12
Russell
As I saton the couch, his hand nervously rubbed my erection through my pants. Watching him as he found his comfort zone warmed my heart. His trust in me has grown and is evident with his movements. The way he dealt with his modesty and insecurity made me smile. He placed his arm on my leg and leaned his head against it to mask Jeremy’s view, as if he was bringing his head up to look to see what Ryan was doing. He was safe from most eyes.
With the exception of Claire’s. I tensed when I made eye contact with her across the room and hoped that Ryan didn’t feel it or notice it. Claire licked her lips as her eyes bore through Ryan to my crotch.
While Ryan rubbed on me, I was able to shake Claire off and maintain somewhat of the conversation with Daniel with regards to his new SUV, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t difficult. I was certain that Daniel knew and understood that my attention had rightfully shifted.
Occasionally, Ryan would bring his eyes up to mine to see if he could tell that what he was doing was acceptable.It was more than acceptable.
“Good boy, Ryan,” I praised.
He knelt between my legs and flicked those big brown eyes up at me. One side of his mouth turned upward into a small smile.That’s right, my boy, keep touching.I would have been perfectly content and happy if Ryan continued touching and exploring at his own pace.
“You may stroke yourself if you’d like, Jeremy,” Daniel encouraged Jeremy just to the side of us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jeremy rise up on his knees, lower his pants, and began to stroke himself all while not moving his head from Daniel’s cock. I rubbed on Ryan’s arm and upper back, but it didn’t satisfy my urge to touch him more intimately. I splayed my hand on his upper back and applied a little pressure so he would know that I wanted him to remain still. Leaning forward, I reached down to palm his crotch. He was rock hard.
“Enjoying yourself, Ryan?” I murmured.
Ryan nodded and tried pushing his groin against my hand. I leaned back and immensely enjoyed every moment of his hand on me. As minutes ticked by, Ryan’s hand grew bolder. He looked up at me every few minutes to check for signs that I wasn’t pleased. Words could not describe how pleased I was with him right now.
He held my gaze a little longer as his hand lingered over the fly of my pants. When I didn’t move, he took hold of the zipper and raised his eyebrows. He paused and waited to be pushed away.That would never happen.
While I wanted him to do as he pleased, I had to keep in mind our atmosphere. We were surrounded by my friends, which was encouraging. But Claire’s presence hadn’t escaped my notice either. Out of the corner of my eye, she sauntered closer. Even though I kept my eyes on Ryan, I could see her moving closer and closer. Claire sat down on the couch just on the other side of the coffee table separating us.How dare she?I wouldn’t look at her and give her the satisfaction that she disrupted my time with Ryan, for yet, the second time.
Bravery and desire clearly reflected in Ryan’s eyes and all of his attention was on me…just where I wanted it. When he let go of my zipper, I reached forward and took hold of his jaw. I searched his eyes for anything that would tell me that he was doing this out of pressure.
“Ryan, I want to hear from you that you’re doing this because you want to and not from watching others.”
His eyes flicked to the left where Jeremy was blowing Daniel.
“Eyes here, Ryan,” I instructed and waited.
“Sor—” he began but quickly caught himself and the apology he almost uttered.
Just as he caught himself, Claire cleared her throat. Ryan’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t look away.
“Good boy.”
“I want to, Russell,” he murmured quietly.
When I smiled at him, I hoped he could feel all of the love I felt for him. I took hold of his play collar and tugged him closer. I leaned forward and got close to his ear.
“I love you, Ryan. Go at your pace, my boy.”
I leaned back against the cushion, unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned my pants. Ryan found his comfort zone again and went back to rubbing and stroking me over my pants. My pulse raced, eager to feel his bare hand on my flesh. Eventually, he went back to my zipper, and when he pulled it down, I helped him move the flaps of my pants out of his way. His hand continued to explore and trace the outline of my erection over my boxer briefs. Ryan’s face lit up with a smile and his dimples appeared when he found the small wet spot on my underwear. If I wasn’t mistaken, it was a smile of pride.
Knowing how Ryan’s mind works, I knew that he had a bunch of questions and scenarios about what’s next running through his head that were causing commotion. And he didn’t need commotion. To alleviate most of the current noise in his head, I pulled my cock out from my underwear. My cock ached badly for him…my entire body ached badly for him.
A sound of admiration came from the other side of the coffee table. Fucking Claire.
“Mmm,” Claire said in an obnoxious tone.
Ryan started to turn his head, but I stopped him.
“Focus here, Ryan. This is all that matters, my boy.”
