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dont youthink?Yes,of course. Its the most important thing.Hemust have been planning to do it, because he said goodbye to Ray,although we didnt know thats what he was doing at the time. Itwas when we were in the cloakroom the Friday before the Christmasholiday, and we were all waiting for your bell and standing readywith your coats. Sam put Mr. Pettibones coat back on its hook andwalked over to Ray. He motioned for Ray to bend down, and we allsupposed he was going to whisper something to him, but instead hekissed him! Can you imagine? It was a real kiss, too, full ofpassion. He wished him a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, andMiles jokingly asked if he was going to give the same wishes to allof us. They could have been in terrible trouble, of course, and itwas so unlike Sam. But it makes sense now.Henrydid not know what to say to this.Imsorry I started crying. Its justour kiss made me think that wasthe last time Sam was kissed. That was his last little bit of love.It just makes me so sad! Again his voice cracked and he ducked hishead against Henrys shirtfront.No,dont apologize. You dont need to apologize to me. Henry drewMartin closer and rubbed his cheek on his hair. He felt Martinshands on his waistcoat buttons. Hey. What are you doing?Iwant to touch your skin. I want to be close to you. Please, Henry?Thiswas what Henry wanted, too. He needed some way to deal with theupset, with Martins grief.Theystruggled out of their clothes, everything strewn around them on thebed, and when at last they were naked, Martin ran his hands all overHenrys chest and belly and kissed him again.Iwant to feel you on top of me, Henry. I want the weight of youholding me down. He licked Henrys mouth and arched against him,his cock nudging wetly against Henrys belly.Youwant me to hold you down? Henry didnt like this idea; he reallywasnt in the mood for one of Martins games.Martinshook his head. Not like that. I just want you to get on top of meand stay close to me and fuck me. He wrapped his hand aroundHenrys cock and gave it a slow pull. Please,Henry.Henryrolled over and got the oil out of the drawer, poured some on hisfingers, and kissed Martin while he fingered his asshole, taking moretime to stretch him than Martin would usually put up with.Letme oil your cock.Henrypoured oil on Martins fingers and Martin stroked him hard, hiscock feeling dense and heavy and at the same time so exquisitelytender. When he stretched on top of Martin, Martin clung to him witharms and legs, holding him so tight that he couldnt move. WhenHenry tried to free himself, Martin made a panicked noise and held ontighter still.Shh...Henry extricated his arm from Martins embrace and stroked hishair. I wont go anywhere, I promise. Im right here.Martinhesitated before letting him go with some reluctance, and Henrykissed him very tenderly before sitting back on his heels, keeping ahand on the back of Martins thigh as he lined his cock up withMartins hole.Thisis what
you love, isnt it? My cock inside you. He held his cockin place, nudged with his hips, and shivered at the intense squeezeas the head breached Martins hole. Let me give you what youlove.Martinmoaned and hitched his knees higher, spreading them wider as Henrysank deeper into his body. I do love it, I really do. Hereached up for Henry and drew him down to lie on top of him, chestpressed to chest, and they kissed until they were both breathless.Martin held Henry wrapped up so tightly in his limbs that he couldntmove, but Martin didnt seem to need movement, only wanting Henryinside him, as close as possible. Henry shivered again at the feelingof Martins body tight and slick around his cock, pulsatile andalive.Imthe most fortunate of all my friends, Martin whispered in Henrysear, his hole contracting in a fluttery spasm around Henrys cock.None of them has a lover like you.Noneof my friends has a lover like you, either. Henry made sinuousmotions with his hips, rocking against Martins ass. Just theselittle movements felt so incredible, heat everywhere their skinstouched, inside and out.Promiseme something, Henry. Martins eyetooth was sharp on Henrysearlobe. Promise youll never make me want to die.Henrygave a startled laugh, not sure whether he should be offended. Ipromise, he said. That could never happen between us, Martin.All I want is to make you feel good.Thendo it, Henry. Make me feel good. Martin gave Henry breathing roominside his embrace, just enough that Henry could raise up a littleand move his hips, and he made shallow thrusts while they kissed.Martin arched his neck, offering it up for Henrys mouth, and Henrybit at his pulse, mindful of leaving marks, though for once Martindidnt seem to care. Martin moaned and writhed beneath him and lethis legs fall out to the sides, giving Henry leave to fuck him harderand deeper.Martinsaid, Look at me, soft and hopeful, his hand on the back ofHenrys neck as he sought to look into Henrys eyes. Henry,please. But Henry couldnt bear it; the intimacy wasoverwhelming and he had to avert his