He stood next to me and stretched his arm across my back and curled his fingers around my shoulder. He reached out and took hold of my cock; fuck I was so hard. My brain could no longer function on its own right now. It was a difficult task to just keep myselfupright.
“You’ve been such a good boy and deserve to come,” hemurmured.
I started to look down and watch, but I couldn’t. I looked straight ahead until I felt it build as the cum on my back started to move down myskin.
“Come for me when you’re ready,Ryan.”
The instruction of, “come for me when you’re ready,” went straight to my dick. I closed my eyes and urgently came on my chest and stomach. His hand stroked me just right. Even though I had just come, Russell hadn’t pulled his hand away right away. He slowly stroked my shaft until my breathing returned to semi-normal and cocksoftened.
I was spent physically and emotionally. I stood there, unsure of what to do and unsure of what had happened. Had everyone seen this? I jumped when I felt his hand on my stomach. Damn; he rubbed my cum into my skin. He put his finger in his mouth to taste myspunk.
Fuck.
He motioned with his head for me to follow him. He waited until we were out in the hallway before hespoke.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,Ryan.”
Cleaning sounded perfect right now because I was starting to loseit.
I nodded and followed him down the hall. I stopped in front of the guest bathroom while he kept walking. Maybe he needed to go get something. I waited by the bathroom door and watched him walk to his bedroom. When he turned his bedroom light on, he turned and frowned at me. I looked down and away. Had I done something? Was I dripping on hisfloor?
“Ryan, comehere.”
I made my way down the hall and stood in front ofhim.
“Come on,” he said and walked further into hisbedroom.
His bedroom was a place that only he went. He had told me a long time ago that this was his place of peace. Play partners didn’t cross the threshold of hisroom.
How was I standing barefoot on the hardwood floors of hisbedroom?
Wait, he said I was his and more than a playpartner.
“Ryan,” Russell called for me from thebathroom.
I stood in the doorway of his bathroom as he wrung out a washcloth. My body jerked as he squeezed out the excess water. My dad would do that before he’d whip me with it. I stayed still and watched him fold the washcloth and set it on top of a dry one. When he spoke, I looked up athim.
“I wanted you to have some privacy to clean up. I’ll wait for you in thebedroom.”
He patted my chest as he moved by me. I stepped into his massive bathroom, closed the door, and looked around. This wasn’t the size of a regular bathroom. His bathroom was the size of one of my spare bedrooms, or bigger. There was a large spa tub and a walk-in shower that could easily fit three adults. I sat down on the tiled edge of his spa tub and looked around until I realized that I had stopped looking at anything and was just staring atair.
My mind was mulling over what he had said earlier. I meant more to him than a play partner or apprentice. I was his. I stood up and walked out of his bathroom and found him sitting on hisbed.
He frowned at me, causing me to look away again. What had I done that kept making him frown at me? Russell walked around me before he said anything. His fingertips touched his dried cum on my back, then butt. He dragged his fingertips around to my stomach and touched my driedcum.
“Ryan, you didn’t cleanup.”
Damn! I was such anidiot!
I smiled and shook my head at my own stupidity and headed back to the bathroom. Just as I was about to close the door, he walked in behindme.
“Put your hands on the counter and lean over,” hedirected.
I complied and soon felt the damp washcloth as it moved in a wiping motion over my back. He pressed a dry towel over the places he had wiped and then had me turn around so he could wipe off my chest and stomach. Mentally, I hadn’t been in the room when he cleaned up my cock. So many questions raced through my mind, and each time that I tried to focus on one of them, another rushedin.
When we were back in his bedroom, I started to feel dizzy as I looked around. I was seeing the very private side of Russell. I tried to take everything in, and all that had happened. Still, this was such a wild thing to just be standing in his bedroom. But there I stood, naked as could be. Naked and full of questions that I didn’t know how toask.
“Ryan,” he said my name, “You made me so proud. So brave to take thestrap.”
