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na V-Strom --, o motociclista sente-se apto a viajar centenas de quilometros. Mas bastou um trajeto de 160 km para notar que o banco com capa de gel e revestimento antiderrapante da Varadero oferece mais conforto que o banco de couro e espuma densa da V-Strom. Nao que o modelo Suzuki seja desconfortavel -- mas e inferior na comparacao com a Honda.Outro item de conforto (e tambem de seguranca) presente em ambas e o protetor de mao: alem de proteger as maos e os manetes em caso de pequenas quedas, desvia o vento em dias frios.PAINEL E ESTILOTambem as duas motos trazem um painel completo, com dois grandes mostradores redondos que marcam a rotacao do motor e a velocidade. Completam as informacoes relogios, temperatura do motor e luzes de advertencia. Apesar da ausencia do marcador de gasolina, a Varadero traz um computador de bordo que informa o consumo imediato e a autonomia da moto quando o nivel de combustivel chega a reserva.O estilo de ambas segue fielmente a identidade visual das big-trails: para-brisa, tanque enorme, bengalas dianteiras longas etc. Mas enquanto a Honda tem um design de linhas arredondadas, a Suzuki traz linhas angulosas. No restante, se parecem: tem dois farois (muito eficientes vale dizer), duas saidas de escape e bagageiro traseiro. No quesito estilo, a escolha fica mesmo por conta do gosto pessoal de cada um.PRECOSe ate agora estava dificil escolher qual a melhor, nao sera o preco que ajudara nisso: a diferenca entre elas e pouca. A Honda XL 1000V Varadero esta cotada em R$ 49.269 (ou US$ 28.064); a Suzuki DL 1000 V-Strom sai por R$ 48.584 na tabela (ambos sao precos sugeridos, sem frete e seguro).A escolha acaba sendo mesmo nos detalhes. Uma tem marcador de combustivel, a outra nao; a Varadero tem freios ABS, a V-Strom nao; a big-trail Suzuki tem um motor mais esportivo, o da Honda e mais comportado... Voce decide.
toward vertical at theidea.Henry looked at himquizzically. While you play?Martin laughed. No,we could just touch ourselves. And each other, too, if youd like.We could...Henry agreed slowly. He felt a little shy of doing it but wasunwilling to give in to this reticence. He could do this with Martin,to make Martin happy.Martin beamed athim. Let me just put away my violin. He hurried into his ownroom and returned a few seconds later with a stiff prick and a lookof happy anticipation on his handsome face. He got up onto the bedand sat close at Henrys left side, their shoulders and hipsrubbing, back against the headboard and legs stretched out beforehim. His prick stood upright, close to his belly, slick at the head.He reached for Henrys prick, still soft, and Henry was embarrassedof this.I-I feel a littleshy, Henry admitted. Hed really only let Martin see him do itthe one time.You know youdont have to be shy with me, Martin reminded him gently. Youcan show me anything, anything at all. He touched his own hardprick with a graceful gesture. If you want, you can just watch mefor now. Just until you feel in the mood.Martin put on anappealing show. His left hand stayed busy on his prick, but the rightranged over all his skin, all his body, touching his nipples andthroat and ticklish sides. The little noises Martin made as he pettedand stroked himself were like a muted version of the sounds he madewhen Henry touched him, when Henry was inside him, and the timbre ofhis voice went straight to Henrys prick, which bobbed drunkenlyupright from his lap.Henry determined toact like a man and took up his cock with resolve and purpose, thoughhis stomach was fluttery with nerves. He started with a few firmstrokes, setting a pace, very aware of Martins eyes on his movinghand.Martin made apleased sound and bent his head to kiss Henrys shoulder. I knowI always tell you this, Henry, but you have the most beautiful cock.Yours is muchprettier, Henry said, believing it with all his heart.Martin shiftedcloser, fairly glued to Henrys side. Henry was very aware of thesound of their rasping breaths and the wet, slick slip of their handsmoving over their cocks. He watched Martins deft fingers slide hisforeskin up over the glistening head of his cock and then off again,over and over, and he felt the pattern in his own body,unintentionally duplicating Martins rhythm, picking up speed.Martin leaned harderstill against Henrys side, nearly on top of him, and made animpatient little grunt, as if he still couldnt get close enough.He got up on his knees and turned to straddle Henrys lap, whichHenry had not been expecting and it threw him off his rhythm.Martin said, Keepgoing. He braced his hands against the headboard, and kissed Henrytenderly, searchingly, making a little throaty sound of satisfactionas Henry licked past his lips. He did something sinuous and meltingwith his tongue that caused Henry to squirm with arousal, and thatcombined with his own hand moving erratically over his slippery prickmade him moan into Martins mouth.Martin rested hisforehead against Henrys and together they looked down
