Richie's statement, just before they fell asleep, left davey wondering. He DID hear Richie say he had been married, didn't he? No one seemed to mention it. Had his wife died? Was he divorced? Should he even be asking those questions?
They came up in his mind because davey really didn't know how Richie felt about kids, and he had to ask Richie something, that he had been putting off. Those thoughts were going through his mind, as he began to stir that morning. He was getting up earlier to get in a run before school. That is, if Richie would be less reluctant to let him go, as was the case today.
"Sir? Sir? could you move your leg so that I can go? Please , Sir?" davey whispered. It was odd too, because Richie was usually up before or just about when he was. Had the run exhausted him that much? He had his answer in a second. Harris was "playing possum." His fingers began to run over davey's nips, and his morning scruff began to rub davey's neck. He whispered "I TOLD you you were gonna pay for that workout."
It didn't seem to matter how many times he felt it: Richie's fingers on his nips, that soft scruff beard, and most of all, that hard cock at his ass, always felt good. It would be SO easy to just submit, and give up the workout. "Please Sir. I have to keep on training...oh god sir..." Harris began nibbling davey's ear. "Please Sir. Can I give you a quick blow job and..." that's all davey got out, as Harris rolled him on his back and flooded his mouth with his tongue. "That mustache is making you SO DAMN HOT davey. Even hotter than you were, if that were possible. " davey was panting. "And your neck is NOT escaping this morning. "Oh shit. OH SIR. This feels so good, but... but... " There was nothing romantic about the way Harris grabbed davey's legs and threw them up in the air. "It's gonna be quick and nasty coach.." Harris joked, as he began to slide into his lover. "OH BOY. Davey had never run directly after a fucking, and he had no idea how he would feel today, but if he ran, it WAS gonna be after a fucking. Harris was relentless. He pounded davey good and hard, and when he finally shot, it was BIGTIME. Davey thought to himself that he was amazed Richie was still clearly so totally head over heels for him. He had taken davey's ass - how many times? His ass hadn't changed, but everytime Richie fucked him, it felt like something new. The combinations of different hot spots, the roleplay games. It was wonderful.
When Harris finished, he looked at davey. "Finish you off, or can you run with a hard on? "Please Sir. I want it so bad. But if I don't start now... It's only a 5 miler today. You should be out there with me, Sir." Harris had davey's cock locked up in his hand. "You should be in here with me." "Later Sir. Maybe something in the afternoon? Harris sighed. "You really want this marathon don't you? "Yes Sir. The only thing I want more, is you." Harris hugged him and gave him a big kiss. "Then go and get the run in. I'll be waiting for you at breakfast. " Davey threw on some shorts, with Harris wolf whistling him all the time, a t shirt he had picked up from the high school, and off he went.
Harris began thinking "you know, the looking like a kid thing doesn't do it for me, but it does on him. Oh my stars. If that boy only knew what he did to me."
In fact, as he was running, davey was thinking the same thing: "is there a way I can continue to keep his interest? He'll get bored. I KNOW he will. I'm not that interesting. What happens when the debt is up?" Davey knew that everyone assumed it was HIS choice to just walk away from things, but what if, by that point, Richie were tired of HIM? He had a job now, and an apartment was in the offing. Was this a gentle way of easing him out of Richie's life? Davey just didn't know, and he didn't have the friend base to talk to someone about it. Yes, there was Carla, but she worked for Richie. Maybe..., just maybe.... He thought he'd check in with Travis.
When davey came back to the house, he saw Richie looking a bit frowny, as Carla, Sam and Jason were looking at the photos of his outfit before he went out running the day before. Davey came in, sweaty and winded. "Good morning everyone. Incidentally, Sir got an A+ for effort and a B for speed." THAT got Harris' attention: "EXCUSE ME. A B for speed?" Well, Sir, with your muscular legs, you should be getting more speed. We're going to work on that tomorrow.:
'TOMORROW? We're running again TOMORROW? " "Every other day, Sir. That's the only way you'll improve." Harris sighed and turned to Jason. "You tell me the students love him?" "Oh, yes sir. The reports back from Coach Jackson and the parents I've spoken to, they all feel that their kids have never enjoyed track so much. " Carla began bringing out the breakfast. She was putting more food in front of davey. "He's in training. He needs to bulk up."
