Davey began to stir, in the big, warm bed. The quilt was so comfortable - it was the first time he had felt truly warm when he slept, in a long time.
As he moved in between sleep and waking, Davey's mind was filled with images. Waking up with his head on Richie's hairy chest, Richie snoring, with his hand laced in Davey's curls. The feeling when Richie woke up, smiled, flipped Davey on his back and climbed on top, whispering into his ear "I am not letting you get away this time." Davey didn't quite understand, but thinking of it was giving him a woody. The soft pillow. The pillow in his room was thin, and he never quite got enough sleep. And then again, after Richie had kissed him, forehead to chest, over and over again, getting pulled into Richie's chest, and sleeping soundly, like a child.
There was a knock on the bedroom door, and that brought Davey out of his reverie. He heard Clara's voice outside. "Good morning Davey. Excuse me, but you should be getting up. I've got breakfast for you, and you need to get ready for your job interview.
"Oh, Sorry Clara. I'm so sorry. Can I have just a minute to put on some clothes?" He heard Clara laugh "For sure if you want to Davey, but I don't think you have anything I haven't seen before." Davey blushed, but he grabbed a robe - it was clearly Richie's. It had his deep, masculine smell in it. Again, Davey began to get hard. He went to the door to open it for Clara.
"Thank you Davey. I appreciate it . Mr. Harris apologized for leaving. He has to get to the restaurant early on Tuesdays, because it's buying day. All the vendors will be coming in. And since Tyler is leaving, he's going to be working as the lunch host until he finds someone suitable, so he won't be able to see you off. He did leave a note for you." Clara put down the breakfast tray. "Try as we might, we couldn't learn if you drank coffee, or how you drank it, so I made up a small pot. There's more if you'd like. And I brought sugar and cream. If you want something lighter, we've got that too." She paused. "It's not a big breakfast for protein, but there's toast from the bread you saw last night, and in the fall I do preserve fruit, so there's that too." Davey smiled "Did you churn the butter too?" Clara laughed "Oh, no, I didn't . But that's a good idea. I'm not sure I'm strong enough to run a churn, but if you'd help me?" Then she blushed. "Davey, I have to get to my work. Please feel free to let me know if you need anything else. The shower is over there: she pointed to another room off to the side. "Sam will take you to the high school in about an hour. "
"Thank you Clara, you're too good to me." She blushed again. "you made Mr. Harris happy. That doesn't happen often. " She paused. "I've said too much. Please enjoy your breakfast," and just like that, she was gone.
Clara's bread tasted even better toasted than fresh, thought Davey. He wondered if Richie used the preserves at his restaurant. He hadn't tasted anything this good since his honeymoon, when things were... different. Even the coffee. Davey usually drank his coffee very sweet, and very light, but he wanted to taste this. The black coffee was so good, that he added not a thing.
As he was finishing, Jason came to the door. "Excuse me Davey. I do not want to interrupt your preparations, but Mr. Harris is on the phone and wishes to speak to you." "Oh, yes, of course." Davey emptied his mouth as Jason headed out of the bedroom.
"Hi Richie. " Davey realized his mistake right away, and the way Jason stopped and seemed to wince confirmed it. "I'm sorry Sir. I'm sorry. I'm just not used to..." Harris cut him off. "Well, I'm sure you're not used to many things Davey. Understand that if you're going to be my bottom, you WILL have to get used to things like addressing me properly. I DO administer punishment if my rules aren't followed."
"I understand Sir. I apologize. It won't happen again," said Davey, and for the third time, he felt a rise in his crotch, this time at the thought of "punishment" from Harris. "In any event, I called for two reasons. One is to wish you luck with your interview, although I am CERTAIN there is no need for it. You're qualified for this job, and you'll get it. " "Thank you Sir. I really appreciate what you've done there." "Second thing, Davey. There is a coaching uniform at the high school, and they will issue it to you today. I ask that you wear it home tonight. " "Home here, Sir?" "Well, YES, of course. I thought Jason had discussed that: I expect you to spend your free evenings with me. If I'm working, which is always possible, you're free to go to that.... 'room' until we find you an apartment, but otherwise. " Harris paused. "I'm not quite certain why Jason did not discuss that with you. I'll have a word with him."
"No Sir. He did. He did. It was my mistake. I'm just so overwhelmed by things here. No one has ever been so good to me."
"Well, then that's THEIR loss, Richie. And we'll talk some more about that. Now, again, I wish you the best at this interview. Coach Jackson is a very interesting man, and he knows talent. As do I. Until later, " Before the phone went dead, Davey swore he heard Harris blow a kiss. Fourth time.
