Last Year Chapter 9

Last Year – Chapter 9

Saturday morning

Saturday dawned with a soft sun filtering through the curtains of Daniel's bedroom, but he had been awake for a while, his body tense with anticipation. There was no uniform that day; it was the weekend. He put on casual, comfortable clothes: dark blue tight jeans, a smooth gray t-shirt that outlined his slender torso, and a light hoodie with a hood in case it was cold. Underneath, the cage was still on, a heavy and frustrating reminder of the impulsive kiss on Friday night in the park. He had run after giving Santiago a quick kiss, but he had caught up, returned the kiss with intensity, and murmured "I'll wait for you tomorrow, little rebel." Those words had left him tossing and turning in bed all night, a mix of excitement and fear.

He left the house without breakfast, telling his mom he was going for a walk. He walked the blocks to Santiago's house with his heart racing, the rubbing of the cage against the fabric of his jeans reminding him of his vulnerability with every step. When he arrived, the door was ajar, as if they were waiting for him. He entered cautiously, and Santiago appeared in the hallway, wearing gray sports shorts that outlined his athletic thighs and a tight white t-shirt that defined his broad, defined torso. He was barefoot, with his hair still damp from the shower, smelling of fresh soap and that masculine essence that always disarmed Daniel.

"You arrived early, little rebel," Santiago said with a slow smile, closing the door behind him. "Come to the living room. We have a lot to talk about... and do."

Daniel entered, sitting on the couch with his hands on his knees, nervous. Santiago sat down beside him, but not too close, respecting an initial space.

"About last night..." Daniel started, his voice low. "The kiss... was impulsive. I just wanted to know if you really cared or if it was a game."

Santiago looked at him fixedly, without mockery.

"It's not just a game, Dani. I like you like that: rebellious, but always coming back. I want to continue, but differently. More balanced."

Daniel swallowed hard.

"Take off the cage first. Please."

Santiago pulled out the key from the pocket of his shorts and knelt in front of him, slowly lowering his jeans and boxers. The click of the lock resonated in the silent room. He removed the cage slowly, allowing the sensitive skin to be freed. Daniel gasped, his cock hardening immediately from the accumulated denial, red and swollen.

"Don't touch yourself," Santiago said, but with a playful tone. "Let me do it. We're going to do it like milking a cow... slow, firm, extracting everything you've accumulated."

He sat back down beside Daniel, wrapping his large, warm hand around Daniel's cock, moving it with a slow rhythm, as if extracting milk. Daniel moaned, arching his back, the accumulated pleasure coming out in waves. Santiago collect...