Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2020 16:37:07 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Mr. Harris and Davey meet again: installment 7 Davey found being in a house with no television rather relaxing. Richard had gone off to do some office work in his private office, and davey headed into the library. He really loved this room, even without the "secret room" where they had just been fucking. All these books! And Richard said that he could use whatever books he wanted. He went back to the Hemingway he had been reading, but it was just too tempting and he began looking around at the other ones. Where to start? What to read? He had wanted to take more literature classes in high school, but track practice and Heather forced him to take as few classes as he had to. "How much have I missed?" he thought to himself. He felt Harris' hands on his shoulders. "How's my davey?" He massaged davey very gently. The strain from being tied up was beginning to leave under Harris' strong fingers. "Sir.... that feels so good." Harris leaned in and kissed davey on the side of the neck. "It's gonna be dinner time soon. I shouldn't be surprised: Carla left a leg of lamb and other goodies. I hope that sounds ok. "It sounds wonderful Sir. Don't you know how to cook?" Again, Harris smiled. "I do. But Carla feels I don't cook well enough for other than serious emergencies. She kind of thinks I'm helpless in the kitchen. " "I doubt that Sir." Davey blushed. "I doubt that you're helpless in anything." That made Harris laugh. "Well, I'm beginning to think that your smile is my kryptonite davey." Naturally, davey flashed him a big one. "Is THIS all it takes to conquer superman?" Harris laughed, rushed in and gave him a front bear hug, lifting him off the ground. "No. It takes a smile. . and that sweet mouth or that sweet ass of yours." He spun davey around. "DAMN IT TO HELL DAVEY. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU DO TO ME." Davey blushed again. "You're so good to me Sir. I really had my doubts, but after a week.... I think about you all day at work." Harris kissed him on the top of his head. "That's what I wanna hear handsome. Now, leg of lamb, potatoes, some salad, and then Carla made chocolate mousse. "OOOOH Sir. I love chocolate mousse." Harris made a bit of a fake frown. "Yeah, Carla told me. I don't eat chocolate. She told me I could do better without the sugar, or I could get some cardio lessons from you and she'd make me something I liked. " Davey laughed. "It might be hot seeing you run in shorts Sir." After dinner, Harris turned on some music. They were relaxing on the sofa. Davey was lying down, his head on Harris' lap, feeling his erection stirring and growing, while Harris stroked davey's belly through his shirt. "Davey, I want to ask you a question. In fact, I have a few questions. " "Sure Sir. I'll try. But this feels so good.... I may not be able to speak. " "Well, ok. Was I your first gay experience." Davey paused. "Yes and no Sir. I mean, you know what happens in locker rooms." Harris laughed. "I've heard, but I can't say I know." Davey went on "Well, boys will be boys, and we would of course razz each other. We had jerking contests to see who could get hard first, who could cum the furthest, who could wait the longest. That kind of thing. " He paused. "Once, there was a gardener at Heather's place. She had gone shopping, and there was no one around. I had been doing push ups to try to keep in shape, and he came over. One thing led to another and, well, nothing like we've done Sir, but just a grown up version of a jerk off competition. With some kissing. Heather came back, after we had fallen asleep. Her father fired him that day. "So you've lived a fairly empty life sexually, huh davey?" "Sir, I think before you I lived an empty life, period. I think I've done more, and learned more, in a week, than I did in the rest of my life." Harris moved his hand to the hair that he loved so much. "You know, davey, I want you to think about something. Jason would kill me if he knew I asked this, but here it comes. Next week, you'll get your first paycheck. And the deal was, you'd get a place of your own, and we'd meet up at night, and on weekends. " Now he paused. "I don't propose this lightly davey, but would you consider living here with me?" Davey