gaze. Instead, he bent andkissed Martin with his eyes closed, hooking his elbows behindMartins knees and folding him in two, thrusting his cock as deepas it could go. Martin groaned and reached for his own cock.Henrypushed himself up on straight arms and looked down at Martins handbusy between their bodies as he fucked him. Martins free handranged over the planes of Henrys chest, traced the cords in hisneck, and caressed the side of his face, his thumb pulling downHenrys lip.CanI come? Martins voice was breathy and pressured. I want tocome for you.Henrynodded and rubbed his face against Martins hand. You can. Ahard thrust. Whenever you want.Henrycould feel Martin looking at him, could feel that Martin wanted himto look back. Martins hand moved deftly over his cock, littleflicks of his wrist hiding and exposing the head. Henry dared to lookat Martins face, into his eyes, and felt shy of the depth offeeling he saw there. Martins grief for his friend was plain tosee, but his affection for Henry was there, too. Henry
blushed anewand glanced away. Hips pumping, he wanted to fuck the sadness out ofMartin, to fill him up with his fierce affection, with the very forceof it.Henry,Martin said, and then bit his lip while his hand made a few morepasses over his cock and Henry thrust into him in steady jolts. Oh,god, Henry, please,Henry!Comefor me. Come on, do it.Martinmade a mournful sound and stilled, his cock jerking out ribbons ofsemen across his chest as he called out to Henry again.Henrycame, too, while Martin was still shuddering through his own spasms.The world went white with a silent thunderclap and the pleasure wasforced through him in spurts. He hung over Martin a moment, armsstraight, and then bent to kiss him. Sated, they kissed in aleisurely fashion, and now when Martin looked into Henrys eyes,Henry dared to look back until Martin smiled at him and lowered hislids, lifting his head so that they might kiss again.Henrybent lower still and licked the cooling semen off Martins torso,starting at his belly and working toward his shoulders. He licked anipple, liking to feel it harden beneath his tongue Did I missany?Martingave a low laugh. I think you got it all. He let his hands reston Henrys head, his fingers stirring Henrys hair. Thank you.I feel a bit better now.Good.Im glad. He rolled off Martin and nestled close to his side,within the curve of his arm.CanI tell you something, Henry?Youcan tell me anything, I hope.Fora moment, I imagined I was Sam. I imagined you were making love toSam, because he should have had thatnot with you, I dont meanwith you,but with someone who cared about him the way you care about me. Ithink he might have had that with his friend from Apollo, but thatboy wont even know Sams dead.Henrydidnt know what to say to that.Samdidnt know where the boy was, you see. Hes not in any of thehouses in the neighborhoods along 5th. He could be anywhere, even inanother city. Martin shifted, turning onto his side to face Henry.Can I tell you a secret, Henry? Something I shouldnt have done,but Im not sorry I did?Thissounded ominous. You can tell me anything, Henry repeated withtrepidation.Itold Sam to run away. I told him to steal from Mr. Pettibone, to takemoney and a collared shirt and to run as far away as he could.Henrystarted to sit up, propelled by shock. Martin! If hed toldanyone... Henry didnt even want to say it. If Sam had told,Martin would have been punished.Martinshook his head and drew Henry down to lie next to him again. Samwas a loyal friend. I wasnt worried.Henrywas stunned, horrified. You cant everrisk yourself like that again. Never,Martin! Promise me! He took hold of Martins shoulder and shookhim.Ipromise, Martin said sheepishly.Youcant say anything like that to anyone! I dont care whatshappening to your friends, you have to protect yourself. Youre themost precious thing to me, Martin. You cant take risks! It doesntmatter what happens to anyone else as long as youre safe!NowMartin looked ashamed of himself. It was wrong of me, I know. Imsorry, Henry. I wont do it again.Henrygrabbed Martin
and pulled him close and it was awkward, all elbowsand knees, but Henry couldnt let him go. He knew that if Sam hadtold Adam, if Adam had somehow forced the information out of him,then Adam would definitely have reported Martin and Martin would havebeen whipped. The idea that someone else could decide what wouldhappen to Martin was terrifying. He imagined Adam watching Martinbleed and listening to him scream, and let out a high, panickedwhine.NowMartin was soothing him, gentle strokes like a balm. Its allright. Ill obey you, I will. I wont put myself at risk, Ipromise.Youabsolutelypromise?Martinkissed him, patient and tender. I do, I promise. He smoothedHenrys hair back from his forehead and kissed his nose. Imsorry, Henry. Will you please forgive me? He put his arms aroundHenry and drew him close, ducking his head to tuck himself beneathHenrys chin.Henryswallowed hard and blinked away the tears that threatened to fall.But there was no question he would forgive Martin anything.Iforgive you. Just...dont