. Business continued to do well. He found himself developing a fondness for Paul, who actually brought out a smile in Lawanda. "BEST DAMN PREP COOK I'VE EVER HAD AND THAT INCLUDES JACKSON'S SON." Paul would come in, after school, greet everyone, switch to his whites, and fall to whatever the work at hand was. With that under control, Harris' two big issues were: getting ready for Mikel, and planning for the future with davey.
In emails with Mikel (which Clara had ok'd), he'd learned that Mikel had finished the equivalent of Polish high school, and was working as a laborer to make ends meet. When they arrested his mother, they confiscated all of the money she had acquired from blackmail, etc, so he was really on his own. Clara wasn't happy about it, but Richard had started processes to get visa clearances, airline tickets, etc, for Mikel. They had the space at the house, and the restaurant was ALWAYS looking for dishwashers. It wasn't a perfect situation, but it would do for a while.
Whenever he thought about his relationship with davey, Richard smiled. It was SO good. Davey was STILL learning about this lifestyle, still learning what he liked and didn't, and Richard was more than happy to help him explore. He laughed at the memory of the evening with the ben wa balls. He had tied davey to the bed, and began slipping them into his butt. Davey exploded from the first one. They took a breather, and then tried again. This time he got a string of three in, before davey shot a second time. The third time seemed to be the charm, until davey exploded when Harris was pulling them out. He smiled at how apologetic davey was, because he knew that Harris really wanted to fuck him as well, and he loved when they shot together. But it was all good. And that afternoon, davey was coming over! It was Friday, and he'd be with Harris for the whole weekend. Richard had gotten tickets to a musical in the nearest big city - davey had never been to a show before - he thought a nice dinner at a place other than gradisca's, the show , and a long night of love making. He was home when davey drove up to the house. He had a bag with his clothes for the evening, and the weekend. "CARLA.. It's ME. DAVEY BOI" Carla came to the door, smiling "Oh, there's my davey." She gave him a hug. DAVEY! You look so good, so happy. "I am happy Carla. I think I'm happy all the time these days. I'm even happy about one day, being a stepfather." "Oh, davey, you're going to be SUCH a good father. I KNOW you are. " She dropped her voice. "you're probably going to be the good cop to Mr. Harris' bad cop." davey laughed "I know. I'm already practicing.
"Practicing what, handsome?" Harris came out from his study when he heard the talking. "HEY SIR... " davey ran over and literally jumped on Harris, wrapping around him like a monkey. "We had a lesson with a film on how animals hold onto each other. I'm being a baboon." Harris laughed. "Do baboons kiss the way wolves do?" Davey smiled. "How do wolves kiss, Sir?" Harris showed him, and he felt davey growing inside his tight corduroys. "You know, I may not be all that good at running, but a weight this light? trivial. Excuse us Carla." He carried davey off to the bedroom. Half the distance there, he began tickling davey's ribs. Wrapped around his lover as he was, he couldn't let go, because he'd fall. Harris knew this, and so, davey was trapped as Harris tickled him mercilessly. "SIR. You're being a MEANIE..." davey squeezed out through laughs. "Yes, but you know, this is part of baboon foreplay." He stopped though, and looked into davey's eyes. "I love you so much, davey..." He kissed him very deeply. Davey was silent, and then, in a low voice. "Oh Sir. Do you know how often I think of your kisses during the day? Someone asked me why I sit at the desk so much. Honestly, it's because I get hard thinking about you." Harris laughed. "Well, maybe you need to stop buying those ass hugging pants." "But you like them Sir. " "I do. I like how they show off what's mine, but if it's impacting your teaching, you'll have to change."
"You like them sir?" Harris slid his hands down and began to massage davey's cheeks. "I love them. I love everything about you. " He moved his hands up to davey's nipples and began squeezing them. He looked at davey. "Someone needs a blow job before the show. "Yes Sir. I'm on it.." Davey got on his kneess, and opened Harris' zipper with his teeth, the way he had learned. Harris' eager cock jumped out, and davey jumped on it. He had learned a lot about what Harris liked, and he moved slowly, delicately. He savored his lover's taste, and slid down fast, and back slowly. He knew that, however dominant Harris was, when he had him this aroused, he was really in charge. "OH DAMN YOU davey. You're going to make me shoot. " Davey shot him a wicked little grin. "Shall I stop?" Harris grabbed his hair and pushed him back on his cock. "You stop and you're going to the show yourself." Davey got back to work and, it wasn't long, before Harris unleashed. He pulled his cock out. "This is a good restaurant davey, I want you empty, and hungry." Davey stood up and embraced him. I'm ALWAYS hungry for you sir. Even when you make those faces during our runs." He had Harris up to a ten mile run now. It wasn't easy but he did it.
