His low laugh and calm tone were addictive. I think my breathing was a dead giveaway to him as to what Ineeded.
“Tell me,Ryan?”
I continued to stroke while my leg and stomach muscles tensed. I needed to come, but could I say that tohim?
“Ryan,” Russell prompted, still with a calm and eventone.
“To come,” I breathed out as I tried to hold offcoming.
“Then come,” Russellinsisted.
I pressed my head further into the pillow while trying not to lose the phone. I knew Russell could hear my moans and groans, but I didn’t care. Let him listen. After all, it was his faulttechnically.
“That’s my boy. Come, Ryan. Keep feeling around with thatfinger.”
The sensation was too much; way too much. I yanked my finger away from my hole and shot my load all over my stomach andchest.
“Fuck,” Ihissed.
“Intense, wouldn’t yousay?”
“Yeah,” I panted while stillspurting.
The moment my orgasm subsided, I felt hideous and angry. I sat up and held the phone to my ear as the cum ran down my chest and stomach. The hand that had the finger on it that touched my ass repulsedme.
“Ryan—”
“Russell, I need to go,” Istammered.
“No, you don’t. Ryan, do not hang the phoneup.”
I pulled it away from my ear and grimaced as I looked down again. Cum was everywhere. Every the fuck where. There was a glop covering my belly button and sliding down to my pubes. I grabbed the bottle of lube and threw it across the room and out into the hallway. I put the phone to my ear when I hear Russell’s firmvoice.
“Ryan!”
“Sorry, I just really need to go. I’m…dirty. I mean, the stuff iseverywhere—”
“Ryan, relax. Take a deep breath, now let it out.” I followed his lead, and by the time I had mirrored his a few times, I wascalmer.
“Now, let’s get you cleaned up and ready forbed.”
I took the phone with me to the bathroom and set it on the counter on speakerphone, as he instructed. He spoke to me about Christmas while I wiped the cum off and cleaned the lube from my ass crack. There. I was doing better, I thought as I washed myhands.
“Ryan.”
“Yeah?” I said as I pumped out three more squirts of handsoap.
“Ryan, your hands have been washedenough.”
I frowned but went ahead and rinsedthem.
“Sorry, I was just making sure they were clean,” I explained while I dried myhands.
“They weren’t dirty to beginwith.”
* * *
Ihad roamedaround stores and online all week looking for Christmas ideas for Russell. He said that material items weren’t necessary for him. Of course, he’d say that; he had everything under themoon.