As they were eating, davey spoke. "Sir, are you available to go on a date on Friday morning?" Movement around and at the table stopped. "A date? On Friday morning? Well, davey I believe I'm free, and if I'm not, I can make myself free. Where are we going?" "To the zoo Sir." "OH my goodness. I don't think I've been to the zoo since I was a little boy. How did this idea pop into your head? And don't you have to work?" Davey smiled an impish grin. "Well, it's a work trip Sir. See, I volunteered to help with a field trip, and we're supposed to go with a buddy. So I volunteered you." Carla tried to suppress a giggle, but it didn't work. "Oh, Davey, I think you should know, Mr. Harris is not fond of children." Harris put down his newspaper. "I have NOTHING against children. I just find them dirty, sticky, annoying and totally uninteresting." Jason muttered "sounds like a lot of your dates before davey." Even SAM laughed at that.
"Sir, you said you were available when it was just us. Nothing changed. COME ON. It will be fun. I know you studied some zoology when you were at college... "WHO TOLD YOU THAT? DAMN THAT COACH JACKSON. "
Davey continued. "So, here's what we need to do. We'll leave here at about 9, and we'll take the school bus. "I'm already hating this," Harris said. "At school, they'll divide us into three groups, because there are four other leaders.
"Uh, can I ask who else is leading. "Oh, sure Sir. Abigail, the guidance counselor, and Coach Jackson are coming. So is Travis, and Sir, I hope this is ok. I invited Lawanda. Her response was "ON MY FUCKING DAY OFF" Carla whispered "yes, that's Lawanda," but when I told her you were coming, she laughed REAL hard, and said it's gonna be great, especially if some of the animals are having sex and you have to explain it.
"Oh dear," said Sam. "Mr Harris, you'd best keep your salty tongue in your mouth. "For the trip yes." He looked at davey. "SOMEONE at this table better worry about where my salty tongue is going to be afterwards." Carla blushed but laughed, Sam turned away, and Jason cleared his throat. "Can I just remind everyone that today we're going to go out and look at the final three apartments for davey. Now, if anyone wants to help..." Harris wanted to, but the thought of davey not being around all the time, was bittersweet. "I think I'll have to be at the restaurant today. It IS inventory day. Sam, of course, was driving, but Carla was eager. "OH, may I go Sir? You usually eat at the restaurant on Mondays, and Sam and Jason and I can eat when they come back. I really would like to see. Maybe I can give some advice on some of the things like kitchens and laundries. " Davey smiled "Carla, I'd love it if you could come. "Well OF COURSE Carla should go," added Harris. "Perhaps we can spare her here to teach you how to cook a few things. By the way Carla, the mushroom pasta davey made was excellent." Carla smiled. "you really only need to know 5 dishes davey, and you're always welcome to this kitchen." Davey smiled "Thank you Carla. Maybe I can cook for you all one day. "
"Oh, Sir, I forgot one thing." "Oh dear, what is it davey? Is Sam driving everyone?" "Well, no Sir, but I DID say you'd provide snacks." Carla hid her mouth behind her hand again. "I see. And do we have to look at gluten free, and dairy free, and vegetarian, and every other 'ian in the world" Davey smiled. He knew Richie was in the palm of his hand when he heard this kind of fake indignation. "Just gluten free sir. I already spoke to Lawanda. She told me that the restaurant makes gluten free cookies every night."
He looked around the room. "I have a full mutiny on my hands. " He sighed. "Very well, how many people will there be? "Sixty sir." SO that means what, 300 cookies. Carla piped in "that's for you Sir, but the kids have to eat too." Now Sam and Jason were laughing . "It IS a full scale mutiny. When Jason is laughing at me, what chance do I have." He looked at davey. "Very well. We'll team up for this. " Davey smiled. "BUT... you are going to pay for this." Davey felt his cock go hard at those words. "NOW GET TO SCHOOL. " YES SIR" By the way Sir. Does anyone know Coach Jackson's first name? There was silence around the table until Richard looked up. "I believe it's Coach."
So davey went off with Sam as he had been, as Richard waited at home. Jason took him aside. "A word with you in the library Sir." Oh, yes, of course.
While they were talking in the library, davey took the risk of asking Sam a question. "Sam, yesterday Mr. Harris mentioned being married. Was he joking? Sam laughed. "Well, was he talking about being married to his job? Because he is." No Sam, he seemed to be saying he was married to a woman in the past. " Sam was silent for a minute. "Davey, I have a suggestion if you really want to know about that. Wait until you're in your apartment. Invite Carla over. She can tell the story better than anyone else. " "I will Sam. And thank you for that. I know how private Mr. Harris can be." Sam laughed. "Davey, you've been here with us for about a month. With all due respect, you don't know very much."
"Sir, I wanted to update you on the debt, and also discuss davey's apartment situation with you. " That sounds good Jason. You pick what we talk about first.
"Well, the debt then Sir. Let's just say you've been, ahem, more vigorous than usual. " Harris laughed. "Can't challenge that. I thought I was close to dead from the waist down until Davey showed up. "
"I can't speak to that Sir, but since you decided to award him the 15k for speaking up, I re-did the numbers, using what you've told me, what he's told me, and the terms.
