his cock jerked out a few paltry drops of jismonto Henrys belly. Oh, he said, Oh, god, Henry. Thathurts! He laughed and folded forward into Henrys arms. Thatreally hurts!They rolled back andforth on the sheets, giggling. Henry teased, whispering, One moretime? Just once more? and Martin laughed and shoved him away.When at last Martingot up to fill his basin again (which Henry thought entirelyunnecessary considering his meager final output), he moved a littlegingerly.Are you in pain?Martin smiled athim. Im tender. Its fine, though. I knew I would be but Iwanted to do it anyway. He wiped Henrys chest clean with adreamy smile. We had a wonderful day, didnt we?It was amazing,Henry agreed.I was right. Wecould have done it once more before dinner.We did nine,though, Martin. Nines a lot.It is alot, Martin conceded. But ten wouldve been even better.Double digits!Martin returned hisbasin to the bathroom and then got into bed with Henry, curling upagainst his chest. Henry felt raw and tender, emotionally andphysically, and he felt slightly in awe of Martin, whose enduranceseemed almost heroic.As he was fallingasleep, sifting through the last traces of the glittering, epicaffection that had fueled his day, Henry felt so very lucky, soblessed. His heart throbbed slow and heavy in his chest, aching withinchoate feelings.In the aftermath ofall their sex, Henry had a satisfying awareness of his physical self,a sense that he was a particularly sleek, robust animal, and hereveled in this confidence. He was not invincible, however, and hecouldnt help wondering what would happen ifwhenhislove for Martin continued to grow. He already felt quite at capacity,skin tight, bursting at the seams, with scarcely room enough to drawbreath. If his affection increased, it seemed certain to blow himapart, and the idea was exhilarating and terrifying both. When Henryhad dreamed of some intimacy with a boy, when it had all just beenimaginings, hed never suspected it could be so tender. Even thedirty moments, the rough moments, were sweet as nectar.He wasgripped by a strong desire to be vulnerable with Martin, to beutterly open to him, and he might have dared to say some extravagant,passionate words if Martin had been receptive, but Martin was alreadyasleep, his breath warm against Henrys throat. Henry smoothed hishair back from his forehead and kissed his fluttering eyelids. Hisaffection for Martin was a pressure in his chest, in his throat,bringing tears to his eyes. He drew Martin closer still and fellasleep quickly, soothed by Martins steady breaths and the measuredbeats of his heart.Sunday morning,Henry awoke with the muscles of his hips and ass pleasantly sore fromhis day of vigorous sex. Martin was only just up and out of bed,stretching with arms overhead and back arched, still naked. He had ahandspan bruise on his hip and Henry felt a peculiar satisfactionknowing hed put it there.Oh, youre upearly, Martin noted with a smile, seeing that Henry was awake.You dont need to get up yet. You can sleep awhile longer ifyoud like.You should comeback to bed, Henry suggested, lifting the sheet in invitation.Its nice and warm.Martin smiled again,but shook his head. I have to go down for my