Date: Wed, 27 May 2020 16:56:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Mr Harris and davey meet again - installment 40

Gentle readers, your author wishes to pose a survey question to you.
It's not a multi part question, just a simple one:  as you read this
chapter, you will encounter something you haven't seen in this story
before.  And, at the risk of going Hallmark movie on you more than I do:
Mark and davey:  a meeting or not?  Email me.  That's the only
question.


As the school year began to get closer to its end, davey found himself
with more and more free time.  He had done his year end review with Coach
Jackson and the principal.  They both wanted him back for the next year,
but one of the requirements was that he needed to start taking the
education courses which are the bane of every school teacher's
existence.
"I know you were planning on  a European vacation"  the principal said to
davey,  "and if that goes through, we can probably get some kind of
extension, but you'll need to take them at night, in the fall.  Let me
know."

As it happened, in discussions at home , a SUMMER European vacation had
been tabled.  Rather, they were now looking at something in the middle of
fall, or if that didn't work, the spring break.

"It's not a bad idea"  was the consensus from Carla, Mike, and Richard,
who had all spent time in Europe .  "During the summer, the place is
crawling with tourists, the lines are long, and it's just  unpleasant
some times"  Richard looked at Paul.  "Besides, hot blooded ones like Mr.
Paul and myself can get very upset when we can't find air
conditioning."

So the European vacation was on hold, and davey agreed that he'd atttend
summer classes to get his certification started.  He was glad it had
worked out.  It was turning into an absolutely perfect day.  That
morning, after he had blown Harris,  his husband had asked him  "you
sure?"  to which davey gave the answer  "yes sir," and now, he was
walking around with the cage back on his cock.  It would come off in
three days, and then go back on again.

After his meeting with Coach J and the principal, he had a free day.  He
decided to go and do some shopping for Richard:  he had told Richard how
hot he was when he was dressed up, so maybe he'd 'push the envelope' and
do some shopping.   And that is how davey found himself in the men's
department of the local store that sold better apparel, looking at the
various shirts.  There were so many options!  Davey was a button down man
himself:  blue, white, and an occasional pastel, but since his work
didn't require dressing up, he didn't. So he was somewhat at a loss, when
he saw all the options.

"You look like you're befuddled.  Need some help?"  A solidly built, bald
man with bright blue eyes was speaking to him over the rack of men's
shirts davey was perusing.

"Oh, thank you.  I'm trying to find a gift for my husband, and I really
am at a loss."

"Well, I can give some suggestions if you like.  I'm Mark."  The  man
held out his hand.  "davey here.  Nice to meet you."

"WAIT.  I know you.  You're the coach at the high school.  I was at the
meet.  My son runs for another school.  You guys were GOOD."

Davey smiled at the compliment  "Thank you.  The kids worked really,
REALLY hard.
"Well, I'm sure you had something to do with it. Anyway, let's see...
now, why don't you describe your husband to me."

"Oh, he's very masculine:  colors like pink or lavender, that kind of
thing?  Out of the question. Hairy.  "  Davey blushed  "I call him my
wolf."

"Hmmm.  This is suggesting something darker, with a bit of color in
it.."  Mark pulled out a shirt that was essentially black, with an
occasional vertical stripe, each in a different color.  Davey looked at
it, and he imagined Richard wearing it.  He felt his cock bump up against
the cage.

"I think this is the one.  Thank you Mark.  I appreciate your help."
"Hey, no problem."  Mark smiled.  "If you appreciate my help, how about
letting me take you out for coffee?"

"He's coming on to me.  HE'S COMING ON TO ME!  OMG.  This is the first
time that's ever happened!" went through davey's mind as he was paying
for the shirt.  He couldn't deny that his cock bumped up against the cage
again.  He looked at his watch.  There was plenty of time before he got
home.    What could it hurt?"

"Sure.  I have about two hours to kill"
Another smile from Mark  "That's terrific.  Maybe we can get lunch too."


