Would he see me the same when I stoodup?
As everything stormed through my mind, a horrifying thought came barging in; had I made his finger dirty? And if I had, would I ever be able to look him in theeye?
“Alright, Ryan?” he asked.Was I okay?“You came prettyhard.”
I stood upright and noticed that it still felt wet back there. Damp, maybe was the right word. But then I started to worry that it was something other than water mixing withlube.
“Relax, Ryan,” he said calmly as I looked at his chest. I was too scared to look at the finger on his hand that was…inme.
“DidI—”
How could I even ask him this?Did I even want to ask him? Was ‘dirty’ the right way to phrase this? I guessed itwas.
“Did I make you dirty?” I askedfinally.
Russell closed the gap between us and cupped the back of my neck. He bumped under my chin with the knuckle from his other hand, silently telling me to look at him. I took a chance and looked in hiseyes.
“You didn’t make me anything but proud, Ryan.” Russell patted the back of my neck and added, “You are not dirty, myboy.”
I noticed that Russell had a raging hard-on because the fabric of his boxer briefs were stretched across his length, and now soaking wet. I appreciated the fact that he got in the shower wearing them rather than stripping down. I think he did that for my comfort. Russell was an amazing man. He was generous, patient, and he lovedme.
I reached out with a hand and pressed the back of my knuckles against his hard chest muscle. He remained quiet and still. I pulled my hand away, but really looked at the planes of his body. Russell’s daily workouts had been good to him. Of course, he’d been good to hisbody.
I wanted to touch him; really touchhim.
I pressed my knuckles from one of my hands against his nipple, and moved my hand up and down, grazing his hard flesh. I moved to his other nipple and repeated the same movements with my hand. I glanced at him to make sure this was okay. The look on his face was calm, and nothing indicated that he was annoyed withme.
I dragged two of my fingertips from his nipple back to the center of his body. I smirked when I saw that I had messed up his perfect chest hair. His chest was soaked and all of his chest hair had been neatly “combed” downward from the shower spray. But now, a path of unruly hair lay where my fingers ran. Quickly, I glanced up at him and saw a smile; I think he enjoyedthis.
The back of my knuckles made a trail down his chest, over his stomach, and came to rest at the waistband to his underwear. Without lifting my head, I looked up at him through my eyelashes. His lips had parted, and his eyes were glued to me. My finger played and toyed with the waistband of his underwear as I mentally told myself that I could do this. Icould.
I closed my eyes briefly; I could do this. I took a deep breath before I hooked my fingers from both of my hands between his waistband and skin. I stepped back and slowly went down on one knee, and then my other leg did the same. I focused on his shorts and pulled them down, freeing hiserection.
“Ryan.” His voice was calm, and it made me feel like, no matter what, everything would end upokay.
I looked up at him before I ran my finger from the head of his dick down his shaft to the base. I stroked his cock with two slow movements and pulled my handaway.
“Show me,” I began. “Show me how you touch yourself,Russell.”
The look in Russell’s eyes was so magnetizing that I couldn’t look away if I tried. His chest heaved, and without breaking our intense stare down, I could tell that he had taken hold of hisdick.
Russell stroked his cock with finesse and confidence that I hadn’t known was possible. I was actually reallyimpressed.
“Are you enjoying yourself,Ryan?”
I nodded with a wickedgrin.
“You like to watch me stroke my hard cock after I have been so intimate with you?” hequestioned.
I swallowed hard and thought back to what he had done just minutesago.
“How could I not be deeply affected by what you just permitted me to do? All the trust you gave me and bravery you showed. I’d love nothing more than to stand here and make you watch me go slow, but if I’m being perfectly honest with you, the sight of you kneeling on my shower floor has about done mein.”
I felt my heart pound as he took a small step forward toward me. Russell’s eyes only left mine for a fragment of time when he came. And I will admit, there was something extremely intimate about watching Russell jack himself off. This was the ultimate privatemoment.
“Mmm, fuck!” Russell groaned as he shot his load ontome.
His cum landed on me…my chest…my shoulder…my thigh…it was all over my body. As it registered and sunk in, I dragged my eyes away from him and looked down at his cum. I had survived the night he “marked me.” Of course, that night I hadn’t actually seen the cum. I felt it but hadn’t seen it. This, Isaw.
