Date: Thu, 19 Mar 2020 16:09:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: When Mr. Harris and Davey Meet Again - installment 16

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."