Davey pushed the breakfast tray away, and opened the note from Richie: "Dear Davey. This is just a short note to wish you the best today. I also wanted to tell you as soon as I could - and I will tell you again tonight - that sleeping with you was one of my dreams come true. So was kissing you. I'm sure you're going to fulfill many of my dreams. See you this evening. H"
Fifth time.
Davey dressed, and met Sam at the front of the house for the drive to the high school. Clara was there, too, "Best of luck Davey!!!!" Jason took him aside for a minute. "I've just been on the phone with Mr. Harris. I am certain that I told you about the rules , but if I didn't that's my error. In any event, I appreciate you taking responsibility. I will not forget it."
On the drive to the high school, Davey tried to get Sam to talk more about himself, and Clara. Same was very taciturn about that. Then Davey asked "Sam, Mr. Harris keeps on referring to me as 'bottom'. What does that mean?" Sam began laughing so hard, he had to stop the car.
"Davey, you REALLY don't know what that means? " Davey was a bit defensive. "No. I haven't lived in the same world you do." Sam just kept on laughing. "Oh dear, help me Lord. a 'bottom' is the passive partner during sex." Davey was still perplexed , as Sam could tell by looking in the rear mirror. "Let me make it simpler: you're the girl in bed."
NOW Davey understood, but he tried to make a joke of it. "The only girls I knew in bed were on top of me, and..." "That's enough Davey. We're at the high school. You, Jason and I, will all talk about this more. I would appreciate it if you did not discuss sexual matters with Clara however, She is very shy.
At the high school, Davey was escorted to an office he knew all too well: head coach's office. It hadn't changed much, if at all. Trophies, medals, etc, all over, and the smell of a locker room and disinfectant.
"SO HERE'S SPEED BURNER CANNON WITH THE SHIT KICK. HOW ARE YOU? I'm Coach Jackson, but out of school, you can call me Frank, Franklin, the big F, just DO NOT CALL ME FRANKIE." He put out his hand. Davey thought he was going to like him immediately.
Coach Jackson went on "SO. I know your whole autobiography. ALL of it Cannon, and I get it. I'm a divorced man myself. Live with my son. You'll meet him soon. He works for riCHARD."
"Sir, if I may, I've heard you pronounce his name that way before. Can I ask why? " Jackson began to laugh. "You sure can. The first time I went to Sasha's, I was PISSED at that food, and I let everyone know it. I was LOUD "CAN'T A MAN GET A PLATE OF GREENS AROUND HERE. Well, Bossman riCHARD was there, and came over. He smiled and said "I'll cook them for you myself. With or without bacon? And I began to think "Now THIS is a man who gets it. He brought them back and they were probably the best damn greens I ever tasted. I told him "how did you get them collards so soft," and he replied, 'by turning them into chard. Swiss chard. " So, yeah, it's our private joke. "
"So, Davie, let me tell you. With your history here, and your background, this is going to be a very short interview. Your interview is gonna be this: I have three members of our team outside, they all run middle distance. I think there are issues with all three, and I'd like your assessment."
"Well, sure Coach Jackson, but I have a request. I don't think I can really judge a runner, unless I run with him or her. Can I change into some gym clothes and go out with them." Jackson smiled "THAT, young man, is the most sensible approach to coaching running I have heard in a LONG LONG time. " He pointed to a bathroom, and then reached around to a closet. He pulled out a blue polo shirt, and some blue shorts. "These may be the wrong size, but it's what we got in here. Sneakers? Hmmmm. He pulled out a gym bag. "I think our feet are about the same size, so you can borrow mine. "
In ten minutes, Davey was on the field with Coach Jackson, in a coaching outfit that was probably about a half size too small. It would do for this.
"OK GUYS" yelled Coach Cannon "listen up. Y'all know the story of Davey Cannon? Well, here he is. He's gonna run a few laps with you today, so do your best." He turned to Davey "Go to it Coach." Davey came out to the boys "Hi. I'm Davey. Now, here's what we're gonna do. Each of you is gonna run two laps with me. One at a time. I want you to run it as if you were in a meet. " And then he began.
At the end, Davey was a little sweaty. He had just run a mile and a half in borrowed shoes. He and Jackson went back to the office.
"So, what do you think of our budding Cannons?" "Well, Coach Jackson, if I can be honest: the first boy has potential. He needs to think about changing the way he positions his hands when he runs. If he's going to form fists, he needs to poke his thumbs inside the fists, to cut resistance. The second boy has talent, just not at 800. He's too fast at the start, and he dies. Would he think about 400? " Then he paused. "Coach, the third kid. I've seen addiction. He's on something. We would need to bring in someone to talk to him and get him clean. "
Coach Jackson was nodding through Davey's whole presentation, listening very closely. "yes, yes, YES.. Davey, that technique point about the thumbs? GREAT PICKUP. I didn't think of that. I agree with you on the other two guys, and I'm gonna call the counselor today. " Then he stood up. "Davey, welcome to the coaching squad. If you can start on Thursday, we'd love to have you."