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If any of our readers are waiting for the trip to the motel, no, that
didn't happen.  Mark and davey went  off to a higher end diner, and after
they had ordered , Mark laughed.  "So, here we are, two guys, each
wearing a wedding, wondering what's up.  "

Davey blushed.  "I'm not really used to this Mark. And you told me about
a son?"
"Yes, married and with a son.  My wife knows about my occasional forays
outside of the  marriage.  I wouldn't say she's delighted about it, but
we make it work.  It's fine.  How about you?"

A deeper blush from davey  "I was married to a woman for a long time.
Then I caught her cheating.  My husband , it turns out, had a crush on me
from high school.  We met at a reunion, he suggested we try, and....
well, what can I say?  He's the only man I've ever been with and he keeps
me completely happy."

Mark shook his head in acknowledgement.  "I get that davey.  I do.
Please don't think I'm trying to put pressure on you, it's just well,
this.." He paused.  "I hope it doesn't surprise you when people say they
find you terribly attractive."

"Actually Mark, it does.  I don't think of myself that way."
"Well, I DO think of you that way.    " He reached out and covered
davey's hand with his own.  Davey felt his cock jump again.  "I just want
to give you my contact info, because, well, if you'd ever like to maybe,
have a little fling with another man, nothing serious, nothing about
commitment, just some fun, let me know."  Mark signalled the waitress and
paid the check.  As they got up, he looked at davey.  "Remember a saying
my mom told me a long time ago.  I was a picky eater." He laughed
"Clearly not anymore.  Anyway, she told me  'you can love Italian food,
that doesn't mean you have to eat it every night.'  "  Before davey could
stop  him, he leaned in and kissed davey on the cheek .

It was the third time davey felt his cock bump the cage.  He took the
business card Mark gave him, and buried it in his wallet.

"Thank you Mark.  Thank you for the help with the shirt, and thank you
for the ego boost."   Mark smiled and walked off.

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Davey got in his car and drove home.  Oh boy, what an afternoon!  He was
hoping that Richard was home from his searching for a new space for his
new restaurant:  he had been horny already, and his lunch with Mark had
really pushed his needs.  As he thought about the new shirt,  and how his
honey would look in it, well...


He saw the family car in the driveway, and smiled.  That meant Richard
was home.  In the distance, he saw Mike and Paul working on the building
that was going to be their place.  The weather had gotten warmer, and
they worked without shirts.
"Paul is shaving Mike, I guess,"  davey smiled.  "Must be the way around
here with bottoms."
"HEY GUYS.   You need some help?"
They looked up .  "DAVEY DAD.  Welcome home.  No, we're good.  We picked
a new color for the building," Paul called out.  "Richard dad isn't
thrilled with the color, but, well..."  The color was a soft shade of
green, and while davey liked it, he knew that his husband thought in
terms of primary colors.

"I'll work on him.  It's a nice color.  Just don't spill too much on the
flowers."


He found Richard sort of half asleep and half awake in front of the TV.

"HEY SIR."  He came over and sat down next to him, planted a kiss on his
forehead, and then pulled Harris' arm around him.  "whatcha watching?"
Harris laughed.  "Oh, something I don't indulge in often.  I have to
admit, I have a weakness for these Hallmark movies.  I hadn't heard of
them before, but someone I know in the business - my friend Darrel,  told
me  my life is a Hallmark movie, so I started watching.  It's kind of
like eating gum drops.  You think it's gonna be one more, and then one
more, and then another one, and you can't stop."

Davey cuddled closer to Harris.  "I kinda feel that way about you fucking
me Sir."  Harris laughed.  "Oh, you're in one of THOSE moods today."  He
kisssed davey.  "So, I see a bag.  We went shopping. What'd ya get
yourself?"

"Actually, something for you Sir.."  Davey pulled it out of the bag.  "I
wanted to encourage your dressing up so, I saw this, and..."  He handed
it to Harris.

