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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 apartment 1209 whenever I had the chance and Ryan was home. We found mornings or afternoons on weekends worked well, since I didn’t have classes and he didn’t have to be at the club until eight. During the week we connected most Tuesdays and Thursdays, when my last class ended at two and my restaurant shift didn’t start until six.
    Ryan’s leather sofa became very familiar to me over the course of my first visits. I have to say I was a very enthusiastic and responsive student. Since we