I saw a faint smile as he walked into the oversized shower. I had glass on the side that was closest to the rest of the bathroom and opposite the glass was a slate rock wall. Ryan stood under the rain from the ceiling and stared at the ledge with my shower products. My boy literally looked lost in there and as if he had never seen showerproducts.
I had planned on watching him through the glass, but when I saw how stuck he was, I knew that he needed my help. I stood on the landing by the towel warming rack on the step out section of the shower. It was dry there, and it put me that much closer to Ryan. I knew his mind was swimming and I didn’t want those people he called “parents” in hishead.
“Get the clear bottle with the gray liquid.” I paused as he found the bottle I referred him to. “That’s body wash,Ryan.”
Ryan nodded and poured some on his hand but then immediately closed the lid and returned it to the proper place before he tended to himself.Always others before himself.He stared at the rock wall as he tried to work the gel into a lather on his chest. He had a semi-decent lather worked up, and it was hard for me not to stare as the suds slid down his hard body. I felt the pull in my groin when his hand lightly grazed his sudsy cock, and then he took hold of it, sliding his hand from the base to the tip. A glop of suds fell from his head as his hand completed the single stroke. His cock flopped back over his sack and lolled to the left. He was starting to get hard again.Fuckingexquisite.
His sudsy hand made a move twice towards his ass. This was his urgent area that needed attention, but he couldn’t quite take care of it. I knew that it was most likely because I was right there. I could either leave to give him the privacy to clean the lube from his ass crack, or I could do it for him. The answer was simple tome.
I shed my clothes but left my boxer briefs on and flashed him a quick smile as I stepped into the shower. His face was pale and expressionless.No, Ryan, you’re not slipping away from me into theirhands.
“Lean on the rock wall…forearms against the wall…good boy…part your feet a little more…more, Ryan…good boy. Stay likethat.”
I reached for the bottle of body wash and picked up a fresh washcloth from the ledge. I used a generous amount of gel on the washcloth and held it under the water that fell from the ceiling. Ryan’s body was positioned so the water hit his body and cascaded down his back and then spilled into differentdirections.
His eyes were glued to me and what I was doing. I took my time because the last thing Ryan needed right now was me making hasty movements in the shower with him. I moved to the left of him and put the sudsy cloth on the small of his back. I knew better than to immediately slip the rag between his cheeks. I rubbed the cloth around on his back and encouraged him torelax.
I couldn’t keep myself from smiling when I peeked at his cock and saw it bobbing around. Ryan was very much a sexual being. He just had never been touched the right way before. I was thoroughly going to enjoy making his bodysing.
As the washcloth began to go lower, I placed my other hand on his stomach. It would be his voice because I had been pretty sure that I wouldn’t hear his actual voice. He turned his head so that his cheek pressed against his bicep so he could watch me. His stomach tensed and flexed and I slid the soapy cloth between his cheeks. It almost felt as though his stomach would eventually swallow my hand as much clenching as itdid.
“Relax, Ryan. I’m only cleaning. Breathe, Ryan.Relax.”
His eyes locked onto mine. He was completely vulnerable and in my hands. He felt comfort and security in my eyes, and I wouldn’t fail him. As I cleaned him, ridding him of any traces of the lubricant, his eyes relaxed. They had gone from being on high alert to enjoyment.Push him, but cautiously.I rubbed his belly and smiled at him. Though I couldn’t see his mouth, I could tell by his eyes that there was a smile bashfully hidden against hisarm.
“Does ithurt?”
He shook his head. I would accept the non-verbal communication. He was paying attention and with me, which also meant that his parents weren’t. I was gentle with my hand movement and the washcloth, and when I was certain that he was clean, I pressed my middle finger against his hole through the washcloth. I kept my eyes on his, and my heart leaped for joy as they closed slightly. His hooded eyes remained on mine as I moved my finger in a circularpattern.
“Does it hurt,Ryan?”
He quickly shook hishead.
“Good boy,Ryan.”
I was proud of him for trusting me to explore some and give him a little taste today. And a taste was all that he needed right then. I carefully retracted my hand and the cloth and tossed it to the bench on the far end of the shower. I gave one of his soapy ass cheeks a playful slap, and could tell from his facial expression that he enjoyed the washclothmassage.
“There, the lubricant is all gone now,” I said and patted his abdomen. I worded it that way rather than stating that he was all clean now. That would have triggered his mind to think that any fluid in the crack of his ass made him “dirty.”
When I looked down, I noticed that his cock was fully erect. I had taken his cock in my hand before, and right now, I was aching to do that again for him. But I needed to hearhim.
“I’m very proud of you for today, Ryan.” His smile was big, and he pulled his head away from the inside of his arm. “Do you need to come,Ryan?”
His face turned a pink shade and he looked down at his cock.Yes! He looked down at his hard-on without me having to tell him. Progress!He brought his head back up, looked at me andnodded.
“I think so.” He looked back down at his cock. Suds stillremained.
He hadn’t moved his arms from the shower wall.Good boy.I moved my hand from his abdomen and gripped his shaft and made long, firm strokes. Ryan wasn’t one who would get off on gentle cock play. He literally needed a firmhand.
“Mmm,” Ryan moanedquietly.
Lord helpme.
With my free hand, I gripped his hair and tilted his head back. The water from the shower head mostly hit my arm, but I tried to keep the direct spray off his head. The shape and movement of his throat was so erotic to me. Faint moans blended with the sounds of the water hitting the floor. His cock felt heavy in my hand as I workedhim.
“Good boy, Ryan. Let me hearyou.”
I stroked him with firmer strokes now and at a quicker pace. More moans desperately escaped. His hands were balled up fists against the rock wall. He was ready. This would have been an ideal time to insert a finger and touch his prostate…but he wasn’t ready for that yet. Soon,though.
