11
Ryan
I’d been communicatingevery night with April and Kim regarding what Russell and I had done each day that I saw him. Through texts, they had given me their insights and offered up opinions regarding all things concerning Russell. They knew that Russell and I had been working on resolving a lot of my hang-ups. I felt like I would make progress, but then fall backward. Russell always caught me though. I just hoped he didn’t get tired of it and give up onme.
I had had a nightmare last night and had called Russell during the night. I hadn’t said too much on the phone, but just hearing his voice often did wonders for me. Now, I was restrained to Russell’s spanking bench, being flogged while spilling my guts about my nightmare. The nightmare was one that I had had before. I’d had thousands of these dreams where I was bent over the desk in my dad’s den taking the belt for some reason that typically was unknown in the dream. But in this dream, I had been in trouble for crying about not being able to go to my baseball practice. Baseball and the beach were all that I had to keep mesane.
This just seemed like a really emotionally charged session because the dream was still so raw and I was talking about it as Russell flogged me. And of course, Russell said kind things to me while he rubbed on the place where the tails of the flogger hit. He’s never condescending, and I never thought he said the things just to blow smoke up my ass. I felt like he truly believed the things he toldme.
I rolled my shoulders the second I got off the spanking bench and stood upright. I didn’t have the tension that I originally had when I climbed on the bench earlier. I no longer worried about being hard when I got off the bench. It was a given that I always would be, and Russell never made me feel bad about it. And I kind of thought he liked to look atme.
Our sessions had changed some, and I liked it. They now typically ended with him watching me shower, which led to him sticking a finger in me or me on my knees on the shower floor attempting to lick or suck him. I knew that he’d had way better than me and what I was able to provide him with, but he didn’t seem to mind that I fumbled around. Still, I felt bad that I hadn’t been able to successfully do certain things for him. But, I had made progress, and that wasgood.
“I’m proud of you, Ryan. Thank you for telling me about yournightmare.”
I had been congested, but after I sniffled to clear my airway, I smiled at his praise. I followed Russell down the hallway to his room and wondered what excitementawaited.
“On the bed, Ryan. Hands and knees on the center of the bed with your head facing theheadboard.”
I nodded and got into the position he had asked. Though I felt so exposed on the bed in this position, it excited me and made my dick harder. I could tell he tossed something on the bed, but I didn’t turn around tolook.
When Russell got on the bed, I noticed that he had removed his shoes and shirt. My heart skipped a beat as I turned my head slightly so I could look at him. Russell had firm chest muscles that I hoped I’d have when I was his age. I think in his younger years he probably had a six-pack on his abdomen. I was pretty sure he had ripped abs that were naturally slightly faded. He was still firm, packed with lines of leanmuscle.
“Sit back on your heels, Ryan, and relax.” I did as he instructed andwaited.
His hands settled on my shoulders, and he began massaging my shoulder blades with his thumbs. His technique had been firm, and he applied a decent amount of pressure. It felt really good, I thought to myself and looked down at my hard dick. The head glistened and begged me for a release. I knew I’d be able to get off quickly, but Russell liked it when I wentslow.
He massaged down my back and then around my sides. His hands turned gentle as he rubbed my stomach and abdomen but then went back to the firm touch as his hands climbed to my chest. Russell rubbed my arms and then kissed the back of myneck.
“Lean forward onto those hands again,” hesaid.
I put my palms on the mattress and locked them at myelbows.
“Good boy, Ryan.Relax.”
My pulse sped up with me in this open and exposed position. I lowered my head when he began to massage the back of my thighs roughly. Fuck, it felt good. I could feel the pre-cum drip and looked at my aching dick. There was a clear, thin string that now connected with the bed. As his hands moved up the back of my thighs, all I could think about was jackingoff.
As I daydreamed about being jacked off, Russell’s hand palmed my balls slowly while on its way to my dick. I groaned, and before I could stop myself, I rolled my hips downward to greet hishand.
“Good boy,Ryan.”
I smiled at his calm words and focused on the word “good.” Everything he had told me about this being okay was at the forefront of my thoughts. He held his open hand inches under my stiff dick. I lowered my hips again to graze his hand, then I raised my hips back up. Would it be so bad if I moved my hips back and forth? As I debated with myself, Russell helped me make my decision with his encouragingwords.
“Don’t be afraid of something that feels good,Ryan.”
Those words were all I needed to hear. I lowered my hips and rewarded myself with the friction of his hand. I raised my hips again so that the pre-cum would dampen his hand, then I lowered my hips and pressed my dick into hishands.
“Mmm, Ryan, your cock is very aroused,” Russellmused.
“I know,” I moaned andgroaned.
I had been so turned on and, in that moment, I could have been ready for anything with him. I knew my inhibitions were extremely low right now, but I thought that I could take his finger. I’d been able to take it before on many other instances, but never with motion. I could handle it just pressed inside of me, but had been too scared for him to move the finger while inme.
I was ready now and aching to feel that withhim.
“Russell,” I started, but got so caught up in humping his hand that I couldn’t produce anything other than muffled moans andwhines.
“What, Ryan?” he asked calmly and then pressed his lips against the small of my back. “Tell me what you want, myboy.”