"Get cleaned up davey boy. And change. I don't get to see you in a suit too often.
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"OK, SIR. Here's the big reveal." Davey walked out of the bathroom, in his blue suit and a bright, white shirt. A tie wasn't necessary tonight, but Harris had one for "later." The open collar showed davey's ownership necklace.
"Oh, davey. OH, my handsome, handsome man..." Harris was in a gray suit with a dark vest, and a blue shirt. He walked over to davey. "MY GOD. You know what I want to do ? I want to just take every item of that suit off, and make love to you all night."
"But I wanna see the show Sir." davey teased. Harris grunted. "Oh, you're gonna see a show tonight, that's for sure.
As they walked out to davey's car, Carla looked them over. "Oh My. You look like two boys going to the prom." THAT got Harris to blush and davey took his arm. "It took me a while to get this one to ask me out. You think it's gonna be worth it Carla?" She smiled. "I think you were made for each other. " Harris gave a big, bright smile. "Thank you Carla. Thank you for everything. We'll be in late, so we'll see you tomorrow morning."
They talked about up and coming stuff on the drive, including the marathon, and Mikel. Mikel was supposed to arrive in two weeks, and the marathon was in 4. Davey was doing one full run a week, and training every day. He had a diet regimen that he used at his apartment Carla came over and showed him how to cook the dishes, but she always brought over things that she knew he liked, that were NOT on program. Mostly, Davey brought them to school and shared them with his students - his kids - but he tried everything.
"Sir, are you nervous about this?" "Well, OF COURSE I am davey. I've never been a father." Davey had to crack a joke "Just use your experience as a daddy Sir. " 'Seriously, davey, I don't know what I'm doing." He sighed. Davey took his free hand and covered Harris'. "If I may sir, Coach Jackson seems to have done a REALLY good job with raising his son. Why don't you check in with him?" "Davey, that's a great idea." Then he looked at him. "You've been talking already, haven't you.?" Davey smiled. "Yes sir. I have. And I PROMISE. As soon as this marathon is over, I'll be helping you all I can."
Harris kept the secret. He was planning to propose to davey when he crossed the finish line. Coach Jackson was in on it. A group of davey's track stars were going to be there, and they had a song. Jackson had rewritten the song "Daisy/Daisy/give me your answer do" to replace "Daisy" with "davey." Corny, but effective. He had the rings: he and Travis had done some shopping. Simple twists of black onyx and white gold . Carla had seen them, and just purred. "OH SIR. You picked something that compliments his coloring. That's lovely." So while he appreciated davey's commitment to the boy, he had other plans for his spouse to be .
The restaurant was one of the fanciest ones in the area - MUCH fancier than Sasha's, or Gradisca's. The owner, Marcel, knew Richard from professional associations. Marcel's wife, Francoise, was the hostess. She was delighted to see Harris, and embraced him warmly. "OH, and this is the Monsieur Davey. MON DIEU. You are so handsome mon ami. The two of you. We have to put you in the center of the room so everyone is jealous." Davey blushed and Harris laughed. "You COULD put us under a silver server, and just put us on a buffet table Francoise." She made a fake pout. "Only if I get to put the apple in your mouth Reeeshard." He laughed "touche' Francoise, touche." She led them to a table. "You do NOT get a menu. The chef is making something special for you.:
"Sir, I'm nervous. Isn't French food a little, well, strange." Harris smiled. "are you afraid of snails or something like that davey?" "Well, yes sir." Harris, in the middle of a cocktail, lowered his voice, as he put his hand on davey's thing. "Well, let me just assure you. Those snails are smaller, and less tasty than a certain something you've had in your mouth recently." Davey grabbed his hand and squeezed. "If I don't like it, can I count on you to take it from my mouth?"
Davey actually enjoyed the meal from start to finish. He had never seen a flaming dessert before, so when the crepes came out, it was like a child at his first fireworks. After they said "adieux", they headed to the show. They held hands through the whole program. Harris couldn't really focus on the show, because he kept thinking "This is what I missed. This is what high school should have been, and I missed it all. This man makes me feel like a teenager again. " He felt the butterflies in his stomach. "Is this what first love feels like? " Even though the show was a comedy, he found himself tearing up as he thought. He squeezed davey's hand more tightly.