ever do it again.Thankyou, Henry. I really am sorry. Martin snuggled against Henryschest, an arm around his back, and stayed there until it was time forhis dinner.WhileMartin was gone, Henry slept, as he so often did, and dreamed that heand Martin were bound together with a snarled web of thread that madeit difficult to move, and this was the knot that connected them, andit was both reassuring and worrisome that the only way it would comeundone was with a knife.Thenext morning, Martin remained understandably upset about Samsdeath, and he looked as if he might have been crying before Henrywoke, but he was in a better mood than the day before. At school,some of Adams long-time cronies made overtures towards Henrysgroup: Jeremy Blankenship with his Raymond and Daniel Hollingsworthalong with his Allen crossed the invisible line across the yard thatdivided their groups and made an effort, offering around jelly beansand furtive pinches of snuff.Ididnt know how bad it was for the poor thing, Jeremy explainedto the gathered boys. Adams always been a bit mean, of course,but why bother bullying a slave? Its hardly a fair fight.Youreally didnt know? Freddie asked. Couldnt you see theevidence? Wasnt he sharing him around with you? The rest of theboys nodded their heads and murmured agreement: Adams friendsshould have been able to tell.Notsince back before Halloween, Daniel told them. He bowed out ofswap parties after that fight, after his nose got broken. Here henodded at Henry in acknowledgement. Before that, he was always alittle rougher than I liked with Allen, but nothing too alarming.This was all a surprise to us.Honestly,Jeremy said, we were only friends because our fathers do businesstogether. Personally, I dont want to associate with anyone whomistreats a slave so badly that he wants to die. All were inagreement that no one cared to know such a person.Henrylooked up and across the yard to where Adam stood with his fewremaining friends. Adam seemed furious, his face very red. His nosehadnt healed quite right, and Henry actually did feel a littleguilty about that. Adam saw him looking and sneered.Wedmuch prefer to hang with you lot, Daniel said,
looking bashful.Does that sound all right?Theboys looked at each other, shrugging. They had no real leader, no oneto make decisions like this. It had always been that way: Henry wasrichest, but least interested in leading, and overall ill-equippedfor the role in any case; Charles was most suave and thus mostadmired, but perhaps too cavalier and self-centered to speak reliablyfor the group; Louis was best at finding new ways to misbehave, anddefinitely wanted the job, but was too short and comical for the restto take him seriously. Still, Louis spoke up and said, You can dowhatever you want. None of us will stop you, and none of theothers felt the need to add anything else.Danielthen shared the interesting information that Mr. Pettibone was soangry about the way Adam had misused Sam that he had threatened notto replace him at all, a prospect that had many of the boys feelingvery righteous in anticipation of Adams humiliation. Nothing moreshameful could be imagined. The last time anyone could recall a boyof age not having a slave to wait on him at table was two years priorwhen a rich abolitionists oddball son was a student for a verybrief period (it had not been a good fit; the boy had moved on).Hisfather is going to have to pay a big fine, too, Daniel said. Notas big as if Adam had killed him outright, but still a lot of money.Adamshould be punished, though, Henry said, and he wished Adam mightbe whipped, at least, for what hed done to Sam. Adam losingnothing but money and social connections didnt seem likepunishment enough when poor Sam had lost his life.Henryglanced over at the slaves. They remained subdued and somber, stillin mourning, but they were watching the interaction between masterswith interest. With Louis pronouncement, Jeremy and Daniel gavetheir slaves leave to join their friends, and Raymond and Allen werewelcomed by the group with eager warmth and affectionate gestures,handshakes and pats on the back. To Henrys mild surprise, VictorsWill embraced Allen tightly and pressed a kiss to the corner of hismouth, but no one else seemed to have noticed this small violation ofprotocol, and Henry certainly wouldnt point it out. He thought ofwhat Martin had told him, about Sam kissing Raymond at winter break,and felt that if slaves wanted to kiss one another, they ought to beable to do it.Really,everyone ought to be able to kiss whoever they wanted withoutcondemnation or repercussion.Theyall went in at the bell and crowded into the cloakroom. Martinsglasses fogged in the warmer indoor air and he hurried to wipe themdry with his handkerchief before shedding his coat or helping withHenrys.Sorry,Sir.Itsquite all right, Henry assured him. Dont feel you have torush.Helooked across the room and saw Adam shrugging out of his ownovercoat, letting the hem drag on the floor as he slung it onto itshook.Theboys surrounding Adam took mean-spirited interest in his situation.They took ostentatious advantage of their slaves services, biddingthem to straighten their neckties, put their hair in order, tie theirboots. Adam scowled furiously at these displays of congenialservitude, his porcine face very red, and shouldered his way roughlythrough