Davey's face broke into a wide smile. "I won't disappoint you Sir. " Jackson smiled. "It's COACH around here. Save the Sir for riCHARD." When Davey blushed, he smiled. "Yeah, I know. OH, do I know. Remember. My son works at his restaurant. "
Davey felt like he was walking on a cloud as he got outside of the school. Sam was standing up alongside the car, looking at his phone. "SAM. I GOT THE JOB" Sam smiled. "Well, congratulations Davey. Welcome to the working world. You know, I got a message from Mr. Harris. He says that the lunch crowd has thinned out considerably, so we're going to go and pick him up, and head back. "
Sixth time for Davey. "Oh, that's great. BUT.... OH SHIT. He asked me to wear my coaching uniform, and , oh, I thought he wouldn't be back until tonight. " Sam laughed. "I think it'll be okay, given the circumstances."
They drove up to the restaurant. Rather than the suit Harris had been wearing the first night, he was much more casual: a crisp, dark blue shirt, black slacks. The open buttons on his shirt showed his chest hair, and Davey began to feel himself melt. What WAS it about that man? The chest hair in turn made him think of how he felt wearing Harris' robe.
Yeah, he could be the girl in bed to this man.
Both Sam and Davey got out of the car as Harris walked up. "Thank you Sam. I really appreciate it. I know it took you out of your way. " "Just glad I could be of help Sir," was Sam's reply. Harris turned to Davey. He held both of Davey's shoulders. "You got the job, didn't you? I can see it in your eyes" "I did Sir." "CONGRATULATIONS, SWEETPEA" Harris grabbed Davey in a hug. "Welcome home. Sam, can you call ahead to Jason to see if we can have a toast when we get there? " "Will do Sir"
When they got in the backseat, Davey spoke first "I'm sorry I'm not in coaching clothes, Sir. I didn't expect to see you so soon." Harris just smiled, and put his hand on the inside of Davey's thigh. "That's ok. I'm a man full of surprises. " Davey wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, but he brought his hand down on Harris'. "I'll try my best not to disappoint you, SIR. " Harris squeezed back. "I don't think you will. "
When they got to the house, Clara and Jason were already waiting, with champagne, and clapping for Davey's good news. Jason even smiled for the first time since Davey met him. "Clara had a feeling it would be good news, so she made some of her famous crab cakes. Miniatures. The four of them toasted, Davey, who responded by saying "I really don't know how to thank any of you for all of you've done for me. " Clara spoke up. "We know you won't let us down Davey," to which Harris added, smiling "Indeed, we do". Davey blushed. There was no question, his old schoolmate Richie had engineered a lot of this, and he was grateful for it. But he also knew that that same school friend may very well have been the only person who had truly fell in love with him. Heather had made it clear that she thought "it would look cool" to date a jock, and he wasn't at all sure what Clara's story was, but Richie had made his feelings clear. What Davey was trying to understand, and couldn't, at least not yet, was why he was feeling the way he did about Richie.
"I think we need to let these two have some time alone," said Jason, slyly smiling at the Harris and Davey. "Thank you Jason. I think we do," said Harris. "I agree" Davey added. He smiled. "I haven't thanked Mr. Harris personally yet. " He saw Clara blush. Sam put his arm around her, smiling. "Let me see if I can help you in the kitchen love. Not going to be driving for a few hours." Jason went off to his office near the library.
"Davey" Harris said, indicating the bedroom. "I'll be in in a minute."
Davey gulped. What did he have in mind? Davey's back was turned, when he heard the door open, and then close, softly.
"One of the things I always found sexiest about you Davey, was your back. Not just your ass, but your whole carriage." Harris came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Davey's middle. He kissed Davey's ear. "You know, when I got out of school, and discovered the gym, I was in for a rude awakening first, and then a good one. " He kissed davey again. "The rude awakening was that my body was not the type that would make me a successful runner. The plus side was..., I'm built for strength." He laughed as he picked davey up and carried him to the bed, tossing him down and pinning him there. One push and davey knew, he wasn't getting up unless Harris let him.
"Sir, did I dream it, or were you on top of me last night." Harris smiled. "What do you think? " He released davey, but gave him a look as if to say "don't move." He undressed. Davey saw the huge piece of cock he had sucked the night before. Harris climbed on top of him and found his neck and began kissing it. He whispered into Davey's ear "I was going to wait for tonight. No time like the present." Davey felt his wrists pulled up, and then, Harris bound them with restraints at the corners of the bed. Davey was stretched out. He remembered when Heather had done this to him. He got so hard when she did, that she got scared. He was getting hard like that again now, only Harris didn't look scared. He began to open Davey's shirt.