"Oh, davey, it's beautiful.  THANK YOU.  I'm gonna try it on right now."
He doffed his shirt and davey felt the bang against the cage again.
Harris winked at him.  "There's a show about a stripper called Gypsy.
I'd bump and grind for you, but... let's wait until after we get to see
the show." He finished, and stood in front of davey.  "What do you
think?"

davey felt his mouth go a bit dry.  "Please Sir.  Take a look in the
mirror. In the bedroom. I'm following  you.  PLEASE.  Show me how much
you like it.

Harris took a look in the mirror.  It DID fit well, and the color
worked.  He turned around, and he saw davey, standing there, holding his
hands behind his back.  He had  put a pair of cuffs on the bed.
"Please sir.  Please."

"Come here first lamb."  He held davey, and first kissed his chin, and
then his nose, before going for the lips.  Davey had taken Harris' tongue
so often by now, that he just opened up and gave in, submitting to the
probing organ.  Harris moved his tongue over to davey's neck, licking at
the tattoo, and then  moving on to his ear.

"OH FUCK SIR.  I may break the cage , I'm so hard."   Harris said nothing
but moved to the other ear, and the other side of davey's neck. When
davey's moans became loud and insistent, Harris picked up the cuffs, and
locked davey's wrists behind him.  "Now what shall we do?  What shall we
do?  Davey was wearing a dark blue, short sleeve button shirt that day,
and Harris had it opened in no time.  His mouth went directly to davey's
nipples.  "FUCK YES.   FUCK YES."  Harris rubbed his scruff over the
sensitized nipples.  He looked up.  "you may have to shower davey .
Those stores pump so much scent through the vents, I think you picked
some up.  I can smell it on you.  It doesn't suit you at all," he
laughed.

Davey felt a lump in his throat.  "I know what you mean, Sir.  It smells
like top man."

Harris growled.  "OH, YOU'RE GONNA GET THE SMELL OF TOP MAN.."  He pushed
davey down on the bed .  "Do your wrists hurt in that position?"

"No sir, not really.  My nerve endings are kinda focused on other
things.

"As they should be... Harris' tongue was in davey's navel.  It was clear
he was going to take his time with this. Since davey wasn't going to be
able to shoot,  his complaints and whines would do no good.

Harris opened the shirt, and pressed his pit against davey's face.
"SMELL IT.  SMELL WHAT A TOPMAN SMELLS LIKE.  THEN LICK IT. FIND OUT WHAT
HE TASTES LIKE."

"YES SIR. I hope I taste other things too."  davey buried his face in
Harris' pit.  Meanwhile, Harris was unbuckling davey's pants, sliding
them down.  He pushed down davey's briefs, and found the cage.

"I hope you don't expect me to open this right away,  bottom boy.

"NO sir.  Not yet.  But please, please...."

Harris grabbed davey's ankles.  Now HE was aroused, and he didn't wait.
He pushed in HARD.  Davey had wanted it rougher, and that's what he was
gonna get.  (Harris wasn't adverse to it either.).  He pumped, hard, but
slowly, and withdrew his cock once, and then twice, before driving home,
the third time.  He gave a wolf HOWL which made davey smile, as he came
into the man.  Davey was thinking , all the while  "I LOVE this man.  I
JUST FUCKING LOVE HIM."

"I'm gonna take the cuffs off now davey.  You have a look on your face
that says you need cuddling."

"I do Sir.  I really do. Can you just hold me for a minute, or a few
minutes.  "

"OF COURSE.  " He paused  "davey, did I just hurt you?"

That question made davey cry.  "No Sir.  You didn't hurt me.  But I
almost hurt you."

Harris was puzzled.  He looked at davey.  "I'm going to need some help
here davey.  I'm more than a little confused.  Can I get you some water.

"No Sir, please, no.  I don't want to let go of you. "

"Oh dear.  What happened davey?  Did they fire you or something?"

"No Sir.  Nothing like that.  I don't think of that as something that
would hurt you."  Then davey took a deep breath, and told Harris about
Mark.

