Seeing his man all in leather had woken up something in davey. He accepted that he was the bottom, and that he enjoyed that role, and being submissive to Richard. But they had never "played" in leather, or with the level of domination Richard showed that day. He had never enjoyed being with his husband more.
Now, Richard had come to the whole situation very worried. Yes, he HAD dabbled in leather when he was younger: before his hair had begun to thin, and before "just a few extra pounds" became 5 extra pounds, and then 10 extra pounds, and they took up permanent residence. He had no idea if he could still "play the role" of a leatherman top, or if his sweet husband, who was still very new to "this gay stuff" as he sometimes put it, would take to it.
He had no idea about davey's fantasies. He'd have to explore them more. Who knew that davey found that little belly of his so hot, or that he wanted more bondage, and more ordering around? Richard laughed It took the kids to find it out and to bring it forth. He had to listen to them more.
Davey's meet was a week away. He was trying to keep his anxiety about it under control, but truth to be told, he wasn't. He fidgeted, he couldn't sit still, and he couldn't sleep. Tuesday, he moved to the sofa so that he wouldn't disturb Richard at night. He woke up on the sofa bed, with Richard laying next to him, arm around him. "In for a nickle, in for a dollar, davey . We're in this together. Tell me what I can do." "Come to the meet Sir. Cheer. Scream. Tell me that if we don't win the meet, I'm still a good person"
Richard pulled davey closer "you know, sweetheart, when I opened Sasha's , people told me about the failure rate of new restaurants. It was somewhere over 80%, and I think the number has gone up. When we cut the ribbon to open it that first night, I had spent a week thinking "this is a dumb idea. I'm stupid. This is gonna fail and prove that I'm worthless." He kissed davey. "Sometimes, you know, someone's looking down on us, even more than Carla's looking after us, and we get what we deserve."
"She said that Sir. She said that 'no one gets more or less than they deserve' when we were talking about her magic." Richard smiled. "Don't ever call it magic to her. Call it her craft. Now, get in my arms, and sleep some more. You can get another hour before you leave." As he pulled davey in, he whispered. "You're gonna need a shave real soon. Just saying." Davey smiled . He had read an article about how anxiety impacted sexual performance, and that was one of the reasons he had left the bed. Now, here was his husband getting him hard, just by talking to him. He pushed back into Richard. "I JUST might be in the mood this afternoon. I hope you'll be ready."
"Davey, I'm ALWAYS ready with you, you sexy cutie." He reached down and held davey's growing cock in his hand. "Now get some more sleep love. You have a busy rest of the week."
There were many factors that played into Davey's anxiety . For him, it wasn't "just another meet," as he had heard one coach call it. Coach Jackson had gone out on a limb to hire him: other than being a former high school champion, he really had no credentials when he came to the job. His "credentials" now, was a 3 fold increase in students trying out for the track team. For the first time in years, they did not have to take everyone who applied. And the kids loved him. He had been voted "teacher of the week" way more than once, and way more than any rookie teacher had. If they invited him to their birthday parties, he went, always with a gift (he would check with Paul and Mike before picking one). He remembered tragedies, and birthdays. And putting the personal aside, he did something the last three coaches just did not do: he ran with them. If there was a practice, davey was out there, in the middle of the pack. "It's the only way you're gonna see good form, guys. Watch what I do, I'll be watching what you do. Let's get better together!" That last saying had become a catch phrase at the high school. There were banners, and posters, in many classrooms "LET'S GET BETTER TOGETHER" someone had even written next to them. "From Quotations of Chairman D." Aside from running with them, he learned. Davey was a middle distance runner. He wasn't a sprinter. But he learned about explosive starts. He learned how to avoid false starts, and while he could NOT keep up with the sprinters , he always ran with them at the start, and then he would join the 400 and 800 runners. Most times, he'd beat them. Sometimes, when he didn't beat them, it was because he knew someone was having a bad day, and "kicking the coach's ass" would do him good. Little by little, davey was becoming more than a coach: he was becoming a mentor. He just didn't know it.
