“Eventually.”
Eventually? What was he going to do untileventuallyhappened?
Russell pulled one of my butt cheeks away seconds before he pressed a finger against my hole. His finger hand something on it, lube, I guess, and he rubbed itaround.
“Keep stroking,” heinstructed.
I did as I was told but had a hard time concentrating on my own raging hard-on. I stilled my hand when I felt his finger cross the entrance. Almost at the same time, his other hand slid from my lower back, around my side and settled against my stomach. I felt as though I could relax; this was Russell, and he knew how to touchme.
“Stroke, Ryan.” I started to stroke again. My eyes were wide open as I focused on a particular piece of the shower rockwall.
“Okay,” Imumbled.
Fuck!His finger kept going. It was slow, but still going. I told myself to keep stroking. Every few seconds, he’d push more of his finger deep and deeper until he announced that I had taken his entirefinger.
“Good boy, Ryan,” he praised. I smiled, even though he couldn’t see my face. “I’m not going to move my finger, Ryan. I only want you to feel it while youmasturbate.”
He was quiet for a few moments, and I had to fight a smile when I thought about how he made it sound so formal with the word ‘masturbate.’
“Feel the fullness,” he suggested. Oh, I felt it. No suggestion needed. “Are you in any physicalpain?”
“No,Russell.”
“Good,Ryan.”
I began to feel like my orgasm was building. Fuck, could I come with his finger buried in my ass? I stroked with more urgency as I felt like I had been on the cusp and was ready toexplode.
“That’s my boy,” Russell praised. “Come when you’re ready. Decorate my shower wall with yourspunk.”
That was all the motivation and encouragement that I needed. Even though I was somewhat nervous for what would happen when I came with a finger in me, I needed tocome.
I closed my eyes tightly when I realized there was no turning back now. Balls were drawn up, so tight, and ready. I tried to back off a few times, simply because I was afraid to come with his finger inme.
“Ryan, let go.” Russell slid his hand from my stomach to my chest. He gripped each pec and then pinched one of my nipples. And that didit.
“Fuck!” I groaned over and over as my ass pulsated around hisfinger.
“That’s my boy! Let me hear you, Ryan,” he encouraged my vocal moans. I managed to keep my forehead on my forearm and stay “hidden,” but when I moaned, Russell moved his hand from my chest to gently cupping myneck.
It didn’t feel like just a finger; it felt so full. Jets of cum kept spewing out of my dick and landed on his shower wall as my body shook. I was almost delirious and thought I was just about done when he let go of my neck and took hold of my balls. Russell cupped my balls in the palm of his hand, pressed up toward my body and then dragged his fingers downward toward my nuts. It was like a scratching motion with the pads of his fingers. It was extremely comfortable, and it made me continue to shoot jizz. My legs started to weaken; I didn’t know if I’d ever come this hardbefore.
“I have you,Ryan.”
He has me?That hit me hard in thechest.
He patted my stomach a few times, and then he moved that hand along my skin to a buttcheek.
“I’m going to remove my finger, Ryan,” he warned. “Be still so that it won’t beuncomfortable.”
Uncomfortable. Since my forehead still rested on my forearm, my face was still hidden, so I felt no danger of smiling at his choice of words again. He said for me to be still so that it wouldn’t be uncomfortable, rather than painful. I stayed still, but my heart pounded. I didn’t want this part to hurt. I didn’t want this experience to be ruined. But, he had me. Could anything really go disastrously wrong with him havingme?
Fuck! He started to pull away.Please don’t hurt. It always had hurt before…before Russell. I felt my stomach muscle tense right before Russell rubbed on it and repeated the phrase that had weakened me more than the orgasm, “I’ve got you,Ryan.”
He hadme.
And just like that, his finger was out. Gone. I stared at my cum on his rock shower wall as I gathered myself. Some of it already washed away and some glopping in places as it made its way down to thefloor.
What had Idone?