put his hand on Harris' to stop him. He had thought about that. It would have been so wonderful, he knew. But he told Harris he didn't think so, not right now. "Sir, I don't want to disappoint you. I really don't. You've been so good to me, and I know, it would be wonderful. But Jason was right when he said I have to learn to stand on my own feet. You helped me with a job, and I'm so grateful for that, and you've helped me with so many things. But I've never lived on my own, I've never handled my own money, I haven't ever done a LOT of things that adults do. I'm not 22 Sir. I need to learn." Richard made a big sigh. "I've hurt you Sir. I'm sorry," said davey, and Harris chuckled lightly. "No, no, no. Not at all, handsome. Not at all. I'm the one who's being selfish." He pulled davey closer to him. "I want you here all the time. That's NOT the best thing for you, and..." Richard paused "To be honest, if I could think clearly around you, with my head instead of my groin, I'd know it's not the best thing for ME." His eyes began to tear up. "Promise me, though, davey. If you find it too tough, come stay here. Everyone loves you. Not just me. Even..., I think, Jason." Davey looked up at him. "Thank you Sir. I was afraid you wouldn't let me, and I was afraid to say anything, but thank you." Richard smiled, as he pushed davey up to a full sitting position. "You know, part of the reason you have to live on your own, is so that you're NOT afraid to say how you feel, or at least not be ashamed of it. " He ran his finger down davey's nose. "But come and use the library anytime you want. For books. NOT for the secret room." "That's for Sunday Sir, right? When I DO stay over." Harris laughed out loud. "WHY is it that everything you say makes me just want to roll you on your back and take advantage of you?" Davey grinned. "Because I'm adorable Sir?" Harris growled. "Yes, yes you are. And the lion is getting hungry again. " Davey smiled and got up from the sofa. He winked at Harris as he began walking toward the bedroom. "Wanna eat?" He smiled. Harris jumped up, grabbed him around the waist and pulled him in the bedroom. "You little flirt. You are gonna get it big time." He tossed davey onto the bed and began tickling him mercilessly. "Ha hahahahahaha. Please Sir. Please, please. It's too soon after dinner. I'm gonna puke SIr. Please. .." Harris was not sympathetic. "You tease me about how I feel about you. You're gonna get it." Davey squirmed and struggled, but Harris was too strong. Finally he stopped. He pinned davey down, and just stared at him for a minute. Then he lowered his body on top of him, and found his mouth. His tongue pushed down, and moved around inside davey's mouth, as davey moaned. When Harris pulled out, davey sighed "Oh My God Sir. I've never been kissed like that by anyone before you. Please Sir. Please do it again." Harris obliged, as he slid his knee between davey's legs and began kneading his cock. "OH GOD SIR. OH SHIT. OH . " Harris smiled. "I don't think you can take two fuckings in four hours, but you know what, young man? I bet I could get you to orgasm again. " Davey smiled "Betcha can't." Harris just started laughing as he pulled down Davey's jeans. Keeping him pinned, he began to very, very slowly stroke davey's penis. This wasn't what davey expected, and he calmed down, and began breathing harder. "OH..... OH..... OH GOD. Richie, that feels wonderful..." He knew what he had said and gulped, but Harris just went on. He ran his finger around davey's balls, and a squirt of pre cum came out. Then he moved to davey's cockhead, and drew his hand across it. "OH FUCK SIR. I think I'm on fire. " Harris smiled. "That makes two of us. " He spit into his hand, and then began to work davey's cock, top to bottom. Davey got harder, and harder, and breathed hard. "SIR SIR. I'm gonna shoot. OH GOD. I'm gonna shoot. " Davey screamed, just before Harris covered his mouth with his lips, and jizz spattered everywhere. Harris let davey go, and davey rolled over and hugged him. "MMMMM. Sir, you know just what to do to get me. Every time." Harris smiled and looked at him. "Well, are you gonna return the favor. " Davey looked puzzled. "But Sir. I've never jerked off another man before. A wicked look crossed Harris' face. "Maybe. But I KNOW you give a good blow job. GET TO WORK