"Has there been much disagreement, Jason?" "No sir. In fact, the totals were identical. How should I put this? Well, there is no delicate way. Davey has been 'working off' his debt to about 400-700 a day. " Jason looked up. "the weekends are somewhat higher, especially Sundays. I haven't calculated this morning yet, but... if we average out to a 550 figure a day - which is fairly accurate, davey has been with you 30 days today, and the numbers don't lie Sir. His debt will be discharged." Richard finished it for him "in about 2 weeks." "Yes Sir, that is correct." "So, presumably, I should let him know that." "I think it wise Sir, because it factors into what we will be discussing next.
"The apartment?" Yes Sir. As I believe I've told you, we've narrowed it down to five. They vary in price, and frankly Sir, the three better ones are more than he could fairly afford on his budget. It's not much, but there IS a shortfall." He paused. "Sir, I know better than anyone else here how much you love that boy. But we have to be prepared for the fact that he may want to leave after 2 weeks and 'sow his wild oats' as it were."
"You're right Jason, as always. And you're bringing this up because you think I will react differently to subsidizing an apartment for a current lover, as compared to a former. "
"Sir, I never used the word lover, but the analogy is the same. "
"Jason, I have to thank you for something and this is sincere. Thank you for NEVER sugar coating the facts. Yes, I love davey more than I've loved just about anyone. And my feelings DO cloud my judgement." He paused. "I will have that talk with him today." "I think that's wise Sir. I'll have Carla plan to join us tomorrow. to look for places. That will give you time to 'prepare' adequately to discuss the situation with davey.
When Sam came back and drove him to the restaurant, Richard was quiet. Yes, he knew that the day would come. He just didn't know it would come so fast. What would davey do? What SHOULD Richard do? He wanted to call Travis, but Travis was too analytical. He knew what he would do: he'd put it back on Richard's shoulders to decide. He'd ask him did RICHARD want to release davey, and when Richard said "NO, OF COURSE NOT," Travis would say "you may want to spend some more time thinking about that." Thank goodness he had to meet the fish vendor first. That was always totally involving.
He was met at the restaurant by Lawanda "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LET THAT DAVEY TALK ME INTO 400 FUCKING COOKIES BY FRIDAY? " "And good morning to you Lawanda." She laughed. "I had to come on this thing just to see you interact with the kids. I cannot fucking wait until one of them calls you Uncle Richard or some other half ass thing." Richard smiled. "I heard you're going too. " DON'T FUCKING REMIND ME. Seems it's the only way I can get to.... do something." She looked away . "Lawanda. I didn't see it. Are you trying to , well, get into Coach Jackson's pants?" 'WELL I SURE AIN'T TRYING TO GET INTO TRAVIS' OR ABIGAIL AND THERE DON'T SEEM TO BE NO ROOM IN YOURS OR DAVEY'S AND I AIN'T GETTING YOUNGER." She paused. "And he is one fine hunk of man,lemme tell you. " "You'd be the stepmother Lawanda." She looked at him. "Let me tell you something that son of his said to me, and you know I don't lie. One day, when I showed him how to bone a salmon , he looked me right in the eye and said "you should be a mother Lawanda. I wish you had been mine." Richard began to laugh. "Well, well. It looks like we're both gonna be more lovestruck than any of the kids on this trip. Lawanda snorted. "Difference is one of us is getting his puppy slapped and the other one, she ain't." She paused. "Go see if that monger has any monkfish. If he does, don't pay more than 11 bucks a pound. "
And so the day went at the restaurant. At school, davey had his morning gym classes and then the track team. After one class, a student came up to him. "Hey, Coach Cannon, did I hear right? You got Mr. Harris to come with us on the trip?" Davey smiled. "Yup Paul, that's right. " Paul smiled "You know, when I grow up I wanna be just like Mr. Harris." Davey smiled and said "so do I Paul. So do I."
Coach Jackson, as might be expected, was rather enthusiastic about what he heard. "CANNON. I HEARD YOU GOT riCHARD TO COME ON THIS TRIP. AND... MORE IMPORTANTLY,' he smiled and dropped his voice. "you got sweet Lawanda to bring some of her sweets." Davey looked up. "Excuse me Coach. Did you just call Lawanda sweet?" Coach Jackson paused DAMN IT CANNON I'M A MAN TOO AND YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE ENTITLED TO GET HIS ROCKS OFF. YEAH, SWEET LAWANDA. I AM GONNA MARRY THAT WOMAN. GIMME SIX MONTHS."
