His hand gravitated closer to it, but then hesitated. He flattened his hand against my body near the base of my cock. He’s stroked me many times before, and while this wasn’t new to him, the atmosphere was. In the back of my mind were reminders that Ryan had been forced into group settings before, but he seemed focused on me.
As with many times, a little encouragement is sometimes all he needs. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and slowly stroked up and down. I avoided the head because I was already teetering dangerously close to coming. It only took another moment or two before he moved his hand toward my cock and touched the base with his index finger. When Ryan felt ready, he wrapped his hand around the base, and he stroked upward below my hand. We repeated this process together until I removed my hand and wrapped it around his hand. I let his hand take the lead. Mine was simply there to support him and give him confidence. When I let go of his hand completely, he continued on his own.
“Good boy, Ryan,” I praised, and ignored Claire’s laughter.
Each stroke took me closer and closer to coming, but I knew that I could control myself until he was ready.Ifhe was ready. A few times he leaned forward, but then pulled his head back. When he pulled back, I could see a shadow briefly cross his face.Don’t go there, my boy. Stay here with me.He blinked past whatever had dashed through his mind, leaned forward again, but then pulled back. Ryan kept dropping his other hand down to adjust himself, and for a moment I thought that might be distracting to him or even uncomfortable.
“Ryan, you may touch yourself. I know you’re hard.”
I thought that perhaps if he heard me tell him that it was okay, that he would relax a little more. He shook his head and then lowered it. I could feel his warm breath against my cock. It felt exquisite. I wanted to close my eyes and savor every second, but I wouldn’t dare do that. I’d miss seeing him experience this.
His tongue came out and he flattened it against the base of my cock. At his leisure, he licked my shaft and peppered in some kisses that drove me crazy. His eyes occasionally darted up to mine, showing me how proud of himself he was. He licked all over my shaft, pushing me closer and closer.
Ryan’s hand moved from the base of my cock and palmed over my damp tip. He pulled that hand away completely, dropping it to between his body and the couch. As he took hold of the base of my cock with his other hand, his “clean” hand, he brought his head closer to my tip and licked it. I realized immediately how much that meant. He closed his mouth around the crown and kept his eyes on my chest as his mouth slid down my shaft. When he reached a comfortable point, he looked up at me.
“Good boy, Ryan. You feel incredible,” I praised.
As best as he could, he smiled with a mouth full of my cock. The sight of Ryan at that moment made it difficult to contain myself. While he worked on my cock, I faintly heard Daniel coming and a comment from Claire that pissed me off.
“Now,that’sa good boy,” she said just loud enough for me to hear as she referred to Jeremy.
“Ryan, undo your pants and stroke yourself,” I instructed.
He wasted no time and momentarily let go of my cock so he could unbuckle his belt and lower his pants just enough. Ryan nearly undid me as he tightened his lips around the head of my cock while he quickly unbuckled his pants. His mouth began to work a little quicker when his left hand returned to hold my stiff cock. Though my focus was on his mouth and eyes, I could also see his right arm jacking himself.
“Slow your hand, Ryan. Enjoy it.”
I wanted to run my hands all over his body. I simply could not get enough of him. Ryan glanced at me and then moved his hand from my shaft and pushed my shirt up to my chest. His strong hand grasped my chest muscle, igniting the fire that burns within me for him.
“Ryan,” I called. His brown eyes immediately found mine and I couldn’t help but smile at him. As much as I didn’t want him to stop, I was going to come. I owed it to him to tell him so he could move away, only, he wasn’t moving. Perhaps he was unclear what I had insinuated by saying his name. “Ryan, I’m going to come, my boy.”
His eyes were determined. He gave me a quick nod and then moved his mouth slowly down my shaft. Ryan let go of my chest and took hold of the base of my cock again. The change most likely gave him a better sense of control.
As difficult as it was to keep myself from closing my eyes, I kept them open and on Ryan as I emptied into his mouth. The orgasmic waves kept coming and Ryan had reached his limit. Ryan’s hands both grabbed my calves. His eyes closed tightly, and his head stilled.My boy.
“Ryan, let me see your eyes, my boy,” I said as I sat up, slowly pulling myself out of his mouth.
“Uh-oh.That’sembarrassing,” Claire mumbled.
Strands of cum kept us linked together until his mouth clamped shut. His nostrils flared as he tried to breathe. I said his name two more times while my hands framed his head before he engaged and opened his eyes. His eyes were on my chest.Praise him. Calm him. Get him to a private place away from Claire.
“Good boy, Ryan.”
Ryan slowly brought his eyes up to mine, cum still dripped from his chin. His eyes spoke a million apologies before he looked down. He tucked his chin down, against his body and opened his mouth, letting the remaining cum trickle out.
“Such a waste,” Claire said before standing and walking away from the couch. Anger scorched my veins that she had the audacity to pull that shit.
“Ryan,” I said calmly and applied some pressure to his head, gently guiding it upward to look at me. I felt him resist, but he eventually relented and let me raise his head.
His eyes were sad. He felt ashamed and defeated.
I held his head still, leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. My kiss was met with more resistance as he whispered against my mouth, “Please don’t. I’m dirty.” I kissed him deeply, making sure that I moved my tongue all over the inside of his mouth. I wanted him to see with my actions that I didn’t find him dirty, disgusting, repulsive or any of the negative things that he was thinking about himself. And I also wanted to help extract the cum so that he would stay here with me, and not slip backward.
“You’re not dirty, Ryan. Nothing about you is dirty. What we just shared, wasn’t dirty,” I said before I pressed my lips against his softly. “I’d like to take you outside and relax with you. I’m going to help you stand, alright?”
He nodded and kept his eyes on my chest. Ryan sat back on his heels to give me room to stand. I quickly tucked myself back into my pants and buttoned them. That was good enough for now; Ryan was my priority. I took hold of his biceps and as I helped him stand, his jeans slid lower, revealing the bright blue jockstrap that he was wearing. I paused as I marveled at the blue fabric that I knew he had worn just for me. The band of the strap rested against the base of his semi-hard cock from when he was stroking himself.God, I loved this young man.
When Ryan moved to reach for his pants, I moved quickly and took hold of the band of the jockstrap. I pulled the front of the jockstrap up so his cock would be comfortable when his pants were back in place. The wet spot against his lower abdomen hadn’t escaped my notice either. I pulled his jeans up, buttoned and zipped them, then buckled his belt. His hand gravitated towards his abdomen and I covered his hand with mine. Ryan’s cheeks were bright red and his face was flushed.