If he expected a sympathetic, cuddly Richard, like in the past, he didn't
get it.  Harris almost bristled.  He took a deep breath, and davey saw
him forming fists, opening them, reforming them, and doing it over and
over again. This was something he had seen Richard do when he was angry,
and he didn't do it often.  Finally, he spoke.   Before he did though, he
grabbed davey,  and pinned him at his wrists before he straddled him.

"Let me make something clear to you davey, VERY clear.  You're wearing my
ring, but you're wearing something else.  My collar.   What does that
mean?"
"It means I belong to you Sir."
Harris pressed on his wrists harder.  "Sir, you're hurting me."
' TOO DAMN BAD.  That cage?  Know what that means?  Your cock belongs to
me.  Know what this means?"  He took his finger, and without warning,
pushed it up davey's wet ass.  "It means your ASS belongs to me.  ALL OF
YOU BELONGS TO ME BOY."
"Yes Sir.  I understand. "
"This DOES hurt me,  you're right.  I know you didn't do anything.
That's not the point.  You considered it, which hurts. It hurts big time.
Am I not enough for you?"
"I didn't think that Sir.  And no, I don't believe that.  I just.. I
just.  "
"You forgot what you are, boi.  You're my bottom, and just plain MINE."
"I did Sir.  I won't forget it again."
Harris took a deep breath.  "This is VERY hard for me to say davey.
VERY hard.  But I'll say it.  If you want to spend time with other men,
or another man,  I'll probably ok it.  AT THEIR PLACE,  AND WITH MY
PERMISSION.   But if you do it without my permission, JUST ONCE... we're
done.  "

Davey began to cry.  "I'm  sorry Sir.  I am truly sorry."  He grabbed
Harris tighter than he ever had.  "No one has ever come on to me.  NO
ONE.  I didn't know what to do.  Don't  you remember how I didn't know
what to do when you told me you wanted me?  Please.  I should have just
made an excuse and not had lunch with him.  "  He caught his breath.

"Richie - and I KNOW I should be saying Sir, but I'm trying to reach that
boy I used to know  - I don't EVER  want to do anything to disappoint
you, or hurt you, or honestly, to be apart from you.  "  He began to
cry.  "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to get out of bed in
the morning knowing that you're still here?"

"I think I do davey"  Harris' voice was soft.  "I feel the same way.  I
feel that way when we're in the car together and you leave to get to
work.  I feel that way when you go out for a run:  DAMN IT  CANNON,  I
want you all the time.  ALL.  THE.  TIME.    " Now he began to cry.  "I
don't want to share you.  EVER."

Davey tried to joke  "well, if you miss me when I go running, come with
me, or do you not miss me THAT much?" Harris cracked a smile.

"Listen sweetie, tell me the truth.  Do you want to spend time with this
guy Mark?"

Davey shook his head.  "No Sir.  I don't.  I got excited by the fact that
someone wanted me.  You know what I think happens   Sir?   In our crowd,
everyone respects you, they fear you, you're the alpha male.  Not just in
the house, but EVERYWHERE.  I think they may be afraid to show me
anything.  That's why this guy... who doesn't know you."

That was food for thought for  Harris.  Davey was probably right.  On one
level, what he said made him happy.  But he saw how it could be a bad
thing for davey.

"I'm going to see if I can do something to get you in front of people,
get some of the recognition you deserve for being such a handsome,
delightful man."  Harris kissed him. "But again, I want to make clear:
I'm keeping you for myself.  100%.  And if that means putting a padlock
on your ass too, I will."

"No Sir. There's no need.  I was excited.  Mark excited me.  He asked me
to go home with him.  I came back.  And I always will."

"That's all I can ask davey.  " He smiled.  "You want to watch another
Hallmark with me before dinner?"

"Can we cuddle and make fun of it?"

When the boys came in to wash before dinner, they found the two of them
cuddled up in front of a bad movie, snoring.

"Two fucking old bunnies,"  Paul joked.