daveyboi." Davey's response was immediate. "Yes SIR" he went down to Harris' cock and wrapped his lips around it. Harris was already pretty hard from what he had just done to davey, so it didn't take much. Still, davey worked slowly, as Harris grabbed for his hair, to push his mouth down further. "DO IT YOU LITTLE FUCKER. JUST DO IT. " The stronger tone made davey even more eager to please. He tickled his partner with his tongue, bringing him closer and closer. He stopped right before Harris was gonna shoot and looked at him. "Who's my topman?" Harris couldn't have been happier to hear that question. ' I AM YOU ADORABLE BITCH" and then he let go, shooting an enormous load. Davey fell on top of him, and they embraced, before Richard changed the position. He looked down at davey. "you're right. You have to live in your own place. You'd kill me if you lived here." They got a quick shower, and got into bed. Both of them slept very well that night. Richard slept with his big muscular leg thrown over davey. That's how davey knew his lover was getting up - the leg moved. It was early, and davey was still sleepy. He felt Richard ruffle his hair and then lean down and whisper "It's supplier day at the restaurant. I gotta get there for that. Then executive team meeting, and if I have to cover for anyone today, I'll find out there. But I'll text you. " He kissed davey's ear. "Don't be too hard on the kids." Davey heard the shower, and Richard getting dressed for the morning. He opened his eyes just to catch a quick glimpse, first of Richard putting on his t shirt, and then again, when he was fully dressed, in his jeans, his overshirt, and a cap. Davey whispered "you are so hot, Sir," and he saw Richard blush. "I thought you were sleeping, you sneak." He pushed the blankets off davey and smacked his ass. "NOW GET UP! Still plenty of hot water, and I KNOW Carla is making you breakfast. I can smell it. And it's healthy. No sweet rolls during the week. " He paused and squeezed davey's ass. "But I'll get all the sweet buns I want." Then he was gone. Davey smiled at his incipient hard on, and got into the shower. "Should I jerk off?" he was thinking, before he decided not to. It was probably that Richie would be home at night, and then...." He had to stop thinking about it. He found a smiling Carla as he went down to the dining room. "GOOD MORNING DAVEY. I hope you had a wonderful Sunday." "Good morning to you too Carla. It was. It truly was. I met Gloria." Carla's eyes grew wide. "OH. She's a sight isn't she? She accepted you, yes?" Davey smiled "Well, Mr. Harris says she did." Carla laughed. "You'd know if she didn't. Know what she did when Mr. Harris was seeing Fred? She POOPED all over him. It took me three hours to get that stuff out of his clothes." Davey laughed as she told him this. She brought over coffee, and a big bowl of steaming oatmeal. "Mr. Harris told me that now that you're coaching, you've got to eat healthy, to teach the kids to do the same." He sighed. "It's true Carla. But I would kill for more of your salted caramel buns. " She laughed. "Was Mr. Harris upset that I had only made sweets you like?" Davey smiled. "I think he might have been jealous, but he was good about it." Carla snorted. "He has enough sweets at that restaurant if he wants. " She lowered her voice. "And between you and I davey, I think he needs to spend more time in the gym." Davey blushed. "He looks fine to me." Now it was Carla's turn to blush, and she turned back to her kitchen. "Carla, I'd like to ask you something, if you don't mind. You don't have to answer," said Davey, as he realized it was the best oatmeal he had ever eaten. "Oh, sure davey. Ask away. " She smiled. "Well..., last night Mr. Harris asked me if I wanted to live here instead of taking my own apartment. " "Oh, davey, what did you tell him?" "Well, I told him not yet, and I hope I didn't hurt his feelings or make him angry." Carla paused, and turned away, before she faced davey again. "Mr. Harris is a hard one to read. You'll never see how he feels, if he's not happy. But if you listen, and watch, you'll see it. " She paused again. "When he caught Fred cheating on him, no one ever saw him angry, or sad, or anything. But there was more than one night that we heard him sobbing in the bedroom - after he had gone out to the bars. He's really a