“Come for me, Ryan,” Russellinsisted.
Come for me,Ryan.
I opened my eyes for a moment; long enough to watch him press his thumb under the head of my dick. When his thumb started to pet the underside of the head in shallow strokes, all the pressure that had built up went rushing to thetip.
“Mmm, fuuuck!” I moaned out. I gripped the chains that dangled from the horizontal bar forstability.
My body shook and quivered my release while more noises escaped from my throat. The chains overhead clanged, and Russell’s hand on my head contained my head movements. I wasn’t even sure where my load was landing. I don’t think cum had burst from my dick before with more force in mylife.
“That’s my good boy,Ryan.”
Even after that display of my uncontrolled, fluid flying, he still considered me his good boy. I wanted to always earn that from him because nothing made me feel as good as I did when he said that tome.
My head had tilted downward but his hand stroked it.Why do I like this so much?I opened my eyes to assess the mess I had made while Russell stood to release my arms. Cum slowly slid down from my abdomen and clung to my pubes. There were a few globs of cum that glistened from the hardwoodfloor.
I immediately shook my arms out and rolled my shoulders once my wrists had been released from thechains.
“Alright, Ryan?” he asked, and briskly rubbed up and down mybiceps.
“Yes.”
Even though there was cum all over me, it was my own and I was alright. While he removed the lengths of chain from the bar above, I noticed my cum was on the thighs and on one of his knees of his pants.Fuck. But he didn’t seem to notice. Or he had, and simply didn’tmind.
Suddenly, I felt like this was the opportune time to try and blow him. I reached up from where I knelt and rubbed my hand over his groin. I looked up at him and hoped to see anything but an angryface.
“I…I want to tasteyou.”
He smiled at me, and I knew I had the okay to proceed.I could dothis.
I unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and removed his firm dick from his black boxer briefs. I had remembered that on other occasions when I’d try, he’d instruct me to put the band of his underwear under and behind his balls. While I still had my hand on the base of his shaft, I moved the band of his underwear into the place he preferred. I leaned closer and inhaled the scent that I had learned to be “Russell” as I gave his shaft the firstlick.
I wrapped my hand around the head and held it up as I licked and kissed the underside of his shaft. Without pause, I came up off my heels to repeat the same treatment to the top of his dick andsides.
“Good, Ryan,” hepraised.
I looked up at him as he looked down at me. He had a big smile on his face, and his eyes looked heavy and hooded. Russell set his hand on the top of my head and his fingers lightly massaged my scalp. He was hard now and still gazed down at me. When I took one of his nuts in my mouth and sucked without too much pressure, he hissed, gripped my hair and said, “Jesus,” under his breath. Russell reached up and took hold of the horizontal metal bar while I continued to lick and cautiously suck on his ballsack.
I ran my tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft. When I got to the tip, my tongue glided around the head before I moved my face forward and took his head into my mouth. I formed a tight ring with my lips under his dick head. Russell adjusted his stance but didn’t move his hand from my head. Ever so slowly, I moved my mouth down just a little bit and then pulled back. When I pulled back to the tip, I licked the head. I worked my mouth further down his shaft and pulled back. This time when I got to the tip, I looked up at him. Russell rubbed his hand quickly against the side of my head affectionately and smiled atme.
“Good, Ryan. Veryhot.”
I continued my pattern on his shaft. The grunts and sounds that confirmed he enjoyed himself, encouraged me. As my worries and fears had been almost non-existent, I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I looked up at him each time I pulled back to the tip. His moans and noises were now at a constant without any pause. I felt him spread his fingers wide on my head, and something told me to look up. His eyes were on mine, and his lower lip was pulled in, held between histeeth.
“Ryan, I’m going to come,” hewarned.
Oh shit. I had slowed my movements drastically until I wasn’t really moving at all.He was going to come. I knew he announced it to give me a fair warning to either move or be ready. Fear should have been present, but it wasn’t. This was Russell; no one else. I inhaled as much air through my nose as I could to fill my lungs and then gave him a quick nod to let him know that I was ready. I closed my eyes to brace for it. I prayed that when I felt it that I wouldn’t flinch or jerk my head out of the way. I focused on licking his shaft while Iwaited.
“Ryan,” Russell’s voice made me look up at him, “I loveyou.”
He lovedme.
I possessively gripped his pants at the back of his thigh, and then, I felt it. I felt his warm fluid coat the inside of my mouth while his moans of pleasure filled the playroom. With my eyes still closed, I swallowed his load as I reminded myself over and over that this was Russell. There was so much though, and I felt some of it getting away fromme.
Though the sensation was familiar to me, this was all so different. There weren’t any insults, or hands that caused more pain and discomfort. This wasn’t fueled by hate. This waslove.
I didn’t open my eyes when I felt Russell pull out of my mouth, or when his hands framed my face and head. I just needed a minute. I could tell he had crouched down in front ofme.
“Ryan,” he calmly called myname.
