“Relax, there’s no need to apologize.” I kissed the side of his head and rubbed his shoulder blades roughly and playfully. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Goodboy.”
As soon as Ryan was upright, I pulled his boxer briefs up over his hard-on. I ran my hand slowly down the length of his cock over his underwear. With my head, I gestured to the doorway and began to leave the room. I walked quietly so that I would be able to tell if he was behind me; and he was.Goodboy.
I kept my pace calm but with purpose as I led us down the hall and towards the kitchen. Ryan was skittish with aftercare when it’s just us at my home. I needed to remove the direct high protocol atmosphere from the aftercare as much as possible in order for Ryan to get what he needed right now. I headed toward the patio door and caught the attention of my good friendDaniel.
“Alright, Russell?” he asked as Iapproached.
I nodded but didn’t stopwalking.
“Just fine, thank you. I’m going to take Ryan outside for a little private care,” Iadvised.
“I understand. Do you need anything, myfriend?”
“No, thank you, Daniel. I just need myboy.”
I held the patio door open, and Ryan stepped outside and onto the travertine tile. He waited beside the door for me to guide him.Good boy.I closed the patio door but hadn’t latched itshut.
“Over here, Ryan,” I said and pointed to a large section of outdoor patio couches that surrounded a lit fire pit and led theway.
I quickly thought of the best way to get Ryan to relax. Simply sitting on the couch with him relaxing in my arms wasn’t going to happen. The last thing I needed to do now was put him in an uncomfortable situation where he would reject the aftercare. Then he’d worry that his behavior wasn’t good enough, which wasn’t the case at all. I just didn’t need his head going in that direction. Outside was where he’d be able to stretch and communicate as he knew how to, without too many eyes on him. As I walked closer to the couches, I noticed there were a lot of cushions and toss pillows scattered about. I sat down on the couch and set a square cushion on the ground between myfeet.
“Kneel here,Ryan.”
He knelt on the cushion and stared at my chest. His hands eventually came to rest on my knees. I knew he was seeking comfort and security right now. I leaned forward and gently pushed on his shoulders, “Relax, Ryan. Sit back, myboy.”
I helped him into a position where he was seated flat on his ass, and his back leaned against the inside of my lower right leg. His head rested against the inside and partially on top of my thigh. I propped my forearm on my right thigh too and slowly stroked his head. I reached down with my left hand and rubbed on his abdomen. As my hands peacefully moved along his tight abs, his eyes closed and contentment settled over hisface.
“Doing okay,Ryan?”
“Yes,” he murmured, still with his eyes closed, “I’m with you and amokay.”
“You are with me,” I confirmed and had been grateful that between the room we had played in, and outside, I hadn’t lost him to an old memory. I leaned forward and kissed hishead.
“Did I do okay tonight, Russ-ell?”
His jumping voice caught my attention right away, and I stilled my hand on his abdomen to see if I could tell whether or not he had beenshaking.
“You were wonderful tonight, Ryan. What did you think of that flogger?” I asked so that I could hear him talkagain.
“It w-wasn’t as nice as yours,” headmitted.
I chuckled at his honesty. I leaned back in my seat long enough to unbutton my shirt and pull it off, leaving me in myundershirt.
“We’ll be back to playing with our familiar flogger in a day or two.” I tapped one of his hands, and he opened his eyes and looked up at me. “Give me your arm, Ryan.” Without hesitation, he straightened his arm, and I slid the sleeve up his arm, draped it around his back, and then he weaved his other arm through the sleeve. “There, now you won’t becold.”
“Thank you, Russell,” he smiled and settled his head back down against mythigh.
I set my hand back down on his stomach and stroked his skin. I took the time to still my hand every few minutes to see if his quiver had subsided. He was getting there, he just needed some time to settledown.
As I continued to rub on him and talk with him, out of my peripheral vision, I saw Leonard step out onto the patio. He walked closer, but I didn’t give him any attention. Leonard would not drag my attention away from Ryan, and I wanted him to hear from my own mouth that I had zero interest in him. Without looking in Leonard’s direction, but loud enough for him to hear, I told Ryan how proud of him that I had been fortonight.
“I’m glad, Russell. That makes me happy. Like you’re not going to get rid ofme.”
“I’m indeed pleased with you, Ryan.” I leaned over and kissed his forehead. “You are mine, and I will twist and turn you every way imaginable, butloose.”
