Phiz had drawn his mouth off Bryan’s softening cock, but remained kneeling at
his feet.
“You
may stand.”
Phiz
climbed to his feet awkwardly. He glanced at Bryan, his gaze a little
unfocussed. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his chest and throat. Then he
gave a smile, broad and beautiful.
Bryan
smiled back, never more content in his life. But he didn’t want it to end. He
pulled his pyjama bottoms back up and sharpened his tone. “That wasn’t at all
bad. I was already excited, of course. You may have to work harder in future.”
Phiz
bit back his smile. “I’d like to, sir.” The position of his swollen erection
inside his briefs looked painful.
“Did
I say you could speak?”
“No.
But I—”
“Phiz,
that’s enough.” Bryan tried for that mix of command and instruction that Phiz
had said he enjoyed. It came far more naturally than he’d ever dared hope.
“Change places with me and put your hands against the wall.”
Phiz