I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before I opened my eyes. I stared at the hardwood floors of his playroom. Strands of my cum had dried, and only a few globs remained and glistened on my legs and stomach. The back of my hand had a large cum streak; Russell’s. Cum was everywhere. I opened my mouth a few times to see if I could taste it. Yep. Verymuch.
“Let me see you, myboy.”
I raised my head. My eyes had lingered on Russell’s chest for a few moments, but then finally, I lifted them to look in his eyes. A huge smile spread across his face when our eyes connected. I could see how happy I had made him. I started to smile, right before he crushed his mouth against mine. His tongue wasn’t afraid of my mouth, or what had been in it, or what still lingered init.
“You make me so proud, Ryan,” he praised when he pulled his mouth offmine.
It was as if my brain had completely stalled. Words weren’t coming out, though I had been thinking them. Everything started to hit me hard when I set my hand down against my thigh. I felt the coolness of the smeared cum from the back of my hand against myskin.
“Come here, my boy,” Russell stood, then leaned over and took hold of mybiceps.
I hadn’t wanted to get up. It had been warm and comfortable where I was, except for all the cum all over my body. My hesitancy caused Russell to let go of one of my arms, take some of my hair in his hand and tilt my head upward so that I looked at him.Snap out of it!Russell looked in my eyes for a few moments while I yelled at myself to move or say something. I moved so that I was only on one knee and the foot of the other leg was flat on the ground. I froze when I felt all of the dried cum stretch on my skin.Talk to him! He’ll think you can’tlisten!
“Russ-ell,” was all that I managed to get out. I closed my mouth tightly when I realized how weird my voicesounded.
Russell crouched back down again and put his hand on the sides of my headagain.
“Ryan, hang tight for a moment, and I will get you taken care of.Understand?”
I nodded. He reached down and pried my hand from the fabric of his pants that covered his thigh. Shit! I hadn’t realized I had been grippingit.
“Sorry,” Iblurted.
“Ryan, relax. I just need amoment.”
He leaned forward, kissed my forehead, and hurried over to his table that had all of his toys and tools. I watched him to see what he was doing. Was he angry with me? I replayed everything. No, he was proud. I made him come. He wasn’t angry. Unless…unless it’s because I couldn’t swallow all ofit.
Russell had a towel and a package of something in his hand as he walked back toward me. He stopped at the leather couch that was in the corner of the playroom and set the stuffdown.
“Come,Ryan.”
I let him help me up, and I bent over to rub my knees as I walked with him to the couch. He patted the couch with his hand, and I sat down. I tried to figure out how to tell him that I needed thebathroom.
“Russell—”
“I have you, my boy. Lay down. Stretch out on thecouch.”
I did as instructed, then set my hand over my stomach, and stared at theceiling.
“You’ll feel something cool and damp. Don’t be alarmed,Ryan.”
I lifted my head off the couch when I felt the dampness on my thigh. Russell had a wet wipe and was cleaning off thecum.
“Head back, Ryan, andrelax.”
I let my head rest against the cushion and relaxed while he cleaned me. I quickly started to feel calm as he cleaned the cum from my body. He lifted my hand to rub the damp cloth over my abdomen. When he finished, he wiped my hand off and set it back on my stomach. I was all clean andexhausted.
“Sit up for a moment, Ryan.” I sat up, and the couch dipped as he sat behind me, next to the arm. Russell wrapped an arm over my shoulder and patted my chest firmly. “Lean back, myboy.”
I leaned back; my back rested against his side, and my head against a throw pillow he had propped against the arm of the couch and his body. When I had settled down, he pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over me. I felt relaxed enough and closed myeyes.
“You have made this the best birthday ever, Ryan,” he said quietly while he rubbed my chest over theblanket.
“Because I blew you?” Ijoked.
“No, my dear boy. Simply because you’re mine to love and take care of. You put your trust in my hands today and pushed your fears away. I’m very proud of you,Ryan.”
I washis.
I had run out of energy. I pushed my arm out from under the blanket and took hold of his wrist. I pulled his arm and hand under the blanket and flattened it against mystomach.
“You made that good for me, Russell. I wasn’t scared.” I felt the need to kiss his chest that was just beyond the throw pillow. “I love you, Russell. Happy birthday,” Iwhispered.