at Henryshand moving over his length. Martin gave a low moan and his prickjerked against his belly.It makes me sohot to see you like this, Henry, he murmured, his lips brushingHenrys. Showing me what feels good.It made him blush toadmit it, but he said, I-I want you to see. He wanted Martin toknow him utterly and completely. You, he emphasized.Only you.Martin held Henrysface between his hands and gave him such a fond smile. Oh, Henry.He kissed him again, lingering and ardent. I want you to touch menow.Yes.Henry immediately reached for Martins pretty cock and found ithard and eager. You touch me, too.Martins hand feltbetter than his own, a thousand times better, and he wondered if itwas the same for Martin. They stroked and jerked one another whilethey kissed. Martin came whimpering Henrys name, and Henry camewith a tragic groan and crushed Martin to his chest.Afterward, there wassemen on their hands, their thighs, their bellies, and Martin frownedat the mess.As Martin wipedspunk from the shallow cup of his navel, Henry asked, Are you alittle sore?Martin laughed. Alittle. Just when I come. But it still feels good.Oh, yes, ofcourse it feels good anyway, Henry agreed. But Id neverconsidered that maybe theres a practical limit to how many timeswe can do it, that it might hurt too much to keep going.Well, we wonttorture ourselves. Finished with his work, Martin put his basindown on the nightstand. If it hurts too much, well have tostop. He lay down and curled against Henrys side, within thecurve of his arm.I can still keepgoing. Can you?Martin turned hishead to kiss Henrys chest. Yes, I can, too.Do you want totake a nap? Henry asked. Just a little one?We cant sleeptoo long, Martin cautioned.Weve done itfive times, Henry said. Weve already set a record.Martin shook hishead, not content to rest on their laurels. We can set a betterrecord, I know we can.Nap first,Henry insisted, kissing Martins forehead. Im sleepy.Ill set analarm, then, Martin decided, rolling to reach for the clock.Henry fell quicklyasleep and dreamed he was called on in Latin class, and when he stoodto give his answer, his hard prick jutted out the open fly of histrousers, and his answer wasnt a declension, but a demonstrationof his masturbatory technique. Unashamed, he took himself in hand,and when he finished with a flourish, Dr. Foster said, Very good,Mr. Blackwell, and gave him an A.Henry. Henry,wake up. Martin shook him gently, breath warm against his cheek.Henry yawned androlled to face him. Im awake.Do you feelrested? Martin smoothed Henrys hair back from his forehead andstroked his cheek, his jaw, the line of his throat, with anexpression of such melting tenderness that Henry felt quite overcomewith gratitude, so thankful for Martins boundless affection. Hefelt full up with love and wanted to give it all to Martin.I feel good,he said, tracing the edge of Martins tattoo with his finger. Imready to do whatever you want.Martin proppedhimself up on his elbow and smiled down at Henry. I want to rideyou and come on your chest. He reached for Henrys wrist andpulled Henrys hand to his stiffening cock.Henry could
seenothing wrong with this plan. He fondled Martins cock, letting itgrow hard and straight in his hand. Martin leaned in and kissed him,just the barest brush of his lips and a flick of his tongue. Martinlingered a long moment with their eyelashes tangling and then kissedhim again, harder, with an emphatic little grunt as Henry opened hismouth to him.As they kissed,Martin pushed Henry down on his back and lay down on top of him,everything lining up as if theyd been made as a set, a matchedpair. Martin moaned in rhythm with the movements of his hips, hiscock sliding alongside Henrys between their flat bellies. He heldHenrys head where he wanted it and ravished his mouth, his tonguefinding all the sensitive places and drawing urgent whimpers fromHenrys throat.The closeness thatHenry felt, it wasnt just their bodies. Here, with Martin soardent and intent, what they were doing felt momentous, vital. Hewasnt like his friends with their slaves, all casual rutting andcareless treatment. What he did with Martin had an effect on him,shaped him. It wasnt just that it felt good. It meantsomething.Henry trembled, aseismic shudder, and clutched Martin closer. He broke off kissing andburied his face in Martins soft neck.Henry?Youll be withme forever, Henry blurted, a plea and a demand, his voicemuffled against Martins skin.Henry? Martintried to push himself up, but