He continued to tug and pull on mybelt.
“Of course,Ryan.”
He slowly slid off the leather couch, and as he reached for my zipper, I took hold of his chin. He looked up at me instantly. I knew with pretty good certainty that he had been forced into this position many times before. I wanted this to be a different experience forhim.
“Ryan, come withme.”
When we got to my bedroom, I stripped, pulled back the duvet on the bed and laid down in the center of the bed. I tucked my hands behind my head under the pillow before I looked athim.
“Take off what you’re comfortable taking off. You can touch, lick, suck, and stare at whatever you’d like. Take your time, there’s nopressure.”
He eyed my body and then walked toward the full-length mirror next to the closet. I watched him undress down to his boxer briefs. As he neared the bed, his nervousness wasevident.
“Ryan,” I waited until he looked at me, “You have my word. You can explore as you please and take yourtime.”
He smiled and knelt on the bed next to my knees. His eyes skated my body as he decided where he wanted to begin. I watched his innocent moves as he placed his hand on my stomach. The stomach area was where Ryan needed the most physical attention on his body, so it wasn’t a surprise to me that that’s where hebegan.
Instead of moving downward, which was where he had said he wanted to give me attention, his hands moved up and tugged my arms out from under the pillow. He glanced at me, checking to see if it was okay. I smiled at himencouragingly.
“I like your arms,” headmired.
I knew he did, and I’d known for a little while now that he longed to be held. He needed to be confined in my arms, to free his soul. He’d dropped subtle hints, and I knew that he felt safe with me. To wrap him up in an embrace would still cause him to panic, and then he’d feel guilty. And guilt, wasn’t something that I wanted to add to hisplate.
I had hoped that Ryan would handle my cock in the flaccid state because then he’d be able to see that his touch brings me pleasure. As he took hold of my cock and moved his hands up and down the length, a fabulous shade of red moved up from his neck to warm his face.My shyboy.
It had been impossible to stay soft, and now the head of my cock ached with need. Ryan had moved around on the bed and made several attempts at moving towards my cock. With each movement, I silently cheered him on. He laid on his side, leaned over as his head brushed my lower abdomenlightly.
In the midst of his hand job, he leaned closer and kissed my cock head. His head blocked my view, but I felt every touch, and each warm exhale of his breath. Ryan switched positions and now was laying on his stomach between my spread legs. He was happy and found his level of comfort. Each moment that passed had encouraged himfurther.
His hands moved up and down my shaft, then he’d slow down and lick my cock from the base to the tip. He’d look up at me when he’d reach the tip, and like a young man starved for approval, he kept his eyes on mine until he saw my smile, saw my nod, or heard, “Good boy.” Then he’d start the patternover.
Ryan kept his eyes on mine as he dragged his tongue up the underside of my cock and then slowly moved his tongue under the crown of the head.Yes, let me see thoseeyes.
Never before had I reveled in the amount of excitement I felt when I looked down into his eyes. I’d been touched by expert, experienced hands before, but none of it compared to how I felt when Ryan touched me. Ryan’s hands felt like no one else’s, and I was certain that no other hands would ever touch me intimately again. JustRyan.
He had been doing so well, and then it all crashed withinseconds.
“Good, Ryan. You feel wonderful, my boy,” Ipraised.
Without thinking, I lifted my hand from the bed to touch the side of his head. He flinched and jerked his head away. Afraid. Every movement stopped, and his face paled. His mental flight downhill had begun right in front of me. His eyes moved around rapidly, as he desperately searched for a safe place to let them land.Helphim.
“Right here, Ryan,” I said calmly and patted mychest.
He’d found comfort in staring at my chest since very early on, and I had hoped to be able to pull him back to me. I knew exactly where this reaction came from, and it saddened me. I knew he had been forced into this act more times than he could remember. If that hadn’t been repulsive enough, the thought that he had been hit repeatedly during it gave me the chills. I had to push that out of my mind for now and focus onRyan.
“Ryan.”
He pushed himself up off his stomach and knelt between my legs. He sat on his heels and stared at my chest. The moment he uttered his apology, I sat up and pulled the sheet over to cover me so he wouldn’t feelworse.
“I’m sorry, Russell.” He nervously pulled at the leg band of his boxer briefs. His erection was obvious along with the damp spot. “I’msorry.”
I moved down the bed and framed his body with my bent knees before I took his head between my hands. His eyes were still on mychest.
“My boy, why are you apologizing?” I leaned forward and kissed hisforehead.
He raised his hands in defeat and let them fall heavily onto histhighs.
“I am apologizing because I flinched. I’m sorry.” He took a quick peek at my eyes and then returned his gaze to mychest.
