9
Ryan
It took me over an hour to prepare myself before I left the house. I took a shower and got dressed and waited, but no matter what I did, or thought, or tried not to think, my c**k wouldn’t go down. Travis would always let me come at night, sometimes by sucking me off or by pouring oil on my c**k and giving me a slow, but firm, hand job—after he was completely satisfied, that is.
Or there would be times he just wanted to watch. He would order me spread my legs in front of him and play with myself until I shot thick ropes of c*m into the air and all over my chest. He always does it—gives me my release. It’s something I wait for all day long.
But he told me right from the beginning, I’m not allowed to make myself come when I’m home alone. He says he has to know that he can trust me
