7
Russell
Iglanced at the clock on the nightstand. The glowing red digits said it was seven fifty in the morning. Due to the time change, our bodies still thought it was just ten till seven. Lazily, I stroked Ryan’s stomach as he slept. I was grateful he slept as soundly as he had last night.
My fingers traced the grooves of his abs as he began to stir. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head, knocking them against the headboard. When he opened his eyes, they instantly found mine. Ryan’s smile touched his eyes, reassuring me he felt good.
“Morning,” I said before leaning over to kiss him.
“Morning,” he said energetically. He popped up on his knees and reached over to slap and grip my chest playfully. “Come on, Russell! Let’s go hiking!”
Ryan vigorously jumped out of bed and hurried to his suitcase to retrieve his clothes. I sat up in bed and enjoyed the view of him standing naked in front of the suitcase. I could spend the day ravishing him, but I’d save that for tonight. He was eager to see the arches and go hiking. After all, I managed to keep him settled and sitting in one place for almost eight hours yesterday. He was a ball of energy and needed to move today.
“I brought my shorts to wear hiking,” he announced and turned around to show me.
It hadn’t mattered to me what shorts he held in his hands. My peripheral vision told me they were navy shorts of some kind. More importantly, my eyes focused on his semi-erection. The sight of him as he rambled on about his shorts and sweatshirt about did me in. I saw it as an opportunity and seized it.
“Your shorts and sweatshirt will be perfect. Set them on the dresser and come here,” I instructed.
I remained sitting on the edge of the bed and widened my feet so he would know I expected him to stand in front of me, between my legs. With his cock bobbing, he walked over and stood where I had wanted him to. I spit on my hand before I wrapped it around his shaft. Just as I had hoped, he was very responsive.
“Mmm,” he moaned as he closed his eyes.
All it took was a few strokes before he was fully erect. I loved that his body responded so well to my touch. While I slowly stroked him from root to tip, I gripped his right ass cheek. It hadn’t escaped my notice that he was trying to push his groin forward, hoping for more friction.
My goal was to get him excited but not let him come. I wanted him to sit on the edge all day.
“Does this feel good, Ryan?”
“Mhmm,” he mumbled.
“You feel good in my hands,” I told him.
“Good. I like being in your hands.”
I gave his butt a few firm slaps before I stood. I continued to slowly stroke him as I kissed him. I slapped his ass again when I broke the kiss.
“My hands were meant for you.” I'd let go of his cock and put my hand on his stomach. “Let’s get some food and go check out the arches.” I let my hand drag across his abdomen as I walked toward my suitcase.
“Man! You’re going to leave me hanging like that?” Ryan laughed as he went to get his clothes off the dresser.
“I don’t think you were hanging,” I said as I turned to face him. “You look perfectly upright, my boy.”
“Maybe I’ll just go jack off in the bathroom,” he playfully threatened, which made me laugh out loud.
“You wouldn’t do that,” I replied as I collected my clothes.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“What makes you so sure?” he asked.
With my boxer briefs in hand, I walked toward him on my way to the bathroom.
“Because you’re mine. And you’d wait hours until I was ready to let you come rather than taking matters into your own hand.” I slapped his chest and went into the bathroom.
I wasn’t worried about Ryan jacking himself off. He’d wait all day for me to tell him to come. He’d wait.