"I hope I don't scare you too much davey. But I hope I scare you a little. " He bent down, and began to chew davey's nipple, gently. No one had ever done that to davey, and the sensation just ran through his nervous system. He began to moan, very gently. Harris stopped, and took davey's face in his hands. He stared into Davey's eyes "I guess if you wait long enough , you get what you want." He bent down and kissed Davey, hard. When he finished, Davey looked at him and said, softly "or find out what you want, Sir."
Harris pulled off Davey's shoes, his corduroy pants, and his briefs. "I'm sure that Heather was quite insistent on , as they say 'having her pussy eaten?" "Yes sir. She was. I never liked doing it." Harris laughed. "Well, I do. And you're about to find out why she liked it so much."
The first touch of Harris' tongue in Davey's ass nearly sent him through the ceiling. "OH MY GOD SIR THAT FEELS SO GOOD", Davey was bucking wildly at the restraints, as Harris drove deeper and deeper. Davey's moaning was loud and deep. Harris stopped for a minute and laughed. "Davey, get a grip. Othewise, I may have to gag you," then he got right back to work. "SIR...., Davey gasped "is this what they call rimming?" Harris laughed again. "I think I'm in far deeper than the rim Davey..." He continued to probe, and now he began making animal noises, which got Davey even more excited.
When Harris stopped, he laid down next to Davey, and began fingering his sensitive nip. "It seems you liked that, Davey." Davey was still panting "yes sir. OH GOD I loved it. " Harris laughed "For a runner, you seem to be needing oxygen. "KISS ME SIR. PLEASE KISS ME." Harris smiled, as he leaned down, and frenched Davey deeply. While the kiss was going on, he dropped his thumb to Davey's hole, and began to probe.
"OH GOD SIR. OH GOD. I'm gonna make another mess." Harris looked at him sternly. "Not yet, pretty boi," and he grabbed Davey's balls and squeezed until Davey screamed in pain. "No cumming until the top man cums. " "Yes sir. Yes sir. I'll try sir." Harris continued to probe. "Remember what I told you about punishment for not following rules, Davey. It could be something like THIS.. and he smacked Davey's ass. "That doesn't seem like punishment Sir. It feels good." Davey couldn't believe he said that. "Well, I have other ways too, but for now..."
Harris leaned over to the bed table. "I hope you and that miserable creature Heather used condoms. I always do, boi." He pushed one on his hard cock. "In time, Davey, you'll dress me. " Then he pushed Davey's legs up in the air. "Remember how we all used to giggle about deflowering? Well, my little rosebud, it's your turn."
The rimming had gotten Davey somewhat lubed, but he was still tight as a clam. Harris was experienced, and got to work on Davey's nips, and his balls, until he began to open. As he slid in, Davey gritted his teeth. He somehow knew that screaming in pain would not be good. "PLEASE SIR PLEASE TAKE IT OUT. " Harris just smiled "Not happening, pretty boi. I waited 20 years for this, and I'm not stopping now." Then he shoved all the way in. He laughed as Davey winced. "this would be much easier if you had given into me back at school." "I didn't know Sir. I didn't know... oh shit, oh shit. GOD SIR. Please please please. " Harris had gotten into a rhythm and began to slide, back and forth. Now that things were more settled, he could reach up and play with Davey's nipples, which helped to open him. The whining and moaning coming out of Davey became more insistent, but not as loud. "I'm gonna shoot in you sweet boi. I'm gonna make you my BITCH" Harris yelled, and he began convulsing inside Davey.
The slap to his balls had worn off , and Davey was getting more and more aroused. He reached down and grabbed his own cock. "Please Sir. I'm so excited. May I? " Harris smiled. "only if you promise to let me do that the next time." "YES SIR. YES SIR. ANYTHING YOU WANT. ANYTHING. OH SHIT..." Davey exploded next, sending ropes of cum all over his chest. He grabbed Harris and held him, tight. "Sir, that was wonderful. OH GOD. Is that what I was missing. Please sir, can we do it again, please?" Harris started laughing. "We're not young anymore Davey. We both need to recover." He kissed Davey on the forehead. "But we can do it tomorrow. I promise. "
He pulled the filled condom off of his cock and got set to throw it out. "No sir. Please please pour it on me. Please. I want you on me as long as possible. " Harris looked at Davey "you don't want to shower, handsome?" Davey's response was absolute. "Not today Sir. I want this to be on me as long as possible. "
"Ok, studmuffin. I think we can do that. " Harris began to think "controlling him is gonna be MUCH easier than I thought."