Running made him horny, and when you added the result of the practice to Harris teasing him in the morning, he was ready. OH, was he ready. "A good cock in my ass will do me good," he thought. He tried to get home before Harris, to try to change into something he thought his husband would find sexy, but as he walked into their bedroom, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder "A good cock in your ass will do you good, handsome," he heard Harris' deep baritone, just before he felt his hands pulled behind his back, and tied. "And a good cock in your mouth AND ass will do you even better. Knees, BOTTOM"
"Yes sir," davey answered, getting into position. Harris already had his pants opened. He slid his cock into davey's mouth. "I just want this wet enough, to get you nice and lubed when I go in. GOT IT SLAVE BOI."
"MPHPH" davey nodded, his eyes big. He didn't know if Harris had some fantasy in mind, or some theme, but it didn't matter. The taste of his husband's cock, was driving him crazy.
"GET MY BALLS LICKED, BOI. LICK EM GOOD. I haven't had a good ball wash in weeks." davey did what he was ordered, getting his tongue up and into Harris' balls, getting them nice and slick. Harris pulled away, and got behind davey, pulling him up to his feet, before he lay him face down. Davey was thinking that he liked being fucked on his back better, so he could see Harris, but hey, cock is cock. When Harris didn't pull down his coaching shorts, he began to wonder what was happening. He felt the ropes going over his ankles, to restrain his legs. Then he felt Harris' finger, running a horizontal line along the back of davey's knees.
"NO. NO. STOP. STOP. PLEASE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE SIR. PLEASE. FUCK ME, FUCK MY FACE. DO ANYTHING ELSE. JUST NOT... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. "
"If you could see how hard my cock is right now, davey boi. You'll feel it soon enough. " He felt Harris hook his finger through his shorts, and pull them down. "Ok, here it comes. " But it didn't. Instead, he felt a hand smack his left butt cheek. Then his right. Harris had never spanked him before. He liked how it felt.
'FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK SIR. Why didn't you ever do this. FUCCCCCCCCCCCCK."
"I guess we'll keep corporal punishment where it belongs. IN THE BEDROOM." He gave davey another whack, and that one got a drop of pre cum out of him."
"Sir. excuse me for speaking, but.. if you keep this up, I'm gonna cum."
"THE HELL YOU ARE, BOTTOM." There was enough slack in the ropes for Harris to roll davey over. Now he WAS on his back and he could see the sweat on Harris' face, and the lust in his eyes.
"FUCK ME SIR. PLEASE. FUCK ME THE WAY I NEED IT. PLEASE. PLEASE. " Harris didn't smile. He was clearly in character. "I can't even say you deserve it, because you don't. But I DO." He covered and slid into davey. "OH SHIT. OH SHIT SIR YES. THE STING AND THE BURN FROM THE SPANKING. OH... SHIT... Davey's cock was growing, little by little. Harris had been stripping while davey was on his back, athnd davey saw his thick cock - it might be thicker than he had ever seen it.
"It is gonna be SO HOT shaving you and locking you up on Sunday. For now.... " and davey felt the pierce of that thick cock going in, without mercy, impaling him. He tried not to scream, but it was so much, so fast. He adapted, and began to pant. "I'm your bitch boi Sir. I'm yours. Do what you want. I have no say. JUST FUCK ME HARD."
Harris did just that. He was inspired and when he came, he came BIG. Davey had recently been introduced to the emoji of a whale blowing through its air hole, and that's what he thought as Harris came in him.
"Finish me Sir. PLEASE. Finish me... Davey was whining, and Harris smiled. He squeezed davey's balls, harder than he ever had. It stunned davey, because his cock got harder. Then Harris began stroking, talking about how "things are gonna be different now, boy. More boi and less davey. More bottom and less equality... " All the words were just driving davey nuts. He wanted just one more thing. He didn't want to ask, so he moved his head to the side.
"Heh heh. Non verbal communication. I love it." When Harris moved his 5 o'clock shadow to davey's neck, that was it. Maybe it wasn't a whale blowing water through a blow hole, but it was a BIG. REALLY big. Davey forced himself up and hugged Harris. He began to cry.
"THANK YOU SIR. THANK YOU. I KNOW I KNOW YOU HATE VIOLENCE. I KNOW, I KNOW, BUT... OH SHIT. THAT WAS SO HOT. I WANT MORE. I WANT IT SIR. I WANT YOU ALL THE TIME. JUST LIKE THAT. ONLY ROUGHER. PLEASE SIR. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE."
