Apartment 1209

looked at my cock right now, like at a rare delicacy or a treasure.
    “I don’t think you get fucked very often, do you, Henry? Although why that is I’m clueless. There should be men lined up at your door.”
    I felt like I needed to confess, even though I worried about looking like a kid. I knew the game we played required trust and honesty. “I’ve never actually… been… fucked,” I admitted quietly.
    He still held the waistband of my boxers below my straining cock as he admired it. His gaze met mine in surprise. “You’ve only topped?”
    “Um.” I shook my head. “I haven’t really… I mean, I haven’t really done anything with a man before.”
    He seemed astounded, but not displeased. In fact, his mouth dropped open and his breathing quickened all of a sudden. He covered my cock and stood up, grabbing his beer and taking a long drink.
    “What about with girls?”
    “Just once. It was awful. I came but… I was thinking about cock when I did.”
    He looked at me, smiling in sympathy.
    “I’m sorry,” I said again. Why did I feel the need to apologize to him all the time?
    “Stop apologizing, Henry. There’s nothing wrong with you.” He took another long drink then put the bottle back down on the side table. He looked at me again, his eyes traveling over my almost naked form slowly.
    “You’re not going to stop, are you?” I asked, scared that he would say yes, for whatever reason.
    “I don’t think I could stop now, even if I thought I should. But I don’t think that.” He sat on the couch again. “I think you need this, Henry.” He slid his fingers under the waistband of my shorts again, this time peeling them all the way down and sliding them off over my naked feet.
    “I do. I do need it, Sir,” I panted, so grateful that he still had some respect for me— that he still wanted me, even though I was a loser. I was so desperate for physical contact right now I had no shame. I pumped my cock desperately into the empty air while he watched and didn’t care how it made me look.
    Ryan chuckled, running his broad hand through his hair. “Jesus, Henry, you’re not making this easy.”
    “Sir?”
    “I’m trying to stay calm and take my time. When you look better than a big, fat, juicy steak.”
    I made a very unmasculine whimpering noise in my throat. Jesus, would he just get started, dammit? I’d waited for so long and I couldn’t wait anymore.
    “Please,” I said. He was killing me.
    “Be still,” he said, in a voice so hard-edged that I immediately obeyed. It was so different from his usual relaxed cadence that it shocked me into stillness. “Stop squirming like a worm on a hook, boy.”
    “Yes, Sir,” I said quickly. I would do whatever he asked, as long as he would touch me.
    “There are some rules.”
    “Okay.”
    “You need to tell me when you get close to coming.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “If you need me to stop, tell me to stop. If you want me to take the restraints off, tell me to do so.”
    “Okay.”
    “We’re not at the club, where things are a little more rigid and there are protocols and safewords and such.”
    I nodded. He continued.
    “You’re in my living room and things are a little more relaxed.”
    “I don’t feel very relaxed.”
    “You will in about an hour,” he said, reaching out and wrapping his hand around my straining cock. I closed my eyes at the pleasure of having a hand that wasn’t my own on my dick. “If you last that long.”
    My head fell back as he stroked my cock with obvious skill.
    Finally! A hot, amazingly interesting man was touching my cock. I opened my eyes to see because I could hardly believe it. I closed them again, a smile on my face I couldn’t hide.
    I heard Ryan’s laughter. “This would be highly amusing if it wasn’t so hot,” he said, the arousal in his voice giving it a deeper lilt.
    But I couldn’t speak. He pumped my dick a few more times, then raised his hand to his mouth and spat in it, returning it to my aching cock. I struggled against the wrist cuffs because I felt I needed to do something with my arms and hands. This frustration added to the excitement and sense of being controlled. Ryan’s saliva made the sensation of his hand on my cock more intense. My mouth opened, a deep groan issuing forth into the relative silence.
    Ryan chuckled again. “Jesus, I can’t believe I’m the first man to ever touch this gorgeous dick.”
    I bent one leg and straightened it again, feeling restless,