very private person about himself, davey. But I'll pay careful attention. I'll tell you if I notice anything." Then she smiled. "But I understand that you'll be here just about every evening, and I'm so happy about that. So happy, in fact, that I want to know what you'd like to have for dinner. " "Shouldn't Mr. Harris make those decisions?" Carla puffed up her chest. "Well, if he doesn't like what's on the table, he can go to a restaurant. Lord knows he's got one. " They both laughed. "Carla," said davey. "I never had a sister. You're like the one I never had." He was surprised at Carla's face, and her response. "Yes, I hear that a lot. Everyone thinks of me as their sister. Except my sister." "Oh, Carla, I didn't mean...", she smiled. "No no Davey. Please please. Now what would you be having? I need to have Sam take me shopping maybe." "Oh, I don't know. Does lasagna sound ok?" She smiled "Davey lasagna sounds wonderful. There's always enough left over to share with people. It's perfect. " She looked at the clock. "Davey, you need to be getting to work, but I think Jason wants to talk to you first. " "Indeed I do, Davey. Can you come to the library with me please?" "Of course Jason." When they got there, they took their usual seats. "Davey, I truly hope you enjoyed your Sunday with Mr. Harris. " "I did Sir. I really did." Jason made a bit of a face. "Yes, I could tell. I've asked Mr. Harris to be a bit more diligent about cleaning up, but if you wouldn't mind reminding him." Jason took a dried up condom from the floor and held it up before throwing it out. "OOPS. I'm sorry Jason." Jason laughed. "No worries. It's happened before. " Then he paused. "Ok, davey, now this week, some things are going to happen. First, you'll be getting a paycheck. Now, have you ever managed your own money before. " Davey shook his head. "I haven't. Since I was working for Heather's family, the money went into a joint account, and she took care of everything." "Well, ok. That's useful for me to know. I thought that was the case, and you've confirmed it. So, what I would like to do with you, is sit down and figure out how to budget your money." "I would REALLY appreciate that Jason. I feel like I'm 22 learning to be an adult. " Jason smiled "Yes, I feel the same way. Now, also, before Mr. Harris left this morning, he told me that you had turned down his offer to live her." Davey blushed "Did I do the wrong thing Jason?" Jason smiled. "To be honest, I'm sure Mr. Harris was slightly disappointed. But he'll get through that. He knows you'll be here at night, and when he wants you to be here. " "That's true Jason." "Frankly, I think you did precisely the right thing. Mr. Harris can be extremely seductive, and you could have, very easily, fallen into the same kind of lifestyle you had with that woman. I think you probably want that less than any of us. " Davey shook his head "Sir, you're correct. " Jason again smiled at davey calling him Sir. "Very well. So, after your work today, I would suggest that we go out together to look for an apartment for you. I have some general idea of what you'll be earning, which gives me a good idea of how much you will be able to afford to spend on rent. " Davey smiled. "Jason, thank you. You know SO MUCH MORE than I do, I really appreciate it. " Again Jason smiled. "You're very welcome to it davey, and yes, yes I do." Sam drove Davey to the school. He had regular gym classes in the morning, then his coaching began in the afternoon. He'd be finished by about 4. He found teaching the phys ed classes to be so interesting, because the kids changed so much between their first and fourth years. Sometimes, he thought the beginners were more mature than the older ones. He met Coach Jackson after those classes and lunch (and he made a note to himself: maybe he could get Carla to pack leftovers for his lunch? The cafeteria was awful). "HEY, CANNON. I HEARD YOU MET MY SON THIS WEEKEND." "Yes Coach Jackson I did. He gave me some very good advice. " 'HE'S BIG ON ADVICE LIKE HIS FATHER. WHAT'D HE TELL YOU? THAT HE'D COME BACK AND KILL YOU IF YOU HURT riCHARD?" Davey blushed and laughed. "Almost to the word. " "WELL DAMN, HE LEARNED THAT FROM ME TOO. THE ONLY THING HE DIDN'T LEARN FROM ME WAS HOW TO COOK AND HOW TO READ THAT DAMNED LATIN HE LOVES SO MUCH." Davey looked up. "Your son