Harris hugged his partner. The tension seemed to be out of him for now.
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Day of the meet, davey left early, so that he could get everyone ready. Sam offered to drive him, so he could focus on the races, and davey took him up on it. "You and Carla have been SO good to me Sam. ALWAYS."
Sam smiled. "Just bring home a medal in the 200 Davey. That's my nephew running for you." "JULES IS YOUR NEPHEW? He never said anything." "He didn't want special treatment. I told him he didn't have to worry but, as you've undoubtedly learned, he's headstrong." Davey couldn't smother a laugh. "It's true. But he's got a shot. "
The rest of the crew- Carla, Richard, Mike, Paul, all showed up later. It was funny to the outside viewer: there was the fan club for the school, and then the little group of fans for Davey. The meet WAS pretty packed. Given that there was a new coach, who was getting a lot of attention for a lot of things, and the chance of several records falling, interest was higher than usual.
The county was not all that large, so the races were set up , essentially, with the shortest distances first, and finishing up, at the end of the day with the mile run. The number of heats went down as the distances went up, and the 100 seemed to take, well, forever. Mike found himself getting bored, as did Paul. Richard wasn't that thrilled either, but when davey bent over, hands on knees, he perked up..
When they got to the finals of the 100, two of davey's kids had gotten into the round of 8. Off they went. WAS THAT HIS KID IN THE LEAD? YES!!!!! That surprised davey, as he grabbed his student. "Mark, AMAZING. DAMN IT. WHAT DID YOU DO TO GET THAT FAST? " Mark smiled. "Lucky charms coach. I heard it was your favorite cereal." Yes, nothing was a secret in this town.
200 next. Jules was the school's only runner to make it to the finals. "Does he have a chance davey?" He heard Sam behind him. "I've got my fingers crossed. Finishing fourth sucks, and there are three really good runners in that field. " Off they went. Jules got a bad start, and he was struggling. Then something kicked in. First was out of the question but davey was screaming LEAN FORWARD. GET THE TAPE GET THE BLOODY TAPE. " When all was said and done, Paul had finished third. He came over in tears. "Coach, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I let you down." Davey grabbed him before Sam could. "LET ME DOWN. YOU GOT A FUCKING MEDAL JULES. And you got time to improve. Your just a sophomore. Two more years, and you're gonna MOW DOWN THIS FIELD. Now go hang out with your uncle. No, wait. One more thing. " He hugged Jules and looked at him. "You have more heart than most soldiers Jules. Don't ever forget it."
As they got down to the three, final races, davey's school had done well. The medal in the 100 was a shock, and they were one medal ahead of what they had expected. In the 800, davey's old race, one of his favorite students, Angelo, took off, and just ran away. No one could come near him. He one by about 50 yards. Davey was not pleased.
"WHAT THE HELL DID I TEACH YOU ABOUT RACE PACE ANGELO? " Angelo was heaving and couldn't answer. He couldn't get liquid in. Davey grabbed his shoulders. "LOOK. A medal is great. Getting sick for it isn't. Do that again and you'll be running sprints for the next two years. I'll make sure of that."
Then, the D5 team: the 400 meter relay, and you could hear the crowd quiet down. Davey's squad was the favorite, but there were a couple of teams that could surprise them. Davey had set it up so that his slowest runner went first. He had his fingers crossed. "Just let him stay close. Just let him stay close." He had gambled with putting his best runners in 2nd and 3rd positions. His gamble was that they would take it out so fast, and seal the deal. If his kick runner could hold on, there was a medal. If the guys in the middle did their job, it could be a record.
Off they went. "Good form dave 1. good form. HOLD ONTO IT HOLD ONTO IT." His first runner was in a solid 5th at the end of the first leg, and he was within 10 meters of the leader. Davey was crossing his fingers, as dave 2 took off. GEEZ YOURE A ROCKET MAN. GO . GO. GO. The kid had taken off like a lion was chasing him. He ate up that 10 meters, and at the end of his leg, he was in front by 15. And the time? Two seconds AHEAD of the record pace.
Davey 3 (he preferred davey to dave), took off, and he motored. Halfway through his leg, it was clear: the finishing guy was gonna have to break an ankle for them to lose. Davey 3 handed off, a good 40 meters ahead of second, and 4 seconds ahead of the record.
