Henry was hard andpanting, Martin began stroking the sensitive skin behind his balls.Each movement of Martins fingertips sent shivers over Henrysskin. His nipples seemed connected to his crotch, to the skin betweenhis legs, and he felt every nip and swipe of tongue in his cock.Martins tongue flicked at a nipple, and the feather strokes of hisfingertips slipped a little further down between Henrys legs, justat the verge of the skin of his hole, and this secret flesh wasthrillingly sensitive to Martins touch.Henrygroaned and shuddered with mixed fear and arousal.Martinsvoice was low and close when he repeated, Good boy. He broughthis fingers to his mouth to wet them then reached again betweenHenrys legs. His wet fingertip was circling now, and Henry hadnever suspected his lowly hole capable of producing such sensations.His entire body was covered in quivering gooseflesh, sensationspreading out in overlapping ripples from this point of contact, andit was overwhelming.Itfelt so good, but it was a mistake. Hed never come back from this.Hed have to stop it. Soon.Martinslid down Henrys body to kiss and lick the head of his cock, andHenry began to groan, sobbing gasps, while his cock jerked againstMartins lips and Martins fingers massaged his twitching hole.He wanted Martin to do more, something more, but he didnt knowwhat.Martinhefted his balls, then squeezed the shaft of his cock.Kneesup. Martin patted Henrys hip and shifted to kneel between hislegs.Henrybegan to panic again. Hed resolved to let Martin touch, but hedidnt want Martin to lookat his hole. Wait, Martin, you cantLetme see, Henry. Its all right.Henrywanted to refuse, but he didnt want to disappoint Martin. He wasshaking as he slowly drew his knees up toward his chest.Martinlooked down at Henrys exposed hole with an expression of suchtenderness that Henry was able to relax a little, reminding himselfthat Martin loved him, after all, and wouldnt want to hurt him.The air felt cool on his skin, and he felt as conspicuous as if therewere a very bright light shining down between his buttocks. Martinreached out and petted Henrys hole with his thumb, and Henrysmuscles clenched at the contact.Youare such a good boy, Martin said approvingly. Letting me seeyou like this. He put his fingers in his mouth again and rubbedhis fingertips over Henrys hole, and the slickness of his salivaadded a lush dimension to the sensation of contact. Martins touchmade all the hairs stand up on Henrys skin, a scintillating tinglethat was almost effervescent. Martin touched Henry with one hand andidly stroked his own cock with the other. Does it feel nice? heasked.Y-yes,Henry managed. He found he was holding his breath and let it out witha shiver.Martinleaned forward and spit on the skin just above Henrys hole, andHenry felt it dripping down, giving Martins fingers more slip.Henrys hole contracted spasmodically, like a greedy little mouthsucking after Martins fingertips.Doyou know what feels even nicer? Martin asked. He cocked his head,waiting for an answer.N-no.Henry couldnt begin to formulate a guess.Licking,Martin suggested. He shifted on his knees and bent over, lowering hisface toward Henrys hole.No.Absolutely not. He couldnt let Martin do...do that!He wasnt clean enough, couldnt possibly be.No!Henry