“Relax, Ryan. Just like at home,” I said as I began pushing my way inside.
He smiled and nodded, letting me know he was ready.
“Just like at our home,” he replied.
I closed my mouth on his and continued to push myself inside.
“Mmm, Russ,” Ryan partially mumbled my name against my mouth and began moving his head from side to side.
I took hold of the headboard and pulled some of my weight off of him.
“Fuck,” Ryan hissed.
I stayed still for a moment or two as we stared at one another. So much was said in our eyes. He knows I love him, and I know he loves me.
“Mmm,” Ryan moaned again and clenched the base of my cock.
When he began to move his hips, I knew he wanted me. I slapped my other hand down on his chest and gripped his chest muscle. With my left hand gripping the headboard and my right hand clutching the flesh over his heart, our bodies moved together until the love I had spilled into him.
Droplets of sweat fell from my head and landed on his face and pillow. I let go of his chest and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. I prefer to stroke him slowly, but after sprinting to the edge and then hurling myself off the cliff, I had little left in my tank. I wanted him to come while I was still inside him.
I loved watching his body squirm under me as I jacked him off. I could tell that he was holding back, waiting to hear permission.
“Come for me, Ryan,” I panted.
The room filled with a blend of swear words as they flew from Ryan’s mouth. Thick jets of cream shot from his cock, decorating his abdomen and chest. As his body relaxed, I slipped from him and leaned over to kiss him.
“I love you,” he blurted and exhaled. “I love you, Russell.”
“I love you too, my boy.”
His smile spread across his face. He loves it when I call him ‘my boy.’ He knows he’s loved, cared for, belongs to me, and is wanted.
When I sat back on my heels and looked down at Ryan, I knew that I was looking at everything that I never thought I’d find. I noticed that the shadows on the wall had moved positions, and I turned to look out the window. It was dawn!
“Ryan, have you ever watched the sun rise out of the water?”
“No.”
We both started to laugh hysterically at the irony of this.
“How does a surfer guy even admit that?” I managed to get out in between my gasping laughs.
“I’ve watched the sun settle into the ocean, but I’ve never seen it come up.”
Perfect.
“Well, let’s change that.” I slapped his legs and got off the bed.
I pulled him up and led him to the bathroom for a quick wipe down. I know how he gets with cum on him and didn’t want him outside and uncomfortable. I ran my fingertips over the red mark from my handprint that glowed from his chest. It was always a delight to see his body wearing my marks. After I cleaned up his chest and abdomen, I left the bathroom to give him some privacy.
“I’ll get you some shorts and a t-shirt to go outside in,” I called out from the bedroom.
I quickly threw on my boxer briefs and a t-shirt before I grabbed the bracelet from the nightstand. I hid it in my hand and when Ryan walked out of the bathroom, I had just picked up his boxers and a t-shirt. I handed them to him and opened the door to the balcony. Outside was a gorgeous mix of oranges and light blues that sat atop darkness.
Ryan flopped down on the small patio couch that I had on the balcony. He still had the semi-dazed, freshly fucked look on his face. Instead of sitting beside him, I sat on top of the cushions of the couch and put my legs on either side of him. As the sun began creeping out of the dark ocean, I leaned forward and rubbed my hand gently over his chest that I marked.
“Shortly after I started mentoring you, maybe after your second visit, I was quite certain that you were submissive. I knew that no one would collar you, though.” As I felt his shoulders sag, I grabbed his chest muscle and then patted it before I kissed the side of his head. “Not because you wouldn’t deserve it, but because you were mine. You were mine, Ryan.”
