Chapter 22

(Please enjoy the video of the late, great George Michael, "Father Figure.)

Kamal

My brain was telling me to slow down, to stop and think about the consequences of my actions. But my heated, frustrated body was telling me to pounce and finally claim the little beauty who has been slowly driving me to insanity ever since I laid eyes on him, that fateful night in that depressing room which served as his prison. Just the mere thought of where I'd found him and the condition he'd been in slowed my determined steps, and cooled some of the heat in my blood. It didn't fully stop me from backing him up against the wall in the hallway and caging him in with my hands resting on the wall at each side of his head.

Jameel's pretty brown eyes stared wide-eyed and expectantly up at me, and damn it all to hell, I just wanted to drown myself in his gaze. I wanted to lean forward and claim those plump, pink lips for my own. I wanted to taste the sweetness of that delectable mouth, but I 'm not sure if I'll be able to stop with only stealing a kiss. I was a full blooded young man with a strong sex drive, one that I've been neglecting for months as I helped the beauty in front of me heal from a traumatic situation no one ever had a right to be placed in.

After all this time, my body still shuddered with the thought of what this beautiful man had endured under the hands of a perverted, closeted, and cruel old man. God help me, I silently prayed for strength and the wisdom not to fuck up Jameel's impressive recovery by coming on too strong, and scaring him more than he already was about being touched intimately. The last time I allowed him to explore my body I was seconds away from coming all over myself like a prepubescent boy discovering the joys of having my dick touched for the very first time.

My body had a mind of its own, I felt myself pushing forward until my chest pressed against Jameel and I reveled in absorbing his warmth of his body through my clothes. I was desperately fighting an internal battle between my brain and my cock. Jameel did help matters when he squirmed against my bulk, bringing that slender little body of his even closer to mine. His scent surrounded and intoxicated me like hit of the purest heroin.

"Do you have any idea what it is you do me?" I quietly whispered the question mere inches from his enticing lips.

He quickly shook his head, we were so close that the tip of his cute little nose brushed against mine when his head moved from side to side. I watched in total fascination as the tip of his tongue licked along his bottom lip and a groan of pure, unadulterated lust rumbled deep in my chest. I wanted to suck that sweet appendage into my mouth and suck on it until the both of us was out of breath. Only then would I release him to further explore the sweet-smelling skin along the elegant expanse of his throat.

Releasing a heartfelt sigh full of frustration and tapping down the urge to reach down and palm my over excited erection, I managed to use my hands and push myself away from the decadent temptation standing in front of me. I'd almost succeeded with getting away but Jameel's little hands fisted in my sweater and I instantly froze in place and looked down at him.

"I really think we should call it a night and go to our separate bedrooms before things get out of hand. I not ashamed to admit that I'm on edge. I want to do things that you are not yet ready for. Sexual things that you might never be ready for ever again. I would never lay a hand on you to harm you or cause you pain." Jameel opened his mouth as if he was getting ready to say something, but I shook my head at him and continued with what I had to say.

"My touch, the feeling of my hands on the most private places of your body may trigger your fears and cause a setback in your therapy and treatment. We need to step back. I need to step back, I only have so much control and I'd die before I scare you away." I earnestly explained, almost pleading with him to agree and let me go handle my business with my right hand and copious amounts of lube.

Jameel didn't let me go, if anything, he tightened his grip on my sweater and I watched a variety of emotions churning in his expressive eyes.

"Do you remember that afternoon in your family's home when you found me in a compromising position in my bedroom, and you followed me into the bathroom afterwards?" He quietly asked.

How could I ever forget that day? The sight of him with those slender thighs spread wide open and his fingers wrapped around his cock. His pouty lips parted and wet with his chest heaving from pleasuring himself. The image would forever be locked away in my memory bank, only to be brought out time and time again whenever I needed to ease my aching cock. The almost painful hardness that only this man in front of could cause with just a look or an innocent smile.

Trying to swallow past the lump that formed in my throat, I could only nod my head, not trusting my voice to waver at the moment.

"You said that I could trust you. You said that I could explore these feelings and not to be ashamed of having them." Jameel shyly reminded me. His eyes darted away from mine for a second before he lowered his head and confessed. "Well, I want to take you up on your offer. You said that you're attracted to me, and my feelings for you have gotten stronger as time goes by. I find myself wanting to touch you and wanting you to touch me in return. My therapist said to own my feelings and that's what I'm trying to do. I want to explore like you said, without feeling like I'm being used or hurt for someone's depraved pleasures."

