His words had encouraged me to blurt out what Iwanted.
“Your finger,” I groaned. “Can I try yourfinger?”
“Of course,Ryan.”
When I heard a cap being opened, I knew that a bottle of lube was what I heard Russell toss on the bed earlier. His hand that was under my dick remained where it was as he pulled one of my ass cheeks away. I heard him spit and then felt his saliva hit my hole.Jesus.
I tipped my head back and held myself still as he slowly pushed his warm, thick finger inside. Fuck, it felt full. My dick ached and wanted more. But if I moved to hump his hand, would his finger move? I took a chance and moved myhip.
“Fuuuck,” I breathed out as I was about on sensory overload. I felt myself pull away from his finger that was buried in me while my hard dick was greeted by his hand. It didn’thurt!
I tested it again by slowly letting my hips go back to a comfortable position. Doing so, buried his finger back inside. I stayed still and thought; nopain.
Nopain!
I repeated these motions of lowering my hips to hump his hand while I moved myself around his finger. No pain was all I could think about. I had almost lost control of my emotions just over the fact that his finger was moving in and out of me, and it hadn’t hurt. Russell slowly moved his hand that was under my dick and wrapped his fingers around myshaft.
“Come for me when you’re ready,Ryan.”
I could tell in his voice that he realized I was okay with what was going on and that I wasn’t in pain. I was so happy and humped the hell out of his hand. I had intended to slow down to come because I worried what it would feel like with him finger fucking me. But my orgasm took me by surprise. My body weakened considerably as my body was overcome with immense pleasure. I moaned, writhed and whimpered as I emptied a heavy load of cum onto hisbed.
“That’s my boy,Ryan.”
My mind had been blown, and I was only vaguely aware of what was going on at the moment. I had my eyes closed, enjoying the moment, but I was so tired, and my body was drained. My heart rate hadn’t even returned to normalyet.
When I realized that the pressure from supporting the weight of my body was no longer noticeable, I opened my eyes. In my direct vision was Russell’s firmchest.
Washe?
It was clear that my right shoulder was somewhere between a mountain of pillows and Russell’s body. My left shoulder was covered by Russell’s arm, and his hand was on mybicep.
Hewas.
He was holdingme.
I was still naked, but a blanket had been drawn up to where Russell’s hand rested on my arm. I wiggled the fingers on my left hand and grazed Russell’sside.
I was holding ontohim.
* * *
Istaredat the image on my phone that Russell had sent me this morning. The image was of a naked guy on his knees with his arms tied behind his back. A wooden stick was behind the bend of his knees, and his legs were tied to it. There was thinner rope wrapped around his balls and the head of his erect dick, which also was tied to the wooden stick behind hislegs.
Could I ever do that? Did Russell want to do that to me? Did he think I could dothat?
All of these questions ran through my head while I gazed at it. Doubt had successfully worked its way into my head. The longer I stared at it, the more I doubtedmyself.
I forwarded it to Sadie in a text message and onto Kim and April. I wanted to see their reactions. They had been enjoying the picture games that I’d been playing with Russell, so I tried to send them some each week. Kim and April’s responses came almostinstantly.
April: That’s hot asfuck!
Kim’s message back was a series of emojis with fire. She sent another message right after the fire emojis that mirrored April’s. I changed my screen to see if Sadie had seen the text yet with the picture. Sadie might be able to tell me if she thought Russell sent it to me just because he thought the picture was hot, or if it was a sign as being something Russell wanted to do with me. She hadn’t seen ityet.
I went back to Russell’s picture and stared at it in defeat. I bet Leonard could do this. He’d probably enjoy it too. Fuck, who was I kidding? I didn’t have the form to pull that off. Not like Leonardcould.
I admired Leonard’s ability to play both roles of topping and bottoming. He was the perfect player. If he were on a baseball team, he’d be the switch hitter. The guy that would adjust to his pitcher to the ultimate situation. If it were a left-handed pitcher, he’d flip and turn into a right-handed batter. But then a right-handed pitcher comes in; no problem. He’d become a left-handed batter. Leonard could bottom for anyone. He could do anything, and he looked good doing it. Unlike me, Leonard needed no direction. He knew how to act all on his own. He was the best of both worlds. He could be a good partner forRussell.
I minimized the picture and went back to my text messagescreen.
