Apartment 1209

needing to dispel some of the rising tension somehow.
    “Be still. Or do you want me to get the ankle cuffs?”
    My eyes snapped open as I nodded without hesitation.
    “Really?”
    “Yes, please.”
    He stroked me a couple more times, then stopped and stood up. “All right then.”
    In a few minutes he had me trussed up proper, knees bent, hands still in front of me rather than behind, probably so I didn’t feel too helpless. At this point, I didn’t care what he did to the rest of me as long as he kept paying attention to my cock.
    He knelt down beside the sofa, running his broad hand along my naked hip and thigh, all the way to my foot, which he tickled briefly. I jerked as a surge of pleasure shot right to my balls.
    He slipped his hand between my calves and ran it up the inside of my leg, cupping my testicles when he reached them. Then he leaned over me, making my pulse speed up as he whispered, “You are one delectable piece of fresh meat, young man.” His tongue traced the shell of my ear and pushed inside it for a hot moment. “May I taste you, Henry?”
    I knew what he meant. I nodded frantically, my breaths rapid and loud.
    Fuck yes.
    He pulled away and in a moment had my cock in his hand again. Soon I felt his tongue on my glans, circling and licking the moisture from the small opening.
    I groaned loudly, my hands finding the soft cashmere throw pillow above my head and fisting it. He tongued my dick all over and licked my balls too, taking one and then the other in his mouth gently, causing the most unbelievable sensations to move through me.
    By the time he actually swallowed my cock I’d lost all sense of time and space. I could barely remember where I was and how I’d gotten here. All I could think about was that wonderful wetness— that hot vacuum around my dick, those skilled fingers delving into places that had never received such attention.
    God knows if I even made it close to the hour he’d mentioned when I heard myself saying, “I’m close, I’m close.”
    I expected him to take his mouth off me at least, but he only sucked harder. His hands squeezed my hips, keeping me still as he moved his expert mouth on me.
    “Oh… oh… FUCK,” I yelled as I shot a humongous load down his throat, my entire body pulsing with welcome release. “Fuck… fuck… Jesus ,” I swore as the intense, much-needed orgasm carried on for several moments, while Ryan sucked and milked my dick.
    When my muscles finally relaxed I sank like jelly against the soft leather cushions and Ryan let me slide out of his mouth. The air felt cool on my wet dick as a couple of remaining tremors surprised me. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the languid feeling of post-release.
    The sound of a zipper being pulled made me open my eyes finally, to stare at Ryan’s big, erect cock. Of course, it would be polite to return the favor.
    I opened my mouth, eyes glancing up as he pressed the head of his dick gently against my lips.
    “Oh my God, Henry,” he said shakily. “Can you do it? Can you make me come with your mouth? It won’t take long, I promise.”
    It was a challenge I was more than happy to accept. I opened my mouth wide, letting him push his cock inside and basically fuck my mouth. After a few moments he grunted and came, squeezing his eyes shut as his semen filled my mouth and dripped down over my chin and cheeks. I didn’t swallow, only because the angle was wrong and we hadn’t talked about his HIV status yet. He knew I was safe, but I couldn’t be sure of him. God knows how many men he’d fucked in his lifetime.
    Watching Ryan come was one of the best damn things I’d ever seen.
    “That was pretty fucking hot, Henry,” he said, tucking himself up.
    “Thank you?” I didn’t know what else to say.
    He laughed. I think I was already addicted to that sound.
    “So polite. You’re a very good boy.” He unbuckled the leather cuffs and threw them onto the coffee table.
    I sighed, basking in this praise. We stared at each other for a long moment.
    “I have…” He looked down at his feet, then back up at me. “I mean, I know so much. I’d like to teach you so many things. I think you’d make a great… student.”
    “Sure. I mean I want you to teach me stuff.”
    “Stuff?” He grinned. “What are your interests, Henry?” He raised the cuffs. “Bondage, obviously. What else?”
    “I don’t really know.” I admitted. “I’d like to find out.”
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    Over the next few weeks I visited