Drawing a deep, calming breath into my lungs and exhaling it through my mouth. I gathered Jameel's trembling form in my arms, and brought his slender frame flush against my heated body and asked. "What is it you want us to do, little one?"

"Um... I... I want to touch you. I... Um...Want feel you." He adorably stuttered and I had to bite back my smile.

"Do you want me dressed while you touch me or do you want me naked?" I couldn't help myself from asking. Jameel flushed scarlet, but he didn't back away from me.

"Naked, please." He whispered and his face even brighter shade red. The flush spread all the way to the tips of his ears and I decided to take pity on him, and not tease any more than necessary. I just needed him to learn and feel comfortable in voicing his desires. Thank god, I only had one alcoholic beverage this evening, it was not enough to alter my senses in the slightest. I needed to focus and attune myself to every one of his upcoming reactions to what we are about to do tonight.

Jameel scrunched up his nose as he thought about his response to my questions. "Your room." He replied.

"Alright then. Why don't you go change into something a little more comfortable and I'll meet you in my room in few minutes." I suggested as I took him by the hand and led him down the hall, praying all the way that I was doing the right thing. I didn't want to spook him and undo all the brilliant results of his therapy. I wondered if maybe I should have a discussion with his therapist before I allowed Jameel to have his way.

I was about to voice my thoughts when I turned to look at him, and my breath caught in my throat. My cock jerked painfully behind my zipper at the eager look of anticipation on his face. A small smile curved his plump lips, and fuck if my cock didn't throb achingly like it had its own heartbeat pounding away at a mile a minute. At this point I couldn't have denied him even if I wanted to.

Jameel smiled shyly up at me before disappearing into his room. As soon as his door shut behind him, I sprinted into my room and cut a path across the plush carpet into my en-suite master bathroom. As quickly as I could, I shed my clothes and threw the bundle into the laundry hamper and hopped into the shower. I turned the hot water taps on and grabbed my shower gel. As quickly and as thoroughly as I could, I washed myself from head to toe. I wanted this night to be as enjoyable for Jameel as I could possibly make it. I wanted to replace his horrific memories with nothing but ones of pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. I wanted every moment of tonight events to be perfect for him.

Rinsing the bath bubbles off my skin, I turned off the taps and grabbed a fluffy towel off the towel warmer and did a quick rub down before walking over to the bathroom counters. I chose one of my favorite colognes and splashed a little on my pulse points followed by a swipe of deodorant under my arm pits. I even gargled a little mouthwash and finger combed the damp strands of my hair away from my forehead.

It was now or never, I thought as I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time. My cock hadn't lost its rigid stance throughout the process of refreshing myself, and at this point, it didn't matter. I just tightened the towel around my waist and slowly made my way back into my bedroom. My steps nearly faltered a little when I saw Jameel sitting cross legged in the middle of my massive bed, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. His dainty little feet were bare and I had no idea why that turned me on. Even more so than if he was sprawled out naked for my viewing pleasure.

He gave me one of his little smiles and I could help the grin that spread across my face. I walked over to my night stand. I could feel his curious eyes traveling the length of my body as I picked up the remote and dimmed the lights in my room. I pointed the device at the hidden sound system and cued up my playlist. I turned the volume down low just as George Michael's "Father Figure," began to play. I almost cringed, not sure if the song was appropriate but the lyrics and the beat was sexy as hell, and it damn sure set the mood.

"You're in charge sweetness. Tell me where you want me." I said and watched as he once again flushed so prettily for me.

Jameel scooted over and patted the space next to him, and I took a breath before dropping the towel at my feet and climbing onto the bed. I reclined back onto my pillows and locked my hands behind my head giving him full access as well as a full view of all of me. My heart was pounding in my chest and my nerves threatened to get the best of me, but on the outside, I tried my best to remain calm and encouraging. I wanted Jameel relaxed and comfortable.