Davey had some thoughts himself. "I did things like this. I always wondered why I wasn't enjoying them. I was with the wrong people. THSI MAN. This man makes me SO HAPPY. I don't want to be away from him. HELL WHY DOESN'T HE MARRY ME?" He began to fantasize about a proposal: would it happen? where? Would he make Harris stew and say yes after a while? "Are those butterflies I'm feeling in my stomach?" He thought.
After the show ended, and they went back to the car, Harris' arm around davey's waist, davey, suddently, got aggressive and pushed Harris up against the car. The surprise was enough to pin Harris. "Listen Sir. I want to say something I don't say enough. I LOVE YOU with ALL My hear. ALL OF IT. " Davey began to cry. "And I can't wait until we're together ALL the time. PLEASE SIR. PLEASE. Can I give up the apartment. Can I move in with you all the time? PLEASE????" and he French kissed Harris so hard, people couldn't help noticing. When davey let him up for air, Harris laughed. "DAVEY.. I don't embarrass easily, but .. oh my. And... well... " He looked down at his pants, which were "tenting." "Tomorrow when you're training, Sam and I will go over and move your stuff. I'll tell Carla to be ready."
Davey grinned wickedly. "She knows Sir. We planned this. "Harris laughed. "MY GOD. Did she teach you to kiss too?" Davey laughed "No Sir, but she did give me a package of your favorite cookies, just in case." He pulled it out of his suit pocket. He smiled, and thought "you know.... when EVERYONE is rooting for you..." "Let's go home davey. I promised you a long evening, and we're just getting started."
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They drove back to the house, which was quiet at this hour. They got to the bedroom. Davey took his jacket off and began to unbutton his shirt. Harris grabbed his hands. "DON"T YOU DARE. " He pulled davey's hands behind him, and he took out the concealed necktie. It took just a few seconds to bind davey tightly. Then he pulled out his pocket square, and shoved it into davey's mouth. He grinned. "Look what the wolf found hunting tonight..." He pushed davey's head slightly to the side, and began to rub scruff right where the tattoo would be. Davey began moaning through the silk. Harris stepped behind him and slide his hands down davey's shirt, to his nipples, teasing them, toying with them, as he pressed his crotch up against davey's ass. Davey tried to wiggle his fingers around Harris' bulge, but Richard kept enough of a distance so that he couldn't. The frustration was mounting in davey, especially when Richard opened the zipper on his pants, and began teasing his balls. "You didn't cum when you blew me today, davey. You must be ready to shoot big time." Davey vigorously shook his head yes. Harris moved his mouth over davey's ear. "You wanna cum, sweet cakes? " More vigorous shaking. "You REALLY Wanna cum" Faster and more vigorous shaking.
Harris pulled the square out of davey's mouth. "Well, what do you want me to do, then?" "FUCK ME SIR. PLEASE . PLEASE . PUT YOUR WOLF COCK INTO THIS LAMB'S MANCUNT. PLEASE SIR. PLEASE..." "OH,that's what I wanted to hear from my curly lamb..." He untied davey's wrists, and pushed him down on the bed. "After tomorrow. You may be getting this every day." That thought pushed davey just to the edge. But he wanted to feel that cock. He wanted it so bad.. He didn't have to wait. Harris began to slide in, slowly, and then fast. He changed the pace as he saw davey's face contort. "MORE SIR. MORE. ALL OF YOU. ALL THE WAY IN. PLEASE. PLEASE FUCK YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND. PLEASE..." Davey thought "OH SHIT, why did I let that slip?" Harris answer showed he was far from displeased. "HELL YEAH. AND YOU TAKE YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND'S COCK. ALL OF IT." The pounding continued. Davey showed remarkable restraint as he held back from doing what he wanted to do. When it got to be too much, he bit his lip so he didn't wake the house, and shot all over himself.
Harris had been emptied that evening before they left, so there was nothing to pour into his lover, but he grabbed him, holding him tight. "Are you SURE you want to move in?" Davey gently rubbed his finger over Harris' eyelids . "Sir, when I was 8 years old, I wanted a bike for Christmas. I had never wanted anything so badly, and I've never wanted anything as badly. Until now. I want two things: to live here, and you." Richard thought he was going to bawl. "Did you ever get the bike?" "No Sir, I didn't." He kissed davey. "If you want a bike, we're gonna get you a bike." Davey cuddled on his shoulder. "Marry me first Sir. Make me your husband. The bike will come later."