can read Latin?" Jackson smiled with pride. "Sure can. Three guesses who taught him. It wasn't at school." "Did Mr Harris teach him?" Jackson smiled DAMN RIGHT HE DID. THAT KID CAME HOME EVERY AFTERNOON, HURRIED TO GET HIS HOMEWORK, AND THERE WAS A LOT OF IT. THEN HE'D HEAD TO riCHARD FOR LESSONS. HOW THE HELL DO YOU THINK HE GOT INTO YALE? " Davey paused. "Mr. Harris never told me this." Jackson smiled. "he chooses what he tells and doesn't tell. NOW YOU ARE GONNA HAVE TO GET BRAVE ENOUGH TO TELL HIM TO GET HIS ASS BACK IN THE GYM CAUSE riCHARD is turning into riLARD" He laughed hard at his own joke. Davey was brave enough to say. "you're the second person today he told me he needed to get to the gym. " Jackson smiled. "Probably Carla. No one else there is brave enough to say it. " OK, stud. Let's get outside. Those kids are already screaming for you AFTER ONE GODDAMNED WEEK. ARE YOU DRUGGING THEIR GATORADE OR SOMETHING?' Davey was out in the field with his teams for the next 3 hours. He thought that the reason they liked him so much was because he was out there, running with them. He loved running. He loved the freedom it gave him, and the chance to think. He wondered if the kids were getting that sense. "Hmmm. Maybe next session, I'll ask them 'why do you run'. Might be interesting." He was taken out of that reverie, when he heard some loud voices. He looked up and he saw a blond woman's head - HEATHER - arguing with Sam, who had driven up to pick up davey at the end of the day. He couldn't make out the words, but he could see her red face, and her angry mouth as she turned around and went off in a huff. "OK boys. One last set . This time, sprints. Think this way. You're in 4th place, but only about ten seconds from the front. GUN IT. LAST LAP. The kids took off. These were the really advanced ones, the ones that had a chance at scholarships. He was working them hard because things had changed since he ran competitively. It was much, MUCH tougher. The kids "put out" for him, and as he clocked them coming in, he applauded. 'GREAT JOB. GREAT JOB GUYS. YOU NAILED IT. " He paused. "I'm gonna make a prediction here. If you all keep working this hard, we're gonna get at least two medals, in EVERY DAMN EVENT at the next meet. Now, get to the showers. I don't want any mothers calling me because their sons smell like jock straps. " There was nervous laughter, and off they went. Davey went back to the school to change. Mr. Harris hadn't said anything about uniforms, so he was putting on street clothes to get home. He wanted to look good for Richie, and he knew Richie loved how he looked in a white buttondown. So that's what he was wearing today: a trim white buttondown, and tight jeans. His loafers too. He remembered how Richie had stroked his biceps, so he rolled up the sleeves too, before he met Sam. "Afternoon davey. I hope the day went well." "It did Sam, thank you. I hope yours did too." Sam nearly started laughing. "Let's get in the car, and I'll tell you about the best part of my day. " "Can I ride in front Sam?" Sam paused and then said "ok, as long as Mr. Harris doesn't see it." As they took off, Sam asked him "so how did your Sunday go?" Davey laughed. "You all asked me that. Is Mr. Harris that hard to deal with." Sam laughed. "Not if you follow his rules, which are really reasonable. No, the truth is davey, we all like you and want you to stay around, and we're trying to get a feel for how things are going. " "Even Jason, Sam." Sam pulled up at a red light. "ESPECIALLY Jason." He paused "Davey, I'm not sure you get this. Jason doesn't have any children. He sort of sees you as the son he wishes he had raised. He wants to make sure things are good for you. With or without Mr. Harris." "I had no idea Sam. Thank you. Now things are making more sense." Sam laughed. "Like Jason siding with you on getting your own apartment." "YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?," davey was incredulous. Sam laughed again. "Remember, I take Mr. Harris to the restaurant in the morning. I heard the whole story. Davey, it's the right call. Mr. Harris will come around, he really will. But I can also tell you, he's texted me three times to ask if you're on your way home. " When they got to the house, and went in, davey could smell the lasagna baking. He smelled something else: was