Bigrig Ch. 07

Jonathan pressed his cheek against the hand. His eyes closed, he reveled in the warmth of his touch for the moment. It almost seemed so warm that it might scorch his flesh. But the youth knew better. It was his steamy desire that was causing him to sense such.

"Yer needin' some attention, aren'tchya?" he smiled faintly.

"Yes, I am…" The youth returned, opening his eyes to look up at him. he grinned as he saw Tony looking down at the tent that was so very obvious. "I wantchya to hold me and touch me, fuck the shit outta me." He volunteered.

Tony chuckled. "I heard from a birdie that you might get to go home t'day. If you'll hang in there, I'll do all that for ya." He whispered.

"I am so hard, Tony." Jonathan informed him then.

"I know, baby… but…."

"Tony… please…" Jonathan begged now.

"Shit, baby…" the man looked up toward the door not able to resist the temptation any longer. He eased a hand beneath the blanket and sheet, finding the kid's thigh quickly.

When his hand moved upward finding its goal, he found that Jonathan was indeed, needing some special attention. Due to the fact that it was so very distinctly seen, that was so irrelevant.

The soft velvety flesh and rigid shaft was fully erect, as he enclosed his hand about it. Now, he just had to do something about this. He couldn't stand it.

He heard the soft moan the youth responded with, as his hand moved up over the shaft. A gentle smile gracing his lips, he continued to watch the door and work the lad at the same time. Slowly, he grasped the member beginning to stroke him leisurely. Right away, Jonathan started moving his hips with his rhythm.

Tony quickly upped the pace for the kid's sake. He could feel the muscles in his thigh tensing gradually. It wouldn't be long before the youth was spilling his guts. So, he consciously worked the kid toward that end.

"Relax, baby… you'll tear yer stitches…" he whispered to the youth.

Still, his mind was also conjuring visions of the two of them together, when they get home. He imagined the feel of Jonathan beneath his strong hard body, would be so nice and soft. The tenderness of his young flesh, would be such a delight to him. Thank goodness, he was at the age of consent.

Hearing the kid gasp suddenly, he glanced down seeing him arching his body hard toward him. The eyes were closed tight. His member was pulsing in his hand. Then he felt the warmth of his fluids seeping along his hand and fingers. The kid was fighting with all his might to remain quiet, during all of this.

Tony looked back up at the door, still stroking the youth, as the climax subsided. He worried the youth would rip something before long, he was so rigid at the moment. It was all he could do to keep from scolding Jonathan for it, really.

And when he was still again, the man removed his hand quickly slipping into the bathroom, to wash. He returned hastily to the bedside, ensuring Jonathan was covered discreetly.

"Feel better now?" He whispered to him, as he pulled the covers over his thigh.

"Yeah, thanks…" Jonathan smiled up at him.

"That did not just happen, Jonathan." Tony warned.

"I know…" The youth nodded.

"Okay, just so long as you and I are on the same sheet of music." The man smiled gently. "Why don't you get some rest. Doc'll be back soon." He advised.

"Yer a cop, aintchya?" Jonathan asked out of the blue.

"What makes you say that? I think, I already answered that question." Tony folded his arms over the railing leaning on it.

"Then how do you know about the party?" he asked.

"Hmp…" the man smiled. "You been playin' opossum." He teased. "Did it happen?"

"Yes…" the youth looked away suddenly.

"Hey, yer in good hands, kid. As long as you do what I tell ya, you'll get through this." The man stated seriously. "Now, get some rest…" He started to walk away.

"You ain't answered me…" Jonathan pressed lifting up on his elbows.

"No, and I won't… I already told ya…" Tony returned, still moving to the chair sitting. "…Sleep, kid…" He looked hard at him until Jonathan rested back on the pillow closing his eyes.