I handed Ryan his clean pair of underwear and pointed to thebumper.
“Put those on and sit there for a minute.” When he sat down, I examined his knees for any abrasions that he may have picked up while he sucked my cock. He had a few scrapes, but nothing looked like it warranted a bandage. From the plastic gallon jug, I poured some water on a towel, then dabbed it on hisknees.
“It’s okay,Russell.”
I raised an eyebrow at him as he attempted to tell me that he didn’t needanything.
“Yes, it is okay, Ryan. Just a fewscrapes.”
“No, I meant that you don’t have to clean myknees.”
I set the water down, braced my hands on the bumper on either side of him and looked him in theeye.
“Taking care of you, isn’t up for negotiations.Period.”
I kissed his flushed cheek and handed him a granola bar and then climbed into the back of the SUV on the blanket and leaned against the back of the rear row seats. I slapped the big empty space next to me. “Come sit with me, myboy.”
Ryan climbed in and laid flat on his back. I bunched up the top of the blanket behind his head for somesupport.
“How are your legs feeling?” Iasked.
“Tired, damn. Fuck though, that was hot!” Ryan admitted and then rolled to his side and facedme.
“I’m pleased to hear that you enjoyed yourself and found ithot.”
I placed my hand on his head and gave his hair a playful tug, then let my hand settle on his upper back. As I re-hydrated and ate a granola bar, I rubbed on his upperback.
“Didn’t you think it was hotter than fuck, Russell? I mean, no one has ever chained me to the roof rack of their Mercedes and fucked me likethat.”
“I would have been disappointed if someone else had. I was proud of myself for coming up with something likethat.”
“But, you liked everything, right?” he carefullyasked.
I knew that was his way to check with me on hisperformance.
“Ryan, I loved everything. Especially your mouth.” I brushed my thumb over his lips again. I reached into the white bakery bag and produced an oatmeal raisincookie.
“Fuck yeah!” he hollered as he bolted up and snatched the cookie. “Thank you!” When he settled back down, he leaned his head against the side of my thigh. My boy was physically exhausted, emotionally happy, and mentallycontent.
“You’re welcome,Ryan.”
As he ate his cookie, I pulled the side of the blanket over him and lightly stroked his back. Soon he had fallen asleep with his head peacefully resting on my lap. While he relaxed, I thought about the sound of Ryan’s moans of pleasure and the polished links of chains singing withhim.
