“This is wonderful, thank you,Ryan.”
It was time for his toybox.
“Now, everything in the toy box is meant to be fun, and bring you pleasure. It is meant to be a work in progress, Ryan. I’ve not put one single thing in there with any intention other than pleasure and fun. There are things in the box that we’ll work up to.” I picked up the letter he wrote for me. “I do not take the trust you have given me lightly.Understand?”
“Yes,Russell.”
I gestured with my hand for him to open it. As he pulled out the various toys and new underwear, his cheeks were bright red. All I could think about was making his other cheeks red and then making himcome.
I had been standing next to him reading the package for a toy while he knelt on the floor looking in the toy box, when he did something so unexpected that I struggled to find words. Ryan had put his hand on my thigh and shakily moved it to my groin. As his hand moved, his eyes were cautious, and his handunsteady.
“I—” Ryan started, but then stopped, swallowed hard and took a deep breath before he started again. “I…I would like for you to show me how to…touch you.” He brought his eyes up, but they stopped on my chest. “How to pleaseyou.”
Processing what he had said to me, I made sure I had heard him correctly. His hand continued to move along my pants, applying firm pressure with his hands. Though I had thought of him touching me a million times before in my head, I had no idea that it would come to light on Christmas Eve with Ryan on his knees. Quickly, I thought ahead and reminded myself of trigger words and phrases. I kept my eyes on his as I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and lowered my zipper. I hadn’t seen fear in his eyes, but I saw uncertainty. I needed him to know, he controlled this and could stop it at anytime.
“Remember, Ryan, what slows playdown?”
“Yellow,” hemurmured.
“Good boy. And what stopsit?”
“Hairdryer.”
“Good,Ryan.”
I gave him another few moments to continue to rub his hand over my pants at his pace. He needed to feel comfortable with this experience, though it was sweet torture for me. I gripped the side of my slacks and slid them down, leaving me there in my black boxerbriefs.
Ryan’s hand continued to explore and touched my bare thigh. His hand on my skin felt like fire as it moved from my skin just below the leg of my boxer briefs. It was impossible to keep my cock from showing how aroused I was. He started to feel braver, a sign of his level of comfort and began to move his hand over my boxer briefs. I closed my eyes only for a brief moment as his fingertips and then his palm treaded across my shaft to the other side of mythigh.
Ryan’s eyes flicked to mine, reflecting so muchtrust.
“Like this? Is this okay?” hedelved.
God, helpme.
“Yes, Ryan. Just likethat.”
His hand grew braver, and he taunted me by lightly holding my shaft through my boxer briefs. He simply had no idea what kind of a firestorm raged through my body and mind, all sparked by his touch. Ryan moved his hand up the length of my shaft, then rubbed two fingertips back and forth over the head of my cock. He repeated the same motion over, and over, and over until I realized he needed a littlenudge.
“Good boy, Ryan. Your hand feelswonderful.”
His eyes came to mine and his smile appeared, along with his dimple. He was proud of himself when he heard how good his handfelt.
Push himcautiously.
“Pull my underwear down in the front. Let the band rest behind my balls,” I instructed withcare.
With both hands he pulled the band away from my body, freeing the stiffest cock I’d had in years, and gently letting the band rest under mysack.
“Good boy,Ryan.”
A faint smiled appeared, but I could also see that he was nervous to touch me. One of his hands finally went to my thigh and slowly took hold of the root of my cock.Jesus.His inexperienced hands were such a turn on for me. Thirty-five, I mused. But this wasn’t surprising considering that Ryan was learning how to touchhimself.
Helphim.
I wrapped my hand around his hand as it covered mine. Our eyes connected, and I nodded my head to let him know he was doing well. I needed to get my shirt out of the way, but I wouldn’t dare break my connection with Ryan’s hand on my cock. Taking hold of the hem of my shirt, I pulled it up and over my head and let it rest behind my head. This left my chest and abdomenfree.
“I’ll show you how I like to be touched, Ryan. We’ll go slow. If I squeeze your hand, that means I like it harder.Understand?”
