14
Russell
Iwoke up by six a.m. and pulled the blanket up around us. Thankfully, Ryan slept well last night, and I was confident that the effects of his drop lessened considerably overnight. Knowing that we needed to get up soon, I stretched and enjoyed a few extra moments under the blanket with Ryan.
Black Friday.
It had been a longtime holiday of its own to my mother. Even if she never purchased anything, she and my aunts always went out for the day. They’d shop, have lunch, and walk around or shop some more. They loved the holiday season and seeing the department store decorations along with the holiday displays of the mall. Last night, before everyone left, my mother arranged for my aunts to go shopping today with me and Ryan.
Ryan avoided shopping like the plague. Taking him into a store to get some clothing was like dragging a child out for school clothes. Today would take extra patience on his part, but I had an idea on how to get him started on the right foot. Under the blanket, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, and I stroked him until the smile spread across his face.
“Mmm, Russell,” he murmured softly.
The sounds Ryan would make when he was turned on, often drove me wild. I pressed my erection against his side while my hand moved up and down his hard cock. There was no doubt that I was going to fuck him later, but instead of him coming on the sheets, I decided I would take him into my mouth to finish him. Ryan never asked for it, but it was something he did enjoy from time to time.
“We don’t have a lot of time, Ryan. My aunts will be here within the hour for the shopping trip,” I warned.
Ryan smiled, and when he started to roll over to get on his knees, I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back down. I pulled the blankets away, revealing his hard cock with the crimson head, and moved between his legs. I thought he thought I was going to do him in this position, so it was a huge surprise to him when I laid on my stomach.
With his shaft in my hand, I stroked him while I licked, kissed, and lightly sucked his balls. Knowing we didn’t have a ton of time to spare, I took his cock into my mouth rather quickly. While I worked my mouth on him, his legs moved on either side of me as he tried to find a comfortable position. His hands finally gripped the sheets for a lack of knowing what else to do with them. The noises he made mixed with his quiet swearing were music to my ears.
“Fuck, Russell,” Ryan hissed as he looked down his chest and abdomen at me. I put my hand on his abs and felt how tight they were. “Russell, I’m going to come,” he warned.
“Come, Ryan.”
I ran my tongue along the underside of his crown, causing him to lose control. While he shot warm jets of cum into my mouth, I slowly moved my lips down his shaft, licking him as I went. I kept my mouth on him, nursing him back down to a softer state. His tight body had relaxed, and he laid in bed staring at me with a delirious grin on his face.
“Thank you, Russell.” He lifted his hand from the sheets and tenderly ran the back of his hand against my cheek. “That was amazing. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome, my boy.” I pushed myself up onto my knees and slapped the outside of his thighs. “Let’s go grab a quick shower,” I said.
“Wait.” Ryan looked down at my hard-on. “What about you? I need—”
When he made a move toward my cock, I took hold of his biceps and pulled him into an embrace. I kissed him and hugged him tightly.
“You need to do nothing, Ryan. Everything doesn’t need to be reciprocated; you know that. I did that not because I expected anything from you in return. I did that because I want to make you feel good.”
“But I like making you come.”
“I know you do, and trust me, I love it too. Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up tonight.” I kissed his cheek, making sure I got one of his dimples. I could tell he was smiling by the way his skin moved beneath my lips. “Let’s get ready and have a good day out.”
Despite being pressed for time, I still made the most out of our shower by keeping my hands on him nearly the entire time. He was all smiles and affectionate. Showing affection wasn’t easy for Ryan, but when he did, it warmed my heart.
“Make sure you wear an undershirt beneath your shirt and tuck it in,” I called out to him as I shaved.
He was in our room getting dressed. Ryan appeared in the doorway to the bathroom wearing red and black plaid boxer briefs and blue and gray socks with polar bears ice skating. In his hands he held his base layer tights. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the bulge in his underwear, though.
“You look very festive already,” I commented.
“Thank you! Not that anyone will see my underwear, but I’d feel better knowing that I kicked off the holiday season with festive underwear,” he joked. “Do I need to wear my warm pants under my jeans?”
“We’ll be inside, mostly. As long as you can make it from the car to the stores, you’ll be fine. I want you to tuck in the undershirt, though, so the draft doesn’t chill you.”
“Undershirt?” Ryan dramatically rolled his eyes. “Who said I was wearing an undershirt? Those are for kids and people who have to wear button-down dress shirts and ties.”
I took a step away from the bathroom counter and raised my eyebrow as I looked at him.
“I mean, I’ll wear another shirt under things, but does it have to be a white one? I don’t even think I packed white ones, come to think of it. Oh! I packed gray ones! You can turn around now and go back to making your face presentable.”
