🔞🔞Please refrain from opening this chapter if you are under 18 years old. Exercise discretion; this is a work of fiction with all its imaginative elements.
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"So, do you want to role-play as the top, bottom, or just go with the flow?" Ryder probed, aiming to kickstart a dialogue and clarify preferences.
"Bottom," Haidar replied promptly, a hint of decisiveness in his voice.
This was somewhat unusual as many male clients typically preferred to play the top role or opt for a more fluid dynamic. Haidar's straightforwardness indicated strangness.
"Are you sure this is your first experience?" Ryder asked, seeking confirmation, as their mobile app chimed in with the alarm that signaled the start of their session.
"Yes."
Both tapped the "start" button on their screens almost simultaneously.
Without further conversation, Haidar began to undress, removing his shirt to reveal a body that, while not overly muscular, was certainly fit and appealing. He quickly shed his pants and boxers as well, wasting no time in moving things forward.
Ryder observed and began to disrobe, following Haidar's example, he continued his attempts to gauge what Haidar was looking for.
Now standing naked together, Haidar scrutinized Ryder's physique with a discerning eye, evaluating him as one might inspect a choice item.
"Before we start, any special requests?" Ryder asked, extending his hand in a gesture of openness.
"Do it just like you do to the girls," Haidar directed confidently, his instruction clear and without hesitation.
"Ok. Last call, any additional request? Because I don't want you to waste your money on something far from your expectations," Ryder offered, ensuring there was no misunderstanding about the upcoming engagement.
"No," Haidar stated firmly, his confidence unwavering.
"Ok, let's do this. I'll take the lead from now on?" Ryder sought final confirmation.
Haidar nodded, signaling his readiness to proceed under Ryder's guidance. The professional boundaries set, they moved forward with the clear terms they had established, embarking on the agreed-upon scenario.
Ryder approached Haidar confidently, reaching out to gently cradle his jaw with both hands.
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Haidar's lips.
The kiss was soft yet intense, starting tentatively as Ryder took the lead.
Haidar was initially passive, silently receiving Ryder's advances. However, as the moments passed, he began to respond, and the kiss deepened, growing more passionate and fervent.
As Ryder's hands began to explore Haidar's body, they traced a path down from his chest to his stomach and hips, eventually squeezing his buttocks.
Haidar gasped at the bold move, caught off guard by the sudden intensity. Without allowing him much time to react, Ryder gently pushed Haidar backward, until he fell onto the bed.
Haidar tensed up slightly, his initial hesitance resurfacing as he lay on the bed.
When Ryder moved to pin him down, Haidar instinctively tried to push him away, his hands moving to restrain Ryder.
But Ryder was gentle yet firm, brushing Haidar's hands aside without force.
"It's too late," Ryder murmured softly, his voice low and reassuring as he kissed Haidar's palm tenderly.
He continued with light kisses and licks from Haidar's palm up to his shoulder, neck, and ear, carefully gauging Haidar's reactions and comfort as he aimed to ease the tension and deepen their intimacy.
As Ryder sensed the intensity building, he noted the signs of Haidar's arousal: the older youth's breath became irregular, his face flushed with the heat of their interaction.
Ryder, encouraged by these signs, continued with his approach, his smile reflecting his satisfaction at successfully arousing his client.
Returning to Haidar's lips, Ryder deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the inner contours of Haidar's mouth. His hands, meanwhile, wandered to Haidar's chest, fingers teasing and playing with his nipples.
However, Haidar's response was a quick push against Ryder's hand.
It was a reflexive move, common in those experiencing such touches for the first time—or in Haidar's case, particularly with same-sex interactions.
This push might not have been intentional but more a reaction to the unfamiliar sensation, suggesting Haidar's unease with the newness of the situation.
Recognizing the need to dial back the intensity, Ryder shifted his approach to be gentler. He peppered kisses along Haidar's neck and shoulders, gradually moving down to his groin before returning up to lavish attention on his nipples.
His approach was patient and deliberate, aimed at gradually building comfort and pleasure.
"A-ahh... ahhh...!"
Haidar's involuntary reactions soon shifted to sounds of pleasure, indicating a growing acceptance and enjoyment of Ryder's ministrations.
"Good." Ryder mused.
Nevertheless, Haidar asked him to treat him like when he was having sex with women, so Ryder insisted on playing with his nipples, licking, and sucking them.
Although Haidar might not have been comfortable with it, that's just how it was — with the girls.
"Enough, please, stop...!" Haidar begged, his body writhing and rebelling. "I'm not comfortable with you doing that. Let's stop here."
Ryder's insistence on treating Haidar as he would with a female client—focusing on nipple stimulation—wasn't received well.
His discomfort became evident as he writhed and finally pleaded, "Enough, please, stop…! I'm not comfortable with you doing that. Let's stop here."
Ryder paused, lifting his head and wiping away a trail of saliva with the back of his hand.
He glanced at Haidar, noting his arousal but also recognizing the discomfort in his voice.
"At least, you're getting hard there," Ryder remarked, trying to lighten the mood, though his comment didn't seem to ease Haidar's distress.
Haidar looked down at his manhood, his expression one of disbelief mixed with what appeared to be anger.
Ryder was puzzled by the reaction.
"Why he looks angry? Doesn't he pay me for this?"
He understood he was being paid for his services and that Haidar had specific expectations, but it was clear those expectations might have been miscommunicated or misunderstood.
Ryder didn't linger on his anger.
Recognizing the need to adjust his approach, he reached for the lubricant, ready to continue the next phase but with a different tactic.
Before proceeding, he decided it was essential to check in.
"Haidar, you look uncomfortable. Are you okay? We can change how we do this if something else works better for you," Ryder offered, ready to adapt to Haidar's preferences.
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