It didn’t take me longer than a few seconds before I shot jizz onto one of the wooden slats. As soon as I came, my ass gripped the fuck out of his dick.
“Mmm, Ryan,” Russell hissed while he unloaded inside me.
I was too overwhelmed with sensory overload to speak. His thrusts slowed considerably, and his hands loosened their grip on my sides. I felt dirty and sexy as fuck while he showed me who owned me.
“That’s it, my dirty boy. Take every last drop.”
As my mind started to go backward, Russell patted my side, reminding me who I was with. Often, Russell would say phrases that I had heard before from people who didn’t give a fuck about me. Whenever he’d say the familiar phrases, though, it was never out of hate or disgust. He understood more about me than I did.
He knew that dirty talk turned me on along with humiliation, and he had said that saying familiar phrases to me could be healing. He explained that even though whatever the phrase was, coming from him could help me feel okay and not guilty about liking it. My parents repeatedly called me a dirty boy, making me feel disgusted with myself. But when Russell called me a dirty boy, it made me feel completely different.
Russell was the only person I’d ever trusted to humiliate me like this and at the same time, encourage my dirty side to soar. He could play dirty with me and make me feel filthy, but when it was all said and done, I knew he truly loved me.
“Still with me, my boy?”
And there it was;my boy.
Two small words that made me feel like a million bucks and meant everything to me.
I was his.
He wanted me.
He loved me.
“I am,” I said with confidence, shaking foggy visions of my dad from my mind.
“Good boy.”
When Russell withdrew, he tucked himself back into his pants as he walked to the fence. Before he untied me, though, he took a handful of my hair and pulled me closer to kiss me.
“I love you, Ryan,” he said while looking into my eyes.
“I love you too. And thank you for introducing me to ‘taking me out around the back’ and putting some Midwest in me,” I teased.
Russell patted my cheek and laughed. As soon as he untied me, he rubbed my wrists before helping me pull up my underwear, the base layer pants, and then my jeans. We stayed in the barn for a little bit longer to catch our breaths some.
“Your face has that freshly fucked look,” Russell commented as we left the barn.
“Shit. Seriously?” I asked and reached for my face.
“It’s fine, Ryan. Your face is flushed, but my parents won’t think of it as being anything other than being cold.”
“I’m definitely not cold right now.”
“You’ll tell me the moment you start to feel cold, okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed. I knew he was trying to make me aware of dropping. Whenever he used the belt, or strap, I usually did drop.
“How are those ass cheeks doing?”
“Warm.” I laughed.
We spent the rest of the afternoon inside helping his mom get things ready for dinner. I couldn’t keep myself from thinking about how much I felt like I needed to go take a shower to clean myself. Every chance Russell had, though, he’d touch me in some way. I knew it was his way of needing to be close to me to help keep me grounded. And to be honest, I craved the warmth of his touch. Even though he touched me often, it was just for a short while, leaving me wanting more. Ineededmore. It made me a bit nervous because I was able to recognize that I needed it. I usually didn’t.
