“Follow me, my boy,” I instructed.
I knew Daniel and Jeremy had left the sitting area, though when they left, I wasn’t sure. But as soon as I walked around the couch, Daniel stood there with a warm smile, holding Ryan’s t-shirt out for me. I nodded my gratitude to Daniel and turned to hand it to Ryan. As he pulled it on, over his shoulder I could see Claire. She stood on the opposite side of the room, shaking her head with a smug expression on her face. When she saw me glaring at her, she made a big production of laughing and then covering her mouth.
“Russell,” Daniel said my name, thankfully pulling my attention back to where it needed to be. “Jeremy has some water and towel outside.”
“Thank you, my friend.”
I nodded again and asked Ryan to follow me again. When I reached the patio door, I realized that Daniel had fallen into step behind Ryan. I led Ryan to a patio lounger that was across from the one Jeremy sat on. When Jeremy saw us approaching, he moved from the lounger to sit on a folded towel. Daniel resumed his place on the lounger with his feet on either side of Jeremy. I picked up one of the folded towels that sat on the empty lounger and set it on the ground for Ryan. I knew that Ryan felt the safest and most at ease between my feet.
As Ryan took a seat and I took mine, I noticed there was a damp hand towel sitting atop a dry one. It made me feel good to know that Daniel and Jeremy were there for us and supported us tonight. I looked at Daniel and then at Jeremy before I nodded my silent thanks with the wet towel in my hand. Ryan was on his knees facing me, but his eyes were focused on my abdomen.
“Tilt your chin up, Ryan,” I said calmly. He did as I had asked him, and I began to slowly wipe my dried cum off his face and chin. I remembered that he let a lot run down his chin to his chest, so I tugged on his shirt. “Lift your shirt so I can wipe off your chest, Ryan.” I made sure to phrase it as me needing to wipe him off rather than to clean him off. Cleaning would instantly cause a negative thought in his mind.
“Thank you, Sir,” Ryan whispered as I leaned forward and wiped off his stomach.
“You’re very welcome, my boy.”
Jeremy was facing Ryan while Daniel rubbed on his shoulders. My boy was emotionally drained. Ryan rested his head on my leg while I stroked his hair. As Daniel spoke quietly to Jeremy, I began a quiet conversation with Ryan.
“The blue jockstrap was a nice surprise, Ryan.”
“I wanted to make you happy and thought it would make you smile and know that I was trying.”
“You made me very happy and very proud tonight.”
“I knew you’d like the jockstrap,” he replied with a smile.
He had missed my point though.
“Not just the jockstrap, Ryan.” I paused for a moment so it would hopefully sink in. He kept his head resting against my leg, but his eyes looked up at me. “You made me happy and proud. You have a generous heart and I am grateful that you share it with me.” I ran my thumb along his puffy lips that had been wrapped around my cock. “And these puffy lips you’re sporting, pleases me.”
A content smile spread across his face and I found it to be progress that he hadn’t brought up something negative. I didn’t want him to say that he failed or messed up, because nothing could have been further from the truth.
Ryan was programmed to not accept compliments, and often I needed to spell it out for him. And I had no problem spending the rest of my life doing so.
