from Henrys mouth and tongue. Henry usually didnt letMartin rub against anything while he licked his ass, but he would letMartin have it this time. He liked the feeling of Martin moving underhis mouth, grinding against his own cock. He imagined that this waswhat Martin would move like if he was fucking the Spanglers gingerfootman, the muscles of his buttocks contracting and relaxing as hehumped the coverlet.Henrylifted his head and spit on Martins asshole and then pushed hisfinger inside. Martin groaned and arched his back. Henry got to hisfeet and reached with his free hand for the nightstand drawer. Doyou want to be fucked now?Please,Henry. Ive wanted you all day.Spreadyour legs. He nudged Martins leg with his knee. More. Niceand wide.Likethis? Martin drew one knee up beside himself on the bed, splayedopen.Henrypushed two oiled fingers in Martins hole and gave him anaffectionate slap on the ass with his other hand. Thatsperfect. He oiled his cock and slid the head along the cleft ofMartins ass. His heart beat faster as Martin shuddered.Please,Martin murmured, rocking his hips against the bed. Nice and slow,like we talked about, please.Henryleaned over him and Martin turned awkwardly so that they might kiss.Henry lined up his cock and pushed his hips forward, letting loose alittle moan as his cock breached Martins hole. Martin whimperedand his fingers clutched at the coverlet as he arched his back andoffered himself to Henry.Slowand steady, in and out, every stroke flaying Henrys nerves,leaving him raw. His entire skin was tingling and sensitive, his cockmost tender of all. He gripped Martins hips with bruising pressurejust to stop the shaking of his hands. Martin writhed beneath Henryand rutted against the bed, making little helpless cries with each ofHenrys thrusts. He pushed his shoulders and chest up off the bedand twisted to look back at Henry and reach for him. Henry took hishand, bent over it and kissed it.Henry,oh, Henry,youre mine.Henryschest ached with love. He felt sodden and foolish. Who elseswould I be? He blushed and let Martins hand go, caressingMartins buttocks and parting them to look bashfully down at hiscock sliding deep in Martins hole.Willyou come in me? I want to feel it.Henryimmediately began to tremble and kneaded Martins ass to steady hishands. Ill do whatever you want.Thendo it.Henryfucked him a little faster, a little harder, jolting the bed framewith each thrust. Martin cried out and made breathless grunts asHenrys hips slammed into his ass. Martin slipped his hand beneathhis belly to touch his own cock, humping his fingers and grinding hiships back against Henrys. The dusky skin of his asshole was shinywith oil, stretched tight around Henrys cock, and he moved likehis hole was greedy for Henry, that he needed him ever-deeper inside.He lay sprawled on the bed, brazenly offering up his ass with hisback arched, his tawny hair spilling over his face, and Henry wantedto say momentous things to him, impetuous things, but he bit back thewords and came in a blast of white light.Impulsively,without any forethought, Henry pulled out while he was coming, hiscock jerking with each thick spurt, painting Martins fucked-openhole milky