“Yes.”
We slowly stroked my shaft and I made sure he picked up on running the pad of his finger under the crown before he moved his hand back down. After half a dozen strokes, it was time to incorporate what I’d been trying to teach him allalong.
“Use that other hand,Ryan.”
When he looked up at me with unsure eyes, I slapped my chest a few times so he’d get the gist of what I was suggesting. His smile told me he knew what I had been talking about. He firmly put his hand on my lower abdomen, right above my hair. His hand slid up to my chest, grabbing at my flesh as it went.That’s my boy,Ryan.
“Should—” Ryan looked at me and then his eyes fell to my chest. “Should I lick…it?
My boy had taken off to run before he was completely comfortable with walking. But, if he were willing, I’d give him theopportunity.
“If you’d like, you may lick,Ryan.”
I paid attention to Ryan’s movements and his reactions. His eyebrows went from relaxed, to furrowed and wrinkles appeared on his forehead. He held his eyes closed for long moments while he leaned forward. His tongue slowly appeared several times to moisten his lips. His hand had stopped moving on my chest, and now lightly gripped my pec. His hand that held onto my shaft, moved less on his own accord and more with my guidance. His face had gotten close enough to my cock that I could feel the warmth of his breath on myskin.
Ryan’s shoulders slumped as he sat back on his heels, and his head lowered in shame.Oh, Ryan.Some hideous horror from his past had crept its way into his head. My heart broke as I watched himstruggle.
I pulled his hand away from my shaft and slipped the band of my underwear back in place before I pulled my pants up. I didn’t bother zipping or buttoning up. It was far from important right now. I crouched down in front of my aching Ryan. His head was tilted downward, and his hand gravitated to his shirt. I put my hands on either side of his head and gently rubbed up and down on the back of his head with onehand.
“Ryan—”
“I’msor—”
“Don’t finish that word, Ryan.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his forehead. I moved one hand down to his upper back and slid my other hand to cup the back of his head. “I’m so proud of you, Ryan. There is absolutely nothing for you to apologizefor.”
I kissed his forehead again and then pulled myself away from his head. I reached behind me and grabbed the tag I had engraved for him from the coffee table. I put the tag in his hand that he had wrapped around mycock.
“Read it, Ryan. Outloud.”
“You are stronger than you think,” he readquietly.
“And the other side,” Iprompted.
“You are mine,” hesaid.
“Good boy, Ryan. You are mine.Understand?”
He nodded his head and looked up at me. The look on his face made my heartache.
“No shame, Ryan. You have given me the very best Christmas ever, and I loveyou.”
After I pulled Ryan back to a better place and convinced him that I was proud of him for being brave enough to want to learn how to touch me, he helped me carry his toy box to theplayroom.
“Will, other people get to play with my…stuff?” heinquired.
“No. That box, and its contents, is yours and onlyyours.”
I reached in and pulled out the everyday underwear and foldedthem.
“These,” I put the stack in his hand. “They are for you to take home and wear everyday.”
He nodded and then reached into his toy box and pulled out a black and blue jockstrap and held it on his finger by astrap.
“And this?” he playfullyasked.
“This is for you to wear during one of our sessions.” His cheeks flushed, and he bashfully nodded before he set the jockstrap back in the toybox.
Our evening had drawn to a close, and I stood in front of him in the entryway. His hands were full with his tag, letter, and new underwear as I kissed him goodbye. I had a hard time containing my greed; I wanted him tostay.
“Remember –” I started, but he cut meoff.
“To text you as soon as I get home and both feet are inside the house with the door locked,” he recited with asmile.
“Good boy,” I called after him as he headed to hisSUV.
“Your underwear gift will look good on me. I can’t wait to wear a pair,” he hollered from the other side of the hood to hisSUV.
I waved to him as he shut thedoor.
“Your gift of yourself to me will look good on me, my Ryan,” I said under my breath as he droveaway.