Henry wouldnt let him go.Youre mine.Hey... Martinpetted Henrys hair and bent to kiss his head. Of course I am.And you belong to me.I do,Henry insisted. This mutual belonging meant so much to him, and hewanted it to mean more than sex to Martin, too.Youre my own,Martin said softly. My own dear Henry.Just yesterday,Martin had said he hadnt expected to feel so much for a master,and Henry believed him, believed Martin cared for him, but Henrywanted to put a word to their mutual regard, to label it and give itvalidity. He wanted to be like other people, normal people; he wantedto be able to own up to love, if that was what this was.Nearly everything heshared with Martin was forbidden, but he hadnt yet done everyforbidden thing. He did his best to appear a passable gentleman, buthe knew his compliance with a few specific proscriptions would nottemper his friends scorn if they discovered his secrets. Hisrestraint wouldnt convince his father, either. But so long as hedidnt allow Martin to touch his asshole, he would tell himself hewasnt a fairy, despite everything.But it was worse, heknew, to allow Martin to touch his heart. A gentleman would neverfall in love with a slave. A gentleman would never fall in love withanother man. Combining two forbidden loves in one treasured personwas somehow worse than the sum of its parts. If Henry told Martin heloved him, it might well crack the thin veneer of socialacceptability he wore so uneasily. He had to keep silent. It wassafer for both of them if he said nothing.He thought thatMartin had some inkling, however. Looking up into Martins face, hesaw a reflection of his own fragile emotions, his own desire forintimacy. Their physical attraction was a huge thing, overwhelming,but it wasnt everything
between them. There was more. He metMartins eyes and held his gaze, trembling all the harder. Morethan anything, he wanted the closeness, but it terrified him.Martin kissed him,soft and lingering, his hair falling to either side of Henrys facelike a curtain, making a private world. He broke the kiss but stayedstill a moment, resting his forehead against Henrys. He let out asoft sigh.Martin?Lets...makelove this time. Be sweet to each other.Henry agreedreadily. Yes. I want that.Martin pushedhimself up and reached for the oil. He shifted to straddle Henryships, A fine string of fluid connected the tip of his pretty cock toHenrys belly. He wet his fingers with oil and reached back betweenhis cheeks to prepare himself, wincing a little at first. Hisexpression was serious, almost solemn, though he had bright spots ofcolor high on his cheekbones and his breath came through parted lips.Martin put more oilon his hand, a more generous amount this time, and reached back toslick Henrys cock. Martins slippery hand felt like silk slidingover his skin and Henrys cock jerked in his grip.Softly, Martinasked, Are you ready? He didnt wait for an answer but kneltup, held Henrys cock in position, and eased back onto it, onceagain wincing as his hole was breached. He gave a shaky sigh and lethis head fall forward, his hair falling in a sheet, obscuring hisface. You feel so good inside me.Henry held hisbreath as Martin took him in. The slick pressure around the head ofhis cock felt so good, felt new every time. He pressed his hand flatagainst Martins belly, feeling the muscles work as Martin tiltedhis hips, arched his back. Martin lifted himself up until just thehead of Henrys cock remained inside his body and paused a momentthere before sinking back down, a delicious molten slide that madeall the hairs stand up on Henrys fevered skin.Martin moved likethis a little while, languid but thorough, making use of Henryslength, muscles in his thighs flexing beneath Henrys palms.Despite his obvious pleasure, his expression remained serious,thoughtful. Whenever Henry looked at his face, he was looking back,meeting Henrys eyes, and it was almost more than Henry could bear.Under Martins intensely calm gaze, Henry felt laid open. No oneknew him like Martin did, and no one else ever would.Henry took hold ofMartins cock in a loose fist, just touching it while Martin moved,letting him push through the circle of his fingers. Martin let out ashaky moan and Henry gave his cock a gentle squeeze, ran his thumbthrough the slickness at the slit.Henry felt impetuouswords welling up, thick in his throat. He wanted to tell Martin ofhis outsized feelings, his burgeoning love, but instead he bit hislip and tried to express himself through his actions, his hand onMartins pretty cock.Martin sighed andground himself down on Henrys lap. Henry, he said. Oh,god, Henry. He was wild-eyed, hair falling across his face.He leaned forward to brace his hands on Henrys chest and began tomove more forcefully, little grunts as his ass smacked againstHenrys thighs. Henry reached back with both hands and grabbedMartins cheeks, pulled them wide, and lifted his hips to meetMartins