Sam picked up davey at school, after he had finished high fiving each of his kids. "Hey Sam. Any news?" "Well, yes davey. You're going to go apartment hunting tomorrow instead of tonight, and tonight, Mr. Harris would like to see you before dinner. Library." "OOPS. Did I do something wrong?" No davey, I think you did everything right. Please don't ask me to say more. It's not my place . That made davey more than a little bit nervous. He wasn't sure he wanted to go in the house, but ....
He went to the library. The door was opened, and Richard was sitting at the desk where he'd seen Jason sit so often. "Hi Sir. It's me' davey smiled. Harris stood up with a big smile. He was wearing a blue sweater which davey loved on him, and some well worn corduroys. "Please close the door and sit down at the desk. It won't take long. I hope. I'm sure you're hungry."
Davey pulled up a chair, and saw papers in front of Richard. "Davey, I'm sure you remember the terms of repayment of the debt. " Oh, yes sir. I have . It's been uncomfortable, but I've reported to Jason every week. "Yes, yes you have, and believe me, I know it was uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable for me too. But... as Jason would say, numbers are numbers. " First, let me ask you something davey: are you enjoying our relationship?
"OH, Sir, YES! I mean, people have told me that you've never been happier, but to be honest, I've never been happier either. I love sleeping with you Sir, I love it when you touch me, when you kiss me. "
"Have I been too aggressive?" Davey blushed. "a few times sir. But when I thought about it, I was flattered. You wanted me so badly that you just got aggressive. " Richard paused. There were some tears in his eyes. "I want you to look at the numbers davey. And I'll give you a calculator if you like, but the calculator will tell you what I will tell you. In two weeks, your debt will be discharged. Unless I become a nun, and that's not happening." Davey looked up, his eyes were wise "REALLY ? You mean, I'll be free to go on my own if I want." Richard felt like a needle had pricked his heart. "Yes, indeed you will. " He paused again. "What you choose to do after that, is your call. You'll have your apartment, and we can go our separate ways, or we can date occasionally, or... well, you can do whatever you want."
Davey thought about things for a minute, then looked up. "Sir, can I ask what you want to do?"
For the first time he saw Richard get flustered. 'DAMN IT DAVEY DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO ASK THAT QUESTION? I waited 20 years for a chance to be with you, and I got it. Now, I want to lock you in a room and come and take you whenever I want, OK? Does that answer your question?"
"It does sir. Honestly, sometimes I wish you would. The world is tough. But you're tougher. I'm not. " Davey began to cry a little. I hope I don't get in trouble: Richie, if I had known things were going to be this sweet with you, I would have come back sooner. Two weeks? No, Sir, I don't want this to end in two weeks. I don't want it to end in two months. Or two years. Or ever." He had started to get up, but sat down again, overcome by emotion. "Please Sir. Don't tell me I have to leave."
Richard came over and held him. "You don't have to leave. Ever. But it's going to be your choice. And I want you to know, I may not be happy with a choice you make , but I'll be good about it."
"Sir... will you ever marry me?" Richard paused. "We can have that discussion in the future. The answer is, yes davey, if things stay they way they are, I will marry you if you'll have me. But for now, we have to get through the future. Including this Friday trip you tricked me into." Davey laughed. "Remember you need to punish me for that. " Richard laughed ."Oh, I haven't forgotten."
"Sir, I know the answer. I agree with everyone who says I should have my own apartment, I should learn how to be an adult. " But Sir.... I hope we get to see barnacles tomorrow." "Why is that davey?" "So I can hear someone say how impossible they are to get rid of. And I can lean over and whisper into your ear. "sort of like me."
It was rare for davey to be the aggressor, but he was then, as he pulled Richard into him for a long, long kiss. He stared into Richard's eyes. "There is nothing I want more right now, than you in me. You promised this morning. And if you can give me ten minutes to get the bedroom ready, and promise not to come in before bed time, I want to get it ready." Richard hugged davey close to him. "I guess this means that, if we're asked on Friday, we can tell people we're dating." Davey laughed. "Dating? Tell them we're fucking. These kids are smart. And I want to introduce you to one who said he wants to grow up to be just like you." Richard smiled. "He has a crush on you. He wants to grow up to be me so he can sleep with you. " "I think he's a bottom Sir." The laughter just bubbled up out of Richard. "You've got ten minutes. I'll tell Carla to hold the first course. She said you'll be getting pasta from now on until the marathon."
When Richard got to the bedroom that night, he saw the play chair, with the new handcuffs laid out on it. He also saw the leather restraints attached to the bed. Finally, he saw the barber's electric shaver. And he heard davey whisper "Your choice Sir, but I'd love to be shaved smooth before you fuck me."
As his hair grew back in during the warm days to follow, davey began to regret that move.