Tucker
I enjoyed watching Ryan get flustered like that. I knew what I was doing to him, and the feelings were mutual. It reminded me of how we were back in high school, when we first started flirting with each other.
Just thinking about the way things used to be between us made me rock hard. It felt so good to be alive like that again.
I decided to take a nap and see what dreams may come. I used to hate sleep, but thanks to Morgan, I no longer dreaded it. And I had a feeling I would find a way of relieving myself with Ryan so much on my mind.
I made my way to my room and asked Morgan to lay on the floor. It would be awkward with her looking at me. I closed the wooden blinds, undressed, and carefully walked to the bed.
I laid there underneath the thin covers, eyes shut, my hand slowly working on my length. It didn’t take me long before I was fantasizing about Ryan, about finally having him. We never went all the way in high school. I had a faint hope that maybe we would finally connect in that way now.
I imagined him close to me, in my arms, his body warm, his lips soft. I imagined what I had always wanted to do to him, the same thing I suspected he wanted me to do too.
Within moments my hand had me exploding in relief. I hadn’t realized how much I had needed that. And yet I yearned for more, for the real thing.
It didn’t take long after that before I drifted off to sleep. Morgan jumped up on the bed and woke me with a bark. I quickly turned to look at the clock and realized Tony would be arriving soon. It was past lunch time.
I went to the bathroom, washed up, got dressed again, and walked into the living room in search of my cane. Once I found it, I immediately went back to relying on it, as my leg was acting up.
Morgan needed time outside, so I grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen and took her out back from the kitchen door. We spent some time in the garden together, playing catch until Tony arrived.
The session went slow. Apparently I did too much without the cane, and I was duly chastised by Tony for it.
We ended up making it a short session, which left me bored and wanting to talk with Ryan.
I kicked back on the sofa and gave him a call. It was late afternoon, and I hoped he wasn’t too busy.
“Hello?”
“Hey. Just wanted to hear your voice. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
Ryan paused. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a therapy session right now?”
“Tony cut it short. I apparently did too much without my cane and was chewed out for it.”
“Ah ha. So this Tony wasn’t happy with you, huh?”
“Not one bit. Did I catch you at a bad time?” I could hear a vacuum in the background.
“No, no. Sarah, my maid, is here. She’s about done and I was just catching up on bills, but I can do that any time.”
“Well, I was just thinking about you.”
“Oh yeah?” Ryan’s breathing sounded suddenly harder. “What were you thinking about?”
I started blushing. “Things.”
“Hang on a sec. I have to go to another room where I can hear you better.” I heard rustling sounds, then the background noise stopped. “What things?”
“I’m embarrassed to say.” I scooted back farther on the sofa, fulling reclining now.
“You know I missed you all of those years.”
“I missed you too, Ryan.”
“I meant what I said that Sunday. I still love you.”
“I believe you. You’ve done so much for me. And I realized recently that I never stopped loving you either.”
That seemed to leave him breathless. Eventually he managed to ask, “So was that what you were thinking about?”
“In a way.”
I heard some noise. “You know you can tell me anything, Tucker.”
“I had to take care of things after you left this morning, if you get my meaning.”
There was silence for a few moments. “That’s funny. You also left me feeling rather… well, you know. But Sarah’s here cleaning so I had to behave.”
“Aw, now that’s not right. We need to do something about that.”
“Hang on a sec.” I heard him put the phone down, followed by a door opening and voices. Then he returned. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“Sarah left.”
“Good. Now where are you?”
“I’m sitting on the love seat in my bedroom.”
“Okay, then I want you to sit back, open your jeans, and slip your hand inside.”
His breath halted for a moment. “Only if you’re doing the same thing.”
“Oh yeah, I already am.”
“Good.”
“Now imagine I’m with you, and your hand is really my hand. And imagine I’m kissing you. My kisses move slowly from your lips, down to your neck. I suck on your neck just a bit. Do you like that?”
“Yes, very much.”
“My hand is touching you, working you up into a hot hard rod. My kisses trail down from your neck to your chest. Now tell me, do you feel like coming?”
“Yes…”
“Well, don’t. I’m not done with you yet.” I played with myself while I continued.
“Okay. But hurry.”
I chuckled. “When we do this for real, there’ll be no hurrying. Only savoring after all our years of waiting. But for this moment, I’ll make an exception. Now, imagine my kisses are trailing down your chest, going down, and farther down, all the while my hand is working you, up and down, harder and faster.”
He was breathing really heavy now. “Oh god.”
My breathing was getting heavy too. “Oh yes, you know what I’m getting ready to do, don’t you? Do you want my mouth on you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, my mouth is now on you, slowly taking you in. You can feel my tongue licking you, as I move my mouth up and down.” I heard him groan. “Now wait for me, Ryan. We’ll come together.”
“Please, Tucker,”
I was close to coming myself, so I spoke softly, “All right now, here we go. Ryan, my mouth is moving faster, you feel the wet warmth of it. I’m gently fondling and pulling your balls. And now I take all of you in, to the hilt, and you finally release what you have been holding back all these years.” I came as I said that. I am pretty sure he heard me, because his groans were in unison with mine.
“Tucker, god!”
I smiled, then decided I would end the call there. It would give us plenty to think about until Sunday. “See you soon, my Ryan.”
I hung up.
How would we survive Sunday brunch at my parents house now?