Was he suggesting that in the time from walking from the play room that I fell apart?
“No, it wasn’t too far,” I replied.
“Long enough for you to get a little lost. It’s okay, Ryan.”
With his shirt completely unbuttoned and open, he reached out and rubbed his hands up and down my arms. He pulled me against him and wrapped his arms around me. His chest felt warm against my torso, and as my dick bumped against his pants, terror raced through me.My dick was still dripping! It was going to get on his pants!I tried to push myself out of his hold, but he stilled me.
“It’s okay, just relax, Ryan.”
“But, your pants will get…stuff on them.”
His gentle laugh vibrated through his chest. I didn’t feel as though he was laughing at me or making fun of me.He wasn’t, right?I stayed still and felt embarrassed by the way my body reacts sometimes. I was frustrated with myself.
“Why does it happen sometimes and not others? The cold?” I asked.
“There’s a number of factors, Ryan,” Russell said as he stroked the back of my neck at the hairline. “For one, you have to consider the possibility of sub drop. Remember, I’ve told you that you have a tendency to fall hard and fast.”
“I don’t think it’s that. I think I can feel it coming on when it happens.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. I felt that you were somewhat zoned out while I flogged you, but you came back to me towards the end.”
I considered what he was saying as I flexed my fists at my sides and then shook out my arms. I was starting to feel warmer next to him.
“But also, I think it’s simply a matter of a loss of touch, Ryan. Your body craves it and needs it. It gets small tastes and teases of it, and falls in love with it. Then when the connection is broken, you feel it.”
That made sense too.
“Come on, in the warm shower,” he swatted my ass.
I walked into the shower and stood under the waterfall that fell from the ceiling. While I watched him undress completely, a wave of chills came over me. I pulled my eyes away from his dick and when I looked at Russell, he was looking at me. I quickly looked down and turned to face the shower gel on the shelf. Even though I wasn’t facing him, I could tell when he stepped into the huge shower with me.
He walked behind me to get to the shower gel and sponges. I couldn’t stop staring at the sponge he had bought for me; mine was navy blue and his was dark gray. Russell picked the navy blue sponge up and held it under the water, then he applied the shower gel that was mine. The entire time, I just stared like an idiot. Did he want me to wash him? Should I? I started to reach for the dark gray sponge, but his voice halted me.
“Don’t over think, Ryan. Just relax. Lean forward with your forearms on the wall.”
I faced the rock wall of his shower and raised my forearms to lean my weight against. I should wash him after he washes me. That would be the considerate thing to do. Unless he was going to fuck me.
Was he going to fuck me?
Of course he was. He invited me to stay the weekend with him.
I jumped just before one of his hands curled around my shoulder.
“I’m just cleaning you, my boy. I’ll get some lotion on your back when we get out.”
The sponge touched my back and Russell began pressing it against my back. He would press it on a spot and then roll it from side to side. It dawned on me that he was doing that because of the marks he had left from the flogging. A regular rubbing motion of the sponge would probably have hurt or at least been uncomfortable.
Russell took his time and washed me all over. It felt good to be washed and taken care of. He stood to my side and took hold of my dick with a lathered hand while he continued to move the sponge against the top of my ass. Fuck, it felt good. I lowered my head so I could watch him clean my shaft.
“Mmm,” I murmured. I don’t know how he heard that, but he did.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Ryan?”
“Yeah,” I rasped.
“Nothing wrong with feeling good.”
“No,” I agreed.
