“Come,Ryan!”
His eyes opened briefly, only to flutter closed again. Ryan’s grunts and groans filled my play room while he pumped his hungry cock urgently. He shot loads of his cream onto his abdomen andchest.
“Fuck,” he said under hisbreath.
Ryan stood there with cum running down the groove and into the valleys that his abs outlined. With each breath he took towards coming down, guilt and shame started to creep in. Not only was he physically exposed, but emotionally as well. I chose this moment to calm hisworries.
With slow steps, I stood inches from him. I put my hand on the back of his neck and looked in hiseyes.
“I’m so proud of you. I will not cast you aside. I promise that I will proudly go with you on whatever journey you want.” His eyes softened; he was listening and felt safe. “I can’t make up for your parents or brother, but I go to bed each night thinking of ways to make itbetter.”
Without moving my eyes from his, I reached out with my free hand and flattened it against hisstomach.
“I will make this ache in your stomach lessen, and in time,disappear.”
Ryan held onto everyword.
“You just need to trustme.”
He quicklynodded.
“Good boy,Ryan.”
I rubbed my hand over his stomach, spreading his cumaround.
“May—may I use your bathroom?” he asked and looked down at his cum streaked chest andstomach.
Tackle this now. Don’t let him run andhide.
“You’re not dirty,Ryan.”
“But, it’s all over your hands.” He was lost. “Don’t you want to wash thatoff?”
“No. I’m in no hurry to wash. Your cum,” I patted his stomach. “Your cum is a product of feeling good. It’s not something to feel guilt over. I know what they told you, Ryan. I know what they beat into you, but you’re not bad or dirty, and your cum is notrepulsive.”
His eyes had glassed over with a sheen of tears, as if this were the very first time that he had heardthis.
“YOU are not dirty or repulsive, Ryan. Do you understandme?”
He closed his mouth, swallowed hard, and thennodded.
“Goodboy.”
A tear escaped his eye and he quickly lowered his head to swipe at his cheek with the back of his hand. I moved my hand from the back of his head to his shoulder and jostledhim.
“Chin up, Ryan.” He looked up at me. “Noshame.”
He nodded and I saw a faint smile appear on his face. I had pushed him enough in regards to the amount of time that I had somewhat forced him into standing here with his fluids strewn across his chest and stomach. I had to give him some reprieve. It won’t happen overnight, but with moderation and some give and take, he’ll begin to feel okay with it on hisbody.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll grab something toeat.”
He followed me as we went to the guest bathroom that was right next to the play room. In just that short five to seven second walk, I worried that I had lost him. I went into the bathroom and pulled a fresh hand towel from the rack. When I turned around, Ryan stood in the doorway to the bathroom and looked down at the dried cum that he had decorated himself with, and that I had spread around. There were still some spots that glistened from his body where the heavily saturated cum had landed. He had covered his cock and balls with one hand, and I saw his struggle with wanting to put his free hand on his nervous stomach to settle thatache.
“Ryan,” I called his name. He looked up at me, waiting forinstructions.
I was going to simply leave the towels on the counter for him and remind him to use them, but I was worried about him. The urge to clean him up myself was so strong, but I knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea right now. I glanced back at the guest shower; the basket was stocked with sufficientsupplies.
“Ryan, would you like to take ashower?”