youthinking about, Henry?He answered readily.How much I like you. How glad I am I found you.I feel that too.Were lucky, arent we?Henry felt quiteconfident that none of his friends shared this kind of preciouscloseness with his slave. He felt he truly was a proper lover toMartin, just as he wanted to be, and that it meant more than meresex.No one mattersmore to me than you, he said, giving it the force of a vow.I feel the same,Martin said. Not because youre my masternot because itsmy workbut because I care for you, too. He turned his head andpressed a kiss to Henrys chest and then rubbed his cheek on thespot where hed pressed his lips. It hurt a little when I came,he admitted, seeming more amused than upset.Henry laughed. Ima little sore, too. Hows your ass?It feels fine. Itfeels good.Promise to saysomething if its too much.Its been onlythree times with my ass, Martin pointed out. Weve done thatlots of times before.Promise.Martins sighimplied Henry was being ridiculous. I promise.They stayed closeand warm, Martin seeming content to stay put instead of bustlingaround with his basin, and Henry appreciated this. He must have dozeda little, because he was jolted alert by Martin asking a question.Henry, do youwant to try one more time before I go down, or should we wait untilafter dinner?Henry felt heavy andslow, not at all up to the task. What? Oh, lets wait.Martin sat up andclimbed over Henry and down off the bed, reaching for his basin onthe nightstand. Henry was just grateful Martin had been willing tohold off as long as he had.After Martinsablutions were complete, he stretched out on top of Henry, his hairspread across Henrys face, and Henry reveled in the weight of him,the solidity. He was lean, but he was substantial and real. Henrywasnt imagining him, even if he was something out of adream.Are you thinkingabout what you want to do next? Martin asked.Henry laughed.Martin was so driven! No, I havent thought about it at all.You want to keepgoing, dont you? Martin seemed worried that this would not bethe case.Henry would keepgoing because thats what Martin obviously wanted to do. He wouldendeavor to keep going until Martin was satisfied; he wasalready quite content.Of course wellkeep going, Henry told him. Ill think about what we shoulddo while youre at dinner.I should getready, Martin said, rolling off of Henry and getting down from thebed. He moved about the room picking up the clothes theyd tossedon the floor. He hung Henrys suit in the wardrobe, carried theirsoiled linens into his own room, and emerged fully dressed a shorttime later looking very proper, his hair pulled back neatly.Do you needanything before I go, Henry?Just a kiss.Martin smiled andbent over him to give him a kiss, soft and sweet, before leaving.Alone, Henry, didconsider what they might do next. They had tried sex in all sorts ofcontorted positions in the past, but neither had ever wanted torevisit those poses. Some of the things Henry thought of seemedunduly taxing of one or the other of the parties involved; maybe itwas enough to simply alternate general methods
and follow Martinsrule.Henry slept again,this time without memorable dreams, and woke when Martin returned todress him for his dinner. Martin admitted with some amusedembarrassment that he must have been emitting some sort of inner redlight, an erotic aura that hinted at how hed spent his day, asBilly and Jerry had spent the dinner hour teasing him mercilesslyabout the more intimate aspects of his job.They wouldntlet up, not until Mr. Tim told them to leave me alone.Henry didnt likethe sound of this. Are you sure youre okay with them treatingyou that way? I can say something about it.Oh, no, itsfine, Henry. It was embarrassing, but Im a little proud, too. Idont mind everyone knowing that I do a good job for you, and thatI enjoy it. I would be a terrible companion otherwise, dont youthink? He helped Henry on with his jacket and looked over hisshoulder, meeting his eyes in the mirror.It makes it somuch better that you enjoy it, Henry assured him. If I felt youwere just putting up with it, I wouldnt want to do it nearly sooften. Probably not at all.I love having sexwith you, Martin said simply and solemnly. He came around and ranhis hands over the lapels of Henrys jacket. There, youreready.Henry ate his dinnerwithout tasting it and was restless in the parlor while Pearl read,impatient to return to his marathon.You have theattention span of a gnat, Father remarked about his fidgeting, andHenry blushed at his disapproval.Released to returnto his bedroom, Henry was undressed, and then Martin dealt with theirlaundry