Fuck, it felt incredible. He wasn’t even full on stroking me, he was just slowly moving his hand up and down my shaft working the suds in. My hard on from the play room returned and now I was fully erect. I closed my eyes and focused on his hand. Russell worked me at his pace, but damn, it was a fine pace.
“Part your legs a bit, Ryan.”
Yes, I could part them. Just don’t fucking stop, I wanted to say. I took a small step to the side and glanced to my right when I heard a sloshing noise. He had tossed my sponge onto the bench at the other end. My focus went back to his hand as he continued to clean me, though, as this point, he wasn’t really cleaning me. I was clean by now.
Russell widened his stance next to me, causing his balls and quickly firming dick to press against the side of my upper leg and hip. I felt fingers from his other hand push between my ass cheeks.Fuck.Russell continued to stroke me to the point of me nearly coming. He pressed a finger against my hole.
“Mmm,” I groaned.
I started to roll my shoulders and head as best as I could. My left hand was starting to bother me, but I didn’t want this feeling to end. I opened and closed my fist a few times, hoping it would wake up. I had grown annoyed and frustrated lately with my hand because it seems to fall asleep and get cold for no reason. Now was not the time.
“Relax, Ryan.”
I closed my eyes and willed myself to relax as much as possible. My dick was so hard and the skin felt as though it was pulled tight. As Russell pushed one of his thick fingers in, I clenched both of my hands, hoping for a release. His hand on my dick continued to stroke while the finger remained still. I wasn’t going to be able to hold it back. I dropped my head again to watch.
“Russell,” I blurted.
“Yes, my boy?”
I couldn’t find the right words, or any words for that matter. Russell knew how to help me find them though.
“Tell me what you need, Ryan.”
“To come…please,” I panted.
Please, I silently begged.
“Sir…please,” I pleaded.
I turned my head to look at him. He leaned in and I met him halfway. Ours mouths were locked and his tongue tried to push mine around, but I held my own. Russell gripped my dick firmly and then pushed his finger in deep, sending me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth and gave up on trying to push at his tongue as my cum shot onto the shower wall.
“That’s it, Ryan. That’s it,” he encouraged.
I was exhausted. He slowly brought me down and stroked me tenderly until my dick was soft and balls were empty. My legs quivered as I watched Russell grab my sponge and clean my dick again. When he finished, he let go of me and told me to stand under the spray of the water to rinse off. While I rinsed, he began to quickly wash himself.
No.
I was supposed to do that. I took a step closer to him and stared at the sponge in his hand. I’m a terrible sub or partner.
“Relax, stay under the water flow. I won’t be long,” Russell said and leaned forward to kiss me.
“But, I wanted to help. You take care of me. I am capable of washing you too,” I offered.
“I know you’re capable, Ryan, and I love it when you do things for me. But right now, I’m eager to get you in my bed.”
I took a step back and stood under the warm water as Russell had asked me to. It felt good because I could feel the cold chill coming again.
Did Claire need constant directions and reminders like I do?
Did Russell have to repeat himself with her?
Was she more behaved than I was?
Was I really a behavioral problem?
Was Claire better than me?
Was Russell getting frustrated with me?