that chocolate? Oh boy, he was gonna get it tonight if it was. Carla smiled at him. "DAVEY. It's good that you're back home. Mr. Harris is in his office. You can go in if you want. I know he'll be glad to see you." Davey walked off to that room. Richie was on the phone. He heard his voice raised a little. "What do you mean you don't have it? Do I have to go out and catch the fucking fish myself? " A pause "I see. You know, there are other suppliers. Get back to me in an hour . NO ifs ands or buts." He looked at davey and smiled. "one more call, davey." He punched in some numbers. "Lawanda, this is Harris." Davey could hear Lawanda's loud voice on the other end. "Lawanda, as far as I know, the fucking halibut is still in the fucking water off of the fucking coast of fucking Greenland. But what I do fucking know is that the fucking special we designed using that fucking halibut is OFF THE FUCKING MENU FOR TONIGHT BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING HALIBUT ." There was a pause, more noise from Lawanda's end of the phone, and then laughing. "I know, La, I know. We're gonna start with a new supplier. They can't fuck us around like this. Even if there are no fucking halibut." More laughter. "Ok, run a special with tuna, that always sells. Tomorrow we'll talk about who to use. And Lawanda, thank you for everything you do for us." He put down the phone and got up. "Well, look who's home. " He came over and embraced davey, hugged him tight, and then ran his thumbs over davey's nipples. "I hope you miss me during the day as much as I miss you." "I think I do Sir." He kissed davey again. "I heard Heather showed up at the school today." Davey looked away. "She did. I saw her yelling at Sam." Harris sighed. "You know, I'm rethinking this check with every new thing I hear. " He paused. "If I know how these creatures work, it won't be tomorrow, but she'll show up here on Wednesday. I'll try to make sure we're all here for when her majesty shows up. " He saw the look on davey's face. "Trust me, handsome. It's going to be just fine. I've handled her type before. They're all over the restaurant industry. " He took davey's hands. "Dinner is about 90 minutes away. Care for some foolish horseplay before hand?" Davey smiled. "I want to Sir, but I think I'm supposed to meet with Jason to look at apartments, and to learn about money management." Richard slapped himself on the forehead. "OH YES. That's right. I completely forgot about that." He kissed davey. "But after dinner, muffin, since Clara refuses to make any desserts I like, you're my dessert." Davey smiled. "whipped cream," and laughed as he went to find Jason. "With the look on his face, I thought Mr. Harris was going to make you cancel, davey" Jason remarked. "Well..., he kind of was, Jason. I told him we had an appointment though, and he was very understanding." Jason laughed. "You better be ready for some vigorous, ahem, play tonight." Jason did have his own car, and they used that. On the way, davey spoke. "Jason, I'm really honored that you confided in me." Jason shrugged. "I think everyone needs to know what they're getting into as much as possible. Trust me, davey, if you had known more about Heather's family, I think, even though you were star struck, you would have walked away. " They stopped in front of a building. "Now, davey, we're here so we can look at a few places. You can tell me what you like, what you don't like, and I may add my own comments, to help you decide. " "Understood Jason. Thank you." As they walked into the first apartment, Jason was thinking "you know, he really is a "man child. " It's cute, but it's also very, VERY sad." As the walked around the one bedroom apartment, Jason was taking notes, and he asked davey what he thought. "Well, the light is good, and it seems clean and ok." Jason smiled. "All correct davey, but now, here are some things you have to look for. Let's check the bathroom first." They went in, and there was a shower, but no bathtub. "That may or may not matter to you, but you have to decide that. "Good point Jason. I hadn't thought about that." "Now, let's check how well the water flows." He turned on faucets. "Not great," said davey. "No, not great at all. Now, is there enough room between the other fixtures, and the toilet for you to, shall we say, sit comfortably?" Davey