The tattoos were still healing, when it was time for Richard and davey to speak at the high school. Richard was wearing a tshirt at night, so that he could still have davey fall asleep on his chest. His head didn't hurt Richard, but those curly hairs, could be aggravating. And NO, he did NOT want davey to cut his hair. "It would be like shearing a lamb," was what he said when davey offered to do it. 'ABSOLUTELY NOT." And while it was a real effort, Richard kept away from davey's neck when they made love. He found new ways. Mike was up to date on the latest "techniques," and when Richard came asking, he was glad to teach "his old man," an expression he had learned from Paul.
Paul was becoming quite the dominant little guy. He was on the wrestling team, and learning all kinds of new moves. So even though Mike was older, and taller, Paul could have him right where he wanted him, in no time. Truth to be told, there were times when his booming laughter, when Paul was tickling him, were a turn on for Richard, and caused davey no end of increased
Davey wasn't complaining either. Someone at school had said to him "well, you're married. I guess that means you're tired of sex." THAT was not a problem.
So the day of the talk, davey drove from school to pick up Richard at the restaurant. They had just ended lunch service, and Richard was washing off his hands, adjusting his hair and necktie, and getting set. "I'm SO looking forward to this davey. You know, the school that treated us both as, well, less than anyone else, has ASKED us back." "I know Sir. It's got to feel bigger for you than me." Richard laughed. "I think after today, you're gonna feel it big. You look positively BEWITCHING davey, and if I have to kill a small child to keep you, I will." Davey had opted for a white buttondown, his tweed jacket, and some tight, worn jeans. "THAT ASS" Richard thought. "He's teasing me." He was right.
They met the principal before hand. She looked harried. "she always looks that way" davey told Richard. Sara was on the phone, clearly arguing with a contractor about the price and sugar content of chocolate milk. " She got off the phone and greeted them both with a hug. "I am SORRY about that. Sometimes it doesn't end here. EVER. She paused, and laughed "I just spent 20 minutes of my life fighting about the price of chocolate milk CHOCOLATE FUCKING MILK" Richard cleared his throat "You don't have an assistant" She laughed. "Richard, if I could get an assistant, we wouldn't be fighting over the price of chocolate milk." He looked at davey, who shook his head. "Do you remember Mikel?" "OF COURSE I DO." "Well, he's Mike now, and he's looking for work. Just something to keep him busy. Can you use him a few hours a day?" She looked at him. "You know, if this is an excuse to keep an eye on davey, it won't work. He's not leaving my office suite, PERIOD. " Richard laughed, and he took davey's hand. "I'm more secure about my husband than I am about anything else in the world." She smiled. "I'm serious. I can handle the chocolate milk sellers. Put that beautiful blond boy in a study hall and he'll quiet down 3/4 of the class by smiling at them. And at the rate you quote: he's hired." Everyone had a laugh at that. "Ok, now, let me just update you. I thought we'd have 30, maybe 50 people at this. There are supposed to be 350. So, you're speaking in the gym, with microphones. Sorry about that, but it's YOUR fault: the wedding got everyone's attention.
Richard looked at davey and held his hand. "I think we can handle that, but we didn't plan on anything. We just wanted to take questions." She smiled . "Trust me guys. No one is gonna be interested in what you have to say. They want their questions answered. I'll be there to referee because some of them will be, well, rough, but..." Davey spoke up. "We can handle it Sara. We're gay, we're not sissies." Sara smiled. "Jason told me that. He told me if you ever want street fighters, call these two. "
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She made the intros, and then davey and Richard realized they had done absolutely NO planning. So they didn't know who was going to start. Davey went up to the mike. "Hey everyone. I'm Coach Davey, and this is my husband..." that's as far as he got before the WHOOP WHOOP WHOOPS " began. When they settled down, he continued "my husband Richard Harris . We're here today, as alumni, to try to answer any questions you may have. We can stay as long as you like, so as long as Principal Shuttz says it's ok, we'll be up here."