while Henry brushed his teeth. Henry was tired, maybe even alittle tired of sex, but he determined he would soldier valiantly onso long as Martin needed him to do so. Upon Martins return, theymade a seventh attempt, ultimately coming to a satisfactoryconclusion as they sucked one anothers cocks. Before their eightheffort, both admitted to a little soreness and fatigue, but Martinadamantly wanted to continue, so Henry spooned and fucked him whilethey kissed.The eighth orgasmwas pleasurable and painful in equal measure. Henry was ready to bedone, thinking eight times was quite enough, but Martin pressed forone more go.Im sure wecould have done it once more before dinner, Martin said. Weshould do it once more now to make up for not doing it then.Do you think youcan even come again? Henry asked, feeling dubious about theprospect for himself.Yes, Martinsaid firmly. It might take a bit more work, but Im sure I can.All right,Henry said. Once more. Whatever it takes to get the job done, evenif we have to break the rule.They tried a lot ofdifferent things, variations on themes. Henry came the ninth timewith surprising ease with a combination of Martins mouth andhands. Martin took longer, straddling Henrys waist and tugging onhis own cock with Henrys fingers hooked deep in his ass.Come on, Henryurged. Come for me, you dirty boy.Oh, god, Henry!Martins hand sped up.Come on me,Martin. Do it.Martin moaned andthrew his head back. Henry!Thats right,Henry said encouragingly. Do it for me, Martin. Come for me.Martin hunched over,his hand moving erratically, and then stilled, the muscles in hisstomach jumping as
breakfast, Henry.Eat with meinstead. My parents are never there.But they couldbe, Martin pointed out. Any day they might decide to eat withyou, and I dont want to go hungry.I wouldnt letyou go hungry, Henry promised. He patted the bed. Just lie downwith me a minute.Martin laughed andshook his head again. I have to go downstairs. But if werelucky, Ill be able to sit down with you while you eat, too. Hewent into the bathroom and began running the taps for the shower.Henry sighed andflopped back against his pillow. He shifted, noting the satisfyingache in his hips. He thought Martin would surely be sore, too, butsuspected he would not mind the discomfort either. Thinking overtheir marathon day, Henrys cock stiffened and he petted it idly, asoothing gesture, while he remembered particularly tender moments,specific angles, the roughness of Martins cries and the softnessof his mouth.After an efficientfew minutes, the shower was shut off, and moments later a steamy mistemanated from the hallway. Henry could hear Martin opening andclosing drawers in his own room.Martin? hecalled.Martin appeared inthe doorway dressed in fawn trousers and unbuttoned shirt. His handswent to the placket of the shirt as he said, Yes, Henry?How are youfeeling this morning? Are you sore?Martin grinned, hischeeks pinking. He shook his head. I feel good.Martin wentdownstairs, and Henry intended to go back to sleep, but his eyesdidnt want to stay closed. He rolled around restlessly, making amessy nest of the bed, and buried his face in Martins pillow,smelling his scent on the case.While he wasdreamily breathing in vetiver, he remembered that Louis had brokenthings off with Miss OMalley last night while hed been enjoyinghimself with Martinwhile theyd been enjoying each other. Evenif the break-up had gone relatively well for Louis, without tears oraccusations, Henry imagined it couldnt have been a particularlyhappy scene; after all, no matter how well Miss OMalley took thenews, Louis was still going to end up without a girl.Henry couldnthelp comparing his own ideal situation to that of his friend andthinking how much better off Louis would be if only he felt for Peterwhat hed claimed to feel for his Bridget.Near lunchtime, andwhen he was sure the Briggs family would have returned from church,Henry called Louis to inquire about his evening.Come over,Louis suggested. I dont want to talk about it over thetelephone. He didnt sound happy, Henry noted.After lunch, he andMartin walked up to the Briggs house, Martin wincing a little fromtime to time.You aresore, Henry said, concern and a faint accusation in his tone.Tell the truth, Martin. Did I hurt you?Martin smiled andshook his head. I am a little sore today, Sir, but Imfine. I promise you, I dont mind it at all. We had such a goodday, dont you think?It had been anamazing day, a momentous day. Yes, Henry said. His whole bodywas flooded with heat at the memories of everything theyd done,everything theyd shared, and the way it had made him feel, notjust in his body but in his heart. It was the best day.What about you,Sir? Are you sore?It stings when Ipee, Henry admitted in a low voice.