14
Russell
Istrokedhis stomach as the four little words replayed over and over in my head. I knew they weren’t easy words for him. While I’d known he’d felt it, I knew he struggled with saying it. I knew that when he felt ready, that he’d say it. And I knew he wouldn’t say it unless he truly felt it.I love you, Russell.Four simple words that, when strung together, filled me with suchjoy.
My boy relaxed in my arms for a solid hour. I personally would have preferred to have held him immediately and while his body was a beautiful mess of cum. But, I could see it in his eyes that he had started to focus on the fluids. In order for him to relax and for it to be a positive experience, he needed to feel clean. I hadn’t wanted him to mentally run off to hide under the pier on the beach; I wanted him with me. His need to be clean far outweighed my desire to pull him in my arms right away and holdhim.
Stroking his abdomen had such a calming effect on him. I would go to great lengths to give him this calm feeling. He’d had too much distress in his life, and to be honest, stroking his skin made me feel content. To be this close to Ryan, was a privilege because he didn’t let just anyone close to him. He felt safe with me, and that made me feelincredible.
I couldn’t pull my eyes off him. His warm breath on my chest was something I could easily get used to. His swollen lips from sucking my cock made me smile and warmed my heart. He had only known violence with that act, but now, he had a good experience. I wanted to run my tongue along those plump lips. But it was the way those big brown eyes of his looked when he’d look up at me, with his mouth full of my cock, that helped pull that orgasm out ofme.
Ryan began to stir in my arms, and I focused on his closed eyes to see if there was any sign of a bad dream; frowning, corners of his eyes flexing or tension. I didn’t see any of that. He readjusted his body so he was on his side and drew his legs up. Ryan had curled into me and put his hand on top of mine as it stroked hisbelly.
“I’m not going anywhere, Ryan. Rest, myboy.”
Eventually, I got him up and washed his body properly in the shower. Ryan’s body was a treasure, and caring for it in the shower was a delight. As my soapy hands roamed over the lines and grooves that I’d memorized on his body, I fantasized briefly about what it would feel like to be one with him; to completely claimhim.
We had a nice light meal out on the patio, during which he was talkative and in a good mood. I could see that he had been proud of himself, too. Seeing how proud he had been of himself for bravely conquering that task made me sohappy.
While he ate his oatmeal raisin cookie, I began talking to him about a party that I had been invited to. I explained that it would be a little different from the kind of party that I usuallyhosted.
“What makes it different?” heasked.
“Many of the people who will attend, follow a stricter belief system. Something called ‘high protocol.’ So, it’s not as relaxed as my parties. Submissives and bottoms are expected to behave in a much more reserved manner.” He nodded and kept his eyes on me, but when he spoke, he lowered his eyes to mychest.
“So, the party is for really well-trainedpeople.”
“Ryan, there are Dominant and submissive couples, or Master and slave partners that live this twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week. In some of those dynamics, they prefer to practice high protocol all of the time. You and Idon’t.”
“Do you want us to? I mean, I can be better. I can practice more. Leonard said he’d give mepointers.”
Leonard.I didn’t want Leonard nearRyan.
“No, Ryan. I love our dynamic. It works for us. I prefer it. High protocol isn’t for me. I’d tried some of it in my early exploration years, and I’d found that I require far more than a ‘yes, Sir’ partner. In my personal opinion, that’s very lonely emotionally. It’s not for me. This,” I gestured back and forth between us, “This is for me. This is what Iwant.”
“I like it too,” he added and tossed the rest of his cookie in his mouth.My innocentbuck.
“Even though you and I don’t live a high protocol lifestyle, I’d like for us to attend the party. A few of my good friends who do live the high protocol life will be there, and I haven’t seen them in a while. Daniel, whom you’ve met on a few occasions, will bethere.”
“Okay, I understand. I don’t want to embarrass you in front of yourfriends.”
“You won’t. You just need to trust me. I won’t take you into an atmosphere that I feel you can’t handle.Understand?”
“Yes. I’d like to go with you if you’d like meto.”
“I’d like that very much,Ryan.”
He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to note the date. I still had my eyes on him and saw his face go from calm to tense and stressed in seconds. His fingers weren’t moving to type anything, so I knew that he was looking at something. Perhaps an incomingtext.
“What are you looking at,Ryan?”
He shook his head, and then I saw his finger swipe and press something else. Nope, not going to push thisaway.
“Ryan, what were you looking at? And before you saying ‘nothing,’ let me say that I saw your face drasticallychange.”
“I’m sorry. It’s nothing. Just atext.”
“From?”