"How did you guys meet?" was the first question, and Richard laughed. "Well, it's hard to say. We went to school here 20-24 years ago, but I'm not sure our paths ever crossed while we were here." He squeezed davey's hand. "But I noticed Coach Cannon. VERY early. We met again, at a reunion. I wasn't even going to go, until a friend told me davey was going to be there." He paused, choking up a bit. "so here's some advice to you: take the opportunities you have. If I didn't, I wouldn't have a husband." "Neither would I" added davey, squeezing his hand. "
"Do you have any advice to gay or lesbian kids? How do you succeed." Richard answered. "Yes. Forget that you're gay. Work hard. Do everything 10% , no 15% better than everybody else. Because you CAN. And you will. And then, if anyone ever has to say "but he's gay " or "but she's a lesbian" or "but they're transgendered," you can say "and I'm better than anyone else who isn't."
THEN, the question came up. A loudmouth from the back of the auditorium yelled "DUDES. Which one of you is the girl in bed or are both of you?" The principal tried to intervene, but davey stopped her. "No, principal, I want to answer Otto. " He paused. "I think what you're trying to ask, is, who's passive. That's me." Otto began to howl. "I KNEW IT." Richard was getting angry, and it showed. Davey turned to him and mouthed "I got this."
"What words do you like to use to describe it Otto? Share it with us. Come on. Everyone wants to know." Otto began to redden. Davey went on, calmly "and why are you, or your friends, so FASCINATED with it? Do you want to know how it works? There are movies? Are you curious about how it feels? It hurts sometimes, but most of the time it feels good. And why do I do it? For the same reason you eat ice cream, or that lady over there reads books, or because Richard is the man in bed. Because we all LIKE it. Now, do you have any other questions young man?" "Uh, no Coach." Davey smiled. "By the way, if memory serves, you're on the wrestling team. There's a lot of close contact in wrestling. Why did you join?" There was a pause, and then the audience started standing and clapping for davey, who suddenly realized he was sweating, big time. Richard came over to him, and put his arm around his shoulders. The principal stood.
"It's been a very interesting presentation, and I think we should THANK Coach Davey and Mr. Harris for agreeing to speak with us. I'm sure they'll take any other questions you have. Gentlemen, THANK YOU for a fascinating meeting."
Richard came over and whispered into davey's ear. "LAMB? Handsome, you were an ENRAGED RAM. REMIND ME NEVER TO GET YOU ANGRY." Davey smiled at him. "Don't ever get me angry. Now, when we get home, teach me about ramming."
That's when Richard noticed that Carla, Sam, Jason, Mike and Paul were all sitting together in the audience. They waited, until the audience had dispersed, before they came up. "Davey, you are a VERY brave man." Carla was beaming. "No, Carla, YOU'RE a very brave woman. I'm just an honest man." Mike shook their hands. "Dads, he's crap. I can take care of him," before Paul butted in "YOU can take care of him? Two fingers in your ribs and you're done. We have practice tomorrow. I'LL take care of him. " Richard looked at Paul "I guess we're both each other's hero young man."
They needed two cars to get back to the house that night. Carla had made a dinner she could just warm up, and as they passed around her chicken, the vegetables, and the potato salad, the presentation wasn't even talked about. "How are the tattoos, Richard?" Sam asked. He and Carla had decided to go to first names with their boss, but Jason still called him Sir . "They're fine. Healing nicely. " Davey was very very pensive. "I just got very mad at that kid. I didn't act well. I have to apologize to him tomorrow." Richard smiled. "You apologize to no one davey. You spoke truth. And we have a champion right here," he pointed to Paul. "Guys, Otto is a big problem on the team. He sucks as a wrestler. The only way he wins is if he cheats. " "Hmmm. Good to know," davey added. "I may have to bring this up with Coach Jackson." He turned to Richard and smiled. "Remember. We have to discuss things tonight. You know things I don't."
Richard smiled. "Oh, Mike, the principal wondered if you wanted to spend some time working at the school, you know, supervising study hall, and maybe keeping the kids in order." "PLEASE SAY YES MIKE PLEASE" Paul begged. Mike blushed. "I will, but Paul, I CAN'T supervise a class period where you're there. You know that." Paul pouted. "I know, but knowing you're there, and , well, maybe we can walk home afterward. " Mike smiled. "I'd like that."