Now, the crowd was behind dave 4. He was a big kid. Handsome, blond curly hair Green eyes. Not the best runner, but he earned the spot.
The guys behind him were catching up, but it was too late. He won by 25 meters, and the time 2.6 seconds FASTER than the record The mile race ended the meet and while everyone has a sentimental spot in their heart for a mile run, it was anticlimactic. Davey was making mental notes: "are any of the 800 guys ready? Got to do better next year."
The neon sign flashed 'NEW DISTRICT RECORD. NEW DISTRICT RECORD." As the team celebrated on the track, davey stayed back: this was theirs, not his. When they were ready, they'd include him. And they did. The four of them formed a human chair, got Coach davey up on their shoulders, and ran another lap around the track. It took davey completely by surprise. He smiled so hard his face hurt. Then he smiled even bigger, when he heard that the school had won the meet in a runaway.
In the "good seats" as Paul called them, he was jumping up and down. "DAD. Do you know what just happened? This is the FIRST TIME, in how long, that the school won this meet. Davey Dad is a STAR. LOOK AT THAT. Forming the chair is standard, but to RUN around the field with him on their shoulders? Carla and Mike were both yelling WOOP WOOPS as he went around. Richard? He was just overwhelmed, near tears. His husband: less than a year ago, he had no future. He was a star. HE was the star of the meet. And he was HIS husband.
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Richard had shut down Sasha's "for a private party" for after the meet, and everyone who was part of the track team was invited. He put out a huge pasta buffet for all those jocks who needed to get refilled, and there was an open bar for the adults, sweets, music, everything you could think of. Davey changed before he got there: pink oxford, pale blue jeans "He's mine" thought Richard. "He's all mine. This is his celebration, but he's mine when it's done.
He had to wait. The party went on, and on, and on. Davey couldn't really spend much time with Richard, because the students, the parents, the other coaches, all wanted to talk, and Richard had his hands full with making sure everyone's plate was full, and everyone had a drink. He was smiling. Paul turned to Mike "He loves this. He LOVES being a host. I know he's talking about a new , smaller restaurant, but has he ever thought about, oh, theme parties or something like that?" Mike turned around and hugged Paul. "THAT may be the smartest thing anyone in this family has said for weeks. THEME PARTIES. Infrequent, he gets to host, he can recover between them , maybe Carla can come in... and the best part is.. we get to test out the dishes at home before the parties."
"I didn't think about that Mike, but I like it . " He paused. "And speaking of tasting, where's my kiss? I haven't gotten a kiss from you all day."
"HERE? In front of all these people?" Paul gave him a frown "UH, you danced with me in front of how many people? How many people have asked if Dad is REALLY your Dad or your Daddy. KISS ME RIGHT NOW BLONDIE." It was a deep, long kiss, and it got some attention.
And in the crowd of athletes, there were one or two who were thinking
"You know, davey's not ashamed to be gay, neither is his husband, neither is their son, or their adopted son. I have to think about this."
Too late to do anything other than to sleep when they got home, and davey too exhausted period, they all headed to bed. But before they got to bed, davey grabbed Richard and hugged him for a long, long time. "You know, Richie. I never had anyone to rely on. To hold me up. To make sure that I could do what I needed to do. I chickened out. I didn't do it. Thank you for being my rock. " He didn't kiss Richard, but he just held on to him.
His using "Richie" didn't escape his husband, who didn't mind. He realized davey was yanking back all the insecurity of his teenage years, when he had no one, even though it seemed he was one of the most popular kids in school." Richard smiled, returned the hug. "If I'm your rock, davey, be my barnacle tonight. Sleep on my chest. Sleep on the heart of the wolf. I promise: the wolf is too full, and too tired, to bite you tonight." He grinned. "No promises for tomorrow."
In the boys' room, they were plotting and scheming. It was their turn to pick something to do for the four of them on Sunday. There were ideas, but nothing fixed. They'd decide in the morning.
And upstairs, Clara lit a gold candle on her altar, and thanked her protecting spirits that no one had gotten hurt. She said a prayer for continued healing, because she could almost hear the damaged spirits being repaired. Much still had to be done, but they were getting there.