gave it a try. "It's ok." Jason was grinning and shaking his head. "These are things you have to look for. Now, let's go check the windows in the bedroom and the living room." The went to the three joined windows in the living room. They opened and closed easily and there was an air conditioner, but there was construction going on, outside. "That means it's gonna be noisy davey." Now, the bedroom. There were no windows in the bedroom "If you need the air, then this bedroom won't work. " "Well, I could sleep in the living room, Jason." Jason laughed. "Then you don't need a one bedroom. And also, davey, " He smirked. "if you invite Mr. Harris over, let me assure you : he does NOT sleep on sofa beds." Davey reddened. "OOPS. I forgot about that. " Jason laughed. "Remember davey. Because he's not here, doesn't mean he's not here. Know what I mean." I do Jason. I really do." They spent about an hour and a half looking, and at the end, davey had a set of notes as to what he liked, and didn't like. "Ok, by now, Carla is probably wondering if we'll be home for dinner, so let's go. Her lasagna is amazing. After dinner, I'll steal you a bit more for doing some financial planning." They got back to the house, and Richard was pouring some red wine at the tables. Carla had taken out the lasagna to cool, while Sam was mixing up a dressing for salad. "Ah, good. Everyone is here. Shall we?" They sat down to the dinner. Conversation was mostly about their days. Every now and then, Richard would slip his hand under the table to rub davey's thigh. The first one made davey jump a bit, and a squeak came out, which amused all. He settled in to covering Richard's hand, to hold it there. It felt good. After the dinner, Carla brought out a chocolate cake she had made, covered with crushed pecans. "Mr. Harris, I know you don't eat this kind of chocolate. When I know you're back at the gym, I'll make the things you like. " Jason laughed. "Oh, man. She's got your number." Richard made a fake little frown. "Well, not all of us are as cardio aware as davey. " A sly smile played across davey's face. "That could change, Sir. Any of you want to help me get him to go running with me?" Jason laughed. "I can see him running AFTER you, but with you." Davey blushed, Harris laughed, and the cake got passed around. After dinner, Richard went up to Jason. "Jason, I know budget planning is on the schedule, but can that be moved until tomorrow? He doesn't get paid until the end of the week, and..." Jason smiled. "Yes sir, I understand." "Thank you Jason. I appreciate your flexibility." He went over to davey. "Come with me lad, time to spend some together time." When they got to the bedroom, Richard laid on his side on the bed. "Come on over here, sweetie. No need to get undressed. " Davey smiled, and got on the bed, next to Richard. He threw his leg over davey the way he did when they slept, and embraced him, pulling him in for a deep, deep, kiss. Richard couldn't figure out if he was filled with more lust than love for davey. Actually, he knew. It was lust. No question about it. IF it turned to love, it would take time. For now, though, he just had to go with this. Davey had some thoughts of his own. He had never thought of himself as gay. Was he gay? Was this a case where, like with everything else, he sort of got swept up in things, and all of a sudden, he was doing what other people told him to do? To be sure, Richie was trying to give him a fair amount of freedom - but it was limited. An image of a dog on a long, long leash came to mind: fooled into thinking he was free, until he got pulled back. Yes, when his debt was gone, he could go wherever he wanted. For now, he wanted this man, and he couldn't explain it. Their first night had been rough. He had been nervous, scared, and very unsure. But those orgasms weren't fake, just like the one he was having now wasn't. He liked this man, a lot. The thought that someone wanted him for 20 years never went out of his head. He rolled onto his back. "Please Sir. Climb up on top of me. I just LOVE feeling your weight on me. " Richard growled. "And how about my tongue in you, sugar cube?" He went for davey's ear, and nibbled and licked. Davey was moaning, and gasping "please sir. Please. You know what that does to me." Richard laughed. "Yes, I do. That's why I do it. Just