Jameel got up on his knees and turned to face me. He shuffled forward until his knees bumped against my side. I dared to sneak a peek up at him from under my lashes. His lips were parted and his breathing was slightly elevated. His eyes roamed my body and I never been happier that I work out rigorously to keep myself in shape. I wanted him to like what he saw, and judging from the almost glazed look in his eyes, my little beauty appreciated my efforts.

My heart rate spiked when he reached out a trembling hand towards my defined abs. The first gentle touch of his fingers had the muscles bunching tight, and my cock pulsed out a glistening pearl of pre-ejaculate where it rested close to my hip. I swear my eyes rolled into the back of my head and a groan I had no hopes of suppressing rumbled out of my chest as his soft fingers combed the length of my happy trail all the way to the base of my weeping shaft.

My hips punched up off the bed like they had a mind of their own. They were encouraging Jameel to reach for the prize. A shudder racked my body from head to toe, and the wet tip of my cock slid across my abdomen as it twitched as if begging to be touched, but Jameel didn't seem to be in a hurry. It was like he was absorbing every single sensation and my every reaction to his tentative caresses.

"Am I doing this right?" His quiet voice broke into my sex fuzzed thoughts as my fingers fisted the hair at the back of my head.

"Oh God, baby." I groaned. "You're perfect, at this rate you're going to make me come way sooner than I want to." I groaned out, my voice strained and thick with desire. I wanted to feel his warm, soft hands on me for the remainder of the night. But as my blood pounded in my ears and my balls swollen and drawn up tight against my body I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. His touch, even the slight brush of his hand was enough to do me in, and just because it was him. The one man who has been my sole focus ever since I laid eyes on him.

"I want to see that. I want to see you come." Jameel quietly panted out the words. I looked up into his beautiful face and saw the raw, open desire written across his features. I saw uncertainty as well. He needed a bit more reassurance that he was touching me in all right ways. So, I made the decision to give him some verbal encouragement.

"Wrap your fingers around the base of my shaft love, slick your fingers over the head of my cock and get them nice and wet." I instructed and watched him shiver in response to my words.

A sheen of sweat coated the surface of my skin when he readily complied and the feel of his hand, those long graceful fingers curved around my throbbing dick almost had me coming all over myself.

"Mm.... Perfect baby, now slowly move your hand up and down, pumping the length of my shaft. Yessss...That's it, continue on just like that, you're making me feel so good, baby. I'm right there." I groaned as my back arched off the bed. I felt the sharp tingling of my impending orgasm cut a path down the length of my spine.

Jameel tightened his fist around my length on the upstroke and released the pressure on the down stoke to give his hand room around the thick root right back on up the dripping head.

I heard my little one release a strangled little whimper and I looked to see that his pupils were blown wide open. His breathing stuttered past his lush lips and my eyes traveled down past his heaving chest to see the tented fabric at the front of his sweatpants, a tell-tale wet spot where the head of his cock where it was positioned, and without another thought, I lurched up and pinned him beneath me.

"Are you alright?" I anxiously asked and he nodded frantically at me. "We are going to finish this together." I growled and he nodded once again.

I ran my hands from his hips to his thighs and I parted his legs and quickly settled myself into the cradle of his thighs, flush against his pelvis. My naked cock aligned with his slender cloth covered member. I watched his face for any signs of distress as I rolled my hips against his, grinding my rigid length against his.

"Oh, oh my.... Please, faster." He begged and my hips jerked forward. I rutted against him like a man on mission.

Jameel's fingernails dug into my shoulders and he opened his mouth in a silent scream, his eyes scrunched tightly closed, and his hips bucked up hard into mine. My balls drew up and quivered seconds before my own release exploded out of me like a force of nature. I saw stars behind my eyes as Jameel continued to buck his slender hips up under me, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his own release.

I slumped to the side carrying Jameel slender frame with me so that we were lying face to face. We both panted trying to catch our breaths as our chests heaved.

"Give me a minute love, and then I'll get us cleaned up." I murmured between breaths.

Jameel released a high pitched little giggle and I opened my eyes to look at him.

"Wow, at least you can make the attempt to get up. I think my legs have turned to jelly." He giggled some more and I couldn't help the happy little grin from forming. Deep down I was silently patting myself on the back for a job well done.

Jameel hadn't run off in horror, and he seemed to be coping with what we've done just fine. I can only hope in the light of a new day, he wouldn't have any regrets or doubts about tonight.