“May I help you?” Russell offered as soon as I cupped my hand over the cum on mystomach.
I nodded and stood with the aid of his hand wrapped around my bicep. I stopped at the table where my clothes were. I was out of free hands. I had one hand trying to keep the cum contained on my stomach and my other hand held my cock against my body. Russell gathered my clothes for me and led me to the guestbathroom.
Russell took a washcloth from a clean stack and soaked it under the water. I stood awkwardly and watched as he poured some gel from a small bottle that was out of his guest basket on the counter. He worked it into a lather and then told me to move myhands.
Move my hands? I let go of my dick and looked down at my stomach to make sure when I moved my hand that cum wasn’t going to pull away with it. He brought the washcloth toward my chest and put his hand on my sore upper back. I couldn’t believe how sore I wasalready.
“We’ll take care of that next,” helaughed.
I felt thoroughly embarrassed that he was wiping down my sweaty chest and cleaning cum off my stomach. My face felt like it was on fire and the lower the washcloth went, the warmer Ifelt.
Fuck!I closed my eyes and turned my head when he let the washcloth rest against my stomach. I gripped the counter. It was so intense, but fuck, it felt so good. He said that eventually he’d make my ache goaway.
“Russell,” Istarted.
I could feel his thumb stroking my skin through the washcloth. It felt like the other few times he’s touched my stomach;amazing.
“How does it feel,Ryan?”
“Good, Russell.” I swallowed hard. “It feelsgood.”
“Goodboy.”
I wonder if he was going to—yep. After he cleaned me and removed the cum, he took a dry washcloth and patted everywhere the damp washcloth hadbeen.
“Turn around,” he said. I hesitated for a moment. Russell reached for a small bottle of aloe and motioned with his index finger for me to turn. “The aloe lotion will help your upperback.”
I turned so he could rub the aloe on my skin. The force of his hands jarred my body forward here and there. When he finished, he washed and dried his hands and told me to get dressed and then come outside to the patio. He left the bathroom door open when he walked out. After I washed my hands, I got dressed and thought about how this dude just cleaned up cum off my body as if it were nothing asall.
I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on Russell’s patio. We ate and I told him everything about my trip to L.A. Russell was truly what I had always envisioned a friend would be like. Someone who knew everything about me and could read my moods without having toask.
