for Henrys mouth. Henry kissed Martinsthroat and fumbled with the buttons of Martins braces, then thebuttons of his drawers, and then pushed everything down off of hiships, trousers crumpling around his ankles. Henry lifted Martinsshirttails and Martins cock stood stiff and exposed, slick at thehead.Let me, Martinmurmured, and he stripped off his shirt and undershirt while Henryimpatiently waited. Martin took Henrys hands by the wrists andpressed them against his bare skin while they kissed.Henry dropped to hisknees, eyes level with Martins cock. He held onto Martins hipsand pushed him back against the door then nuzzled the wiry hair atthe base of his cock and pressed kisses along its length. He inhaled,breathing in Martins smell, and wondered if other men couldpossibly smell so good, if the scent of any other mans cock andballs would get him so hard or make him so excited.Henry looked up pastMartins hard cock to his beautiful face and the expression ofdreamy satisfaction he wore. Im so looking forward to this,he said, caressing Henrys cheek and smoothing his hair back fromhis forehead, then added, I think you were made to suck my cock,in a rough voice.Henry loved the ideathat he had been destined for this, and that Martin would claim himfor the job. At this assertion, a volley of painless explosions wentoff behind Henrys eyes, his vision going briefly white. He gave ashaky moan and took Martins cock into his mouth, eyes closed, thebitter-salty flavor so familiar and all the more arousing because ofit.Oh, Henry,Martin said in a hushed, reverent tone, petting Henrys head andtucking his hair behind his ears. How I love your mouth!The flared head ofMartins cock slid over his tongue and pushed into his throat, andHenry made the effort to suppress his gag reflex because he loved theway it felt to be so full of Martin, so full up he couldntbreathe. Martin held his head lightly, ever-so-lightly, guiding hismovements with such deft touches, encouraging Henry to take his cockdeeper into his throat. Henry knelt up with his nose pressed flatagainst Martins belly, his throat spasming around Martins cock,his fingers digging into Martins ass, and Martin shuddered,crooning at him, his fingers tangled in Henrys hair.Make me come,Martin said in that same hushed tone. Make me come in your mouth.Henry worked thelength of Martins cock with his lips and tongue and throat,sucking it in deep and letting it slide almost all the way out againat a leisurely pace while Martin groaned and squirmed and pawed athis head. Henry was so blissfully aware of everything, the flex ofMartins thighs, the texture of his cockhead, and the little gaspshe made as Henrys busy tongue molded itself to the shape of hiscock. Henry opened his eyes and Martin was looking down at him, lipsparted and eyes hazy, and his cock flexed in Henrys mouth.Im close,Henry, Im so close, Martin breathed, frantically combingthrough Henrys hair with clawed fingers. Please, Henry.Make me come.Henry redoubled hisefforts, intensely sensitive to Martins reactions, every whimperand twitch. He knew Martin was almost finished when he began callingHenrys name with a familiar rhythm and urgency, Henry, Henry,oh, Henry,