“Good, Ryan. Now, come for me. Blow that load on thewall.”
What he uttered, set my world onfire.
“Yesss, Ssir,” tumbled from his mouth as long ropes of his cream shot onto my showerwall.
Yes,Sir.
I gently stroked him as he softened while his chest heaved, and his stomach muscles contracted. Ryan Hudson was a sight to behold. And he wasmine.
A smile appeared on his face seconds before his laughter filled the shower. Water cascaded down his masculine frame as he shook his head in disbelief at what we had done.My beautifully scarred youngman.
After I drank him in with my eyes, I grabbed a fresh washcloth from the ledge, poured some body wash on it and washed his body. I made sure that I took my time because I wanted him to also learn from this and see that he could feel good in the shower if he just took thetime.
“Alright, Ryan. Rinse off and use one of the towels on the warming rack to dry off,” I instructed and stepped out of theshower.
My boxer briefs were wet, and I needed to get out of them so I could get clothes on. I went to the closet and dropped my wet underwear in the hamper, then walked naked to my dresser and pulled on some dry boxer briefs just as Ryan appeared in the doorway. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. The outline of his cock pressed against the soft towel. I motioned for him to stand in front of the full-length mirror and I stood besidehim.
It was intoxicating to stand this close to Ryan while he smelled like my body wash. I pulled his towel away, leaving him naked in front of the mirror. His cheeks flushed, but he caught himself before he looked down or away. That wasprogress.
“What do you see,Ryan?”
I had hoped I’d hear something like, a good looking guy, a happy guy, a brave guy. Something along those lines was what I had hopedfor.
“A dick.” I stared at him in themirror.
“That’s all that yousee?”
“And droopy balls,” he said. His voice was light and carefree, and I had a hard time being disappointed in the mirror game when his voice sounded so happy. “My balls get droopy and heavy after a shower. See?” Ryan moved his cock out of the way so I could see that he had droopyballs.
“Thank you for the anatomy and physics lesson, Mr.Hudson.”
He was happy and in a light mood. I would leave it at that. I watched as he dressed and then I finished dressing. Before he left, I handed him a small bottle oflubricant.
“What’s this for?” he asked me with eyes as wide as themoon.
“We’re going to try something tonight on the phone.” I could see the wheels turning, and before he mentally fled, I grabbed him. “Relax, Ryan. Trustme.”
His eyes dropped to the bottle. Ryan was quiet for a moment, and then he took a deep breath andnodded.
“I trustyou.”
“Goodboy.”