"You know, I'd like to say something, now that it's just family," Richard spoke. "I think I have never been more proud of davey today. Prouder than the marathon, prouder than when he defended Carla, and even prouder than when he said 'yes' to my proposal. He looked at davey. "You are the BRAVEST man I have ever met. " "HEAR HEAR" Jason held up a glass, and there was a salute to davey by all. He smiled. "I love you all. But YOU, I love the most." He leaned over and kissed Richard. "But folks, you have to excuse us. Richard still shouldn't be eating dessert, and since I've already given everyone way too much information, I'll add more. I want him to make love to me now, so much, we're gonna excuse ourselves."
"Well, there you go," said Richard.
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In the bedroom, davey looked at Richard "you know, the only way I could be that brave, is because of you. You were brave for so long, and I was hiding." He kissed Richard. "I am SO honored to be your husband, and I want to learn all about ramming right now." RIchard smiled. "You'll have to get me moist first, handsome. Do you need a glass of water? " Davey smiled. "You tell me. My mouth is watering when I think of what's inside those pants. " He got on his knees and opened Richard's zipper. He began servicing his husband's cock, licking it like he was starving. He stopped for a minute. "FUCK ME SIR. PLEASE FUCK YOUR LAMB, YOUR RAM, YOUR ANIMAL. FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL. NOW." He jumped on Richard, locking his legs around his back. "DAVEY. MY GOD. You're out of con.." he didn't get to finish, because davey shoved his tongue in Richard's mouth. "You're a wolf, PROVE IT. Show this lamb who's the boss. " He dragged Richard on top of him on the bed. "COME ON YOU SLOW POKE. RIP OFF THESE FUCKING JEANS." "I will NOT. I like those jeans. Almost as much as I like your ass. Almost as much as I like kissing you. " He smiled. "And almost as much as I like making you moan when you wait." He slowly unbuttoned davey's jeans - the kids had convinced him to wear 501s - and he pulled out davey's cock, which was so engorged and red, it almost looked angry. "OOH. Like a cherry bonnet cone. Let me taste.." Richard flicked his tongue over davey's cock head. 'SIR.. PLEASE THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. OOOOOH." Richard's mouth went down on davey's shaft. "Are you sure you were never a bottom , Sir... FUCK..." As he leisurely sucked davey, he unbuttoned his shirt. "That hair has grown back nicely. Just like a sweet, dark haired lamb. "Who wants to get FUCKED SIR. PLEASE. I almost dragged you to the boy's room at the school. PLEASE. "Oh my. That would have been fun, wouldn't it? But for now..." He began to pull davey's legs up, but then stopped. "No. You want it like an animal? You'll get it like an animal. ROLL OVER " "Yes sir.." Davey did what he was told. "NOW GET ON ALL FOURS YOU FUCKING BITCH" Richard had never used that kind of language, and it was adding to davey's lust and needs. "YES SIR. I'm your bitch. YOUR FUCKING BITCH YOURS. " In that position, he couldn't see when Richard impaled him, and he impaled him HARD. It was what he wanted, what he needed that night. All thoughts of being a father, being a teacher, being a coach, went out of his head. All he knew, was he was Richard's property. His bottom. His FUCKTOI, as Richard pounded him. Richard played with his ears, but davey didn't feel it. All he felt were the nerve endings going off in his ass, as he took more and more of the man he loved, until he got the relief of the jizz, filling him. Richard reached underneath, and teased davey's balls until he shot.
As they lay on the bed, Richard stroked davey's sweaty hair. "What in the name of God got into you tonight love? " Davey smiled. "I wish I knew Sir. I think - I really think - it was that kid setting me off. Yes, I bottom. I'm the girl in bed. And you know what? I FUCKING LOVE IT. Now, get those handcuffs and OWN me tonight. "
Richard had NEVER seen this part of davey come out. He liked it. He thought "Well, when your husband gives an order, you obey." He cuffed davey in front as they got in bed. And he reached around and took his nips. "Every time you move, I'm gonna play with these. And if you move too much, I may FUCK you again, bottom boi. "I hope so Sir. I read that wolves can fuck 3-4 times a day. Can you?"
Good Lord. What HAD that meeting unleashed? Richard smiled. He could handle it.