I slowly removed my finger and then helped Ryan off the bench. I kissed him, and when I took a step back, it was no surprise to me that Ryan’s face was beet red and his cock head was almost purple. He looked painfullyhard.
A million things were running through Ryan’s mind, and I knew that he had been pushed and I needed to be mindful of hisneed—
“May I use the bathroom,please?”
I had expected this, and my heart broke for him. I had been fully aware of his need to feel clean due to the repulsive things that had been done to him. He hadn’t been cleaned when younger or permitted to clean. Instead, he was left alone to sit and sulk init.
Ryan reached for his hard cock and gave it one short stroke. I could see he was fighting with himself over what was more urgent: the need to come, or the need to clean. Whatever decision he’d make, I’d support. His hand started toward his cock again, but then he retracted it and reached for hisstomach.
“Ryan, I’m not preventing you from going to the bathroom.” I had to make sure he understood that it was his decision to remain where he wasat.
“I know,” Ryan’s voice had been laced with ache, and the sound of it made my own heartache.
“What do you need,Ryan?”
He stood there for a few moments with his eyes focused on mychest.
“To come,but…”
His voice trailed off, and I knew he felt like he didn’t have the answer.Come on,Ryan.
“Ryan,” I called his name because the longer he waited to make his decision, the easier it would be for his parents to step into hismind.
“Shower.” He looked at the playroom door in shame. “I mean bathroom. Ineed—”
I stepped closer and tilted his chinup.
“Whatever your need is, Ryan, it’sokay.”
“Clean,” he mumbled. “Please,Russell.”
“Of course, myboy.”
I kissed his forehead and headed to my room. I almost made it all the way to my bedroom before I realized that he wasn’t behind me. He stood by the door to the guest bathroom. His hands were covering his cock and balls, and his head was tilted downward.No,Ryan.
“Ryan,” He looked up, “In here. This is where youbelong.”
“Um.” He shook head and looked into the guest bathroom. “Russell.”
I walked back to Ryan and asked him to tell me what heneeded.
“Shower, please. I’m sorry. It’s all wet feeling back there,” heblurted.
“Then you shall take a shower.” He quickly nodded and began to walk into the guest bathroom until I took hold of his bicep. “In my bathroom, not the guest bathroom. You are mine, Ryan. My boy doesn’t use a guest bathroom as others do. My bathroom is where youbelong.”
I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and guided him to my bathroom. With each step he took, the stiffer he walked. I knew it was because the motion of walking made the lube move around and spread more, which was messing with hishead.
“Stand here,” I said calmly and pointed to the rug in front of my sinkvanity.
I turned the shower on and then the towel warming rack. By the time I had finished those two quick items and turned around, Ryan had a hand on his stomach and the other on the back of his neck. His cock was still semi-hard as he stood there with his eyes gazing into myshower.
“Come here, Ryan,” Iinstructed.
Instruction games, and games that make one think, turn me on. Ryan was so receptive to me, which made something like that enticing. I had already been hard as rock in the playroom; flogging him, rubbing on him, touching that hot hole of his. It wasn’t just those physical things that did it to me, but seeing his reaction to all of those things did it…hissmile.
Ryan quickly crossed the expanse of the bathroom to me. He hadn’t walked around me and into the shower, but he walked to me and stood in front of me. His eyes moved quickly between my eyes and chest at first, but then he slowed down. This move went straight to mycock.
“Good boy, Ryan. In the shower you go. You may use any of the products on theledge.”