like it's why I do this..." He opened davey's shirt, and began doing the same thing to his nipples. Davey had been hard since he came home. "Please Sir, please. I'm gonna shoot in my jeans." Richard stopped. "Well, I don't want to do THAT to you. Not just yet..." He pulled off davey's sneakers, and snaked down his jeans and his jock. "If I can't have dessert, I'm going to have some man pussy." He shoved davey's legs up in the air, and drove his tongue in deep. He knew what that would do to davey, and it did. The man was moaning, begging Richard to go deeper, and deeper. At one point, davey reached down to grab his cock. "Not tonight, davey boi", Harris pushed davey's hand away. "Tonight, I'm controlling that orgasm." "OH FUCK" davey muttered under his breath. He needed to cum NOW. At least he thought he did. He didn't think he could get any harder, but the way Richie was using his tongue. "OH SHIT," davey thought. His thoughts continued "Sex with Heather didn't come close to this, even when she handcuffed him. " The thought of handcuffs suddenly got him even more aroused and he thought.... " what if I come home one night, with a set of them? He probably has them, but..... " His thoughts were cut short, because he felt Harris change from tongue, to penis. "OH YES SIR. PLEASE. PLEASE TAKE ME. PLEASE TAKE YOUR BOI." Harris smiled, but wondered where that came from? Had he heard something? Didn't matter right now. He was way too interested in having his man/boi/friend/lover/whatever. He slid back and forth, driving in and pulling out. Again, he pushed davey's hands away from his cock, and at one point, even twisted his balls. Davey screamed. "YES SIR. PLEASE HURT ME." And again Harris was thinking "WHAT THE FUCK AM I TAPPING INTO?" Davey seemed to be crying, but not from pain. Harris spread out as much as he could, to try to kiss his eyes. He ALMOST got there. The man who prided himself on control, lost it, and his jizz began to fill davey, before he got up to his eyes. He did go ahead with kissing them though. " Your eyes are so expressive davey. " Then his lips. "And these are SO soft, so luscious. " Davey hugged him, but he was tense, and Harris knew why. He rolled davey onto his back and smiled. "I'm gonna take care of that, but not with my mouth. " He pinned davey down so he couldn't do anything. "How long do you think it's gonna be before you cum, stud?" Davey twisted "Not long Sir." Richard laughed. "Oh.... will see about that. " He began working his magic: finger up the underside of davey's shaft, running it around his balls, rimming his cockhead with his finger. And then stopping. Davey was moaning, whimpering, making all the noises you'd think. "Please Sir. Can you release me. Please?" Harris smiled. "Maybe. Who's your topman?" Davey gasped "You Sir. " "That's all I needed." He kissed Davey while he squeezed his balls. Davey screamed, and Harris swallowed the scream. Another huge orgasm for davey, as Harris milked out every last drop. "Must be Carla's food," joked Harris. He still had davey pinned down, so davey couldn't hug him. "No Sir. Her food is wonderful. But you... you're an artist." A big laugh from Harris. "Well, this sort of looks like Rothko with the splashes." Davey looked puzzled. "Was Rocco the name of one of your lovers, Sir?" It was hard for Harris not to laugh, because in that comment, he realized that there was something he needed to do. "You wanted to learn Latin, didn't you davey?" "Yes Sir. I want to get all the things that I didn't get in school. I'll never be as smart as you or Jason, but I want to learn." "Well, we're going to look into getting you some classes. If you still want to learn Latin, I'll be the strict school teacher." He released davey, who hugged him. "Tyler told me you were tough, and strict with him, but he learned." Harris nodded. "I was. And he's just a kid. you're a grown man. I intend to be MUCH more severe." Davey grinned "Can we start now Sir?" ************************************************************************** Gentle readers, some of you have expressed interest in knowing when a new installment has gone in so you can look for it. I'm going to look at creating an email list. If you want on, let me know. Please know that I'm not at all sure how to bcc things, so if you're on the list everyone else on the list will know.