the crowd toward the hall. His classmates did not allow himeasy passage, slow to make way.Ralphprovides such good service, Wendell remarked to the room at large,his voice raised to be sure Adam would hear. Id never want togo back to life without a slave.Masteryis the mark of a gentleman, Joshua pointed out, chin lifted soMiles could adjust his necktie. Without a slave, a fellowsnothing but a rich boor.Apig, Daniel suggested of his former friend. A disgusting,vicious animal. Allen knelt at his feet, knotting the laces of hisboots.Henrythought this accurate in describing Adam but very unfair to pigs.Martinslid Henrys coat off his arms and hung it, then hung his ownalongside.Wouldyou like me to straighten your tie, Sir? He cocked his head andsmiled. Henry recalled that Martin had additional reasons of his ownfor wanting to see Adam humiliated.Witheveryone making such a show of preening and grooming, Henry felt itvery appropriate to accept Martins attentions. As Martin fussedwith the knot of his necktie, Henry watched Adam muscle his way outinto the hall.Nodoubt Adam would eventually be provided with another companion,though hopefully not soon. It wasnt realistic to hope Adam mightbe punished with enough severity to satisfy Henrys sense ofjustice, but at least this social condemnation was something,and there was some righteous pleasure to be taken from observingAdams shame.There,Sir. Martin placed his hands flat against Henrys chest, alittle emphatic pressure. Youre set. He busied himselfmaking sure the books for Henrys afternoon classes were in hisbag.Henryglanced around the room; no one was paying him any attention. Heleaned close to Martin and said, Id never want to go back tolife without a slave, either. He immediately felt his face growhot.Martinbeamed at him. Oh, Sir, I definitely wouldnt want that for you!I think the current situation is ideal. He held out Henrysschoolbag. Everythings ready, Sir.Theyparted ways in the hall, Martin going to the slave side and Henry tothe regular. He sat staring out the window into the empty yard duringgeography class, his gaze unfocused. Not only would he never makeMartin want to die, hed do whatever he could to make him happy. Ashe imagined ways he might do this, visions full of nudity andtenderness, his reverie was interrupted by Mr. Brasenose asking himto name the longest river in China, which he was not able to do.Following a scolding for inattention, he was set the task of copyinga map from the geography book and reluctantly put aside thoughts of ahappy Martin for a later time.Ifmastery was the mark of a gentleman, then Henry would be the bestmaster he could be. Hed take care of Martin and take up for him.Hed appreciate him. Hed love him, even if he was afraid to sayso aloud; hed do what he could to make sure Martin felt it, evenwithout the words.OnFriday morning, Philip informed everyone that hed seen the signalat the bell tower in the park: the lake was frozen hard enough forskating. At lunchtime, Louis and other organizationally-minded boysdecided where and when they should all meet up Saturday morning for askating party. Many of the boys took their slaves downtown afterschool to purchase
ice skates, Henry included. Louis already had someof James old skates for Peter, so Henry ended up riding theomnibus alongside Freddie, with Martin and Tom chatting in the aisle.Freddiewas asking questions Henry would have preferred not to answer,questions that likely wouldnt have been asked if Louis had beenthere as a buffer. He nudged Henry with his elbow. So why is ityou dont want to swap him, anyway? he asked. Everyonewonders, you know.Henrysquirmed a little, uncomfortable with the topic and the scrutiny.Well, its how you get diseases, for one thing.Freddiedid not seem convinced. You can always use a rubber if you want.Besides, no one weknow would have any diseases, Henry.Henry,who knew that James Briggs had been treated at least once forgonorrhea, did not trust that anyones status as a gentleman wouldstave off disease, but he didnt share this with Freddie.Martinsa good friend to me, Henry said. I wouldnt put any otherfriend through that, after all.Well,sure. But slaves arent like us,Henry. Havent you ever asked him what sorts of things he got up toback before he was sold? How many partners hes had? I canguarantee you, its dozens,and in all kinds of combinations. The things we ask them to do are noworse than the things they all did of their own accord back in theirHouses. They wantto do it.Despiteall his fretting about Martins sexual past, Henry had never wantedto consider, and so had never asked about, Martin participating inany sort of group arrangements like that which hed witnessed atCharles party; hed wanted to believe that Martin had had sexwith one boy at a time, and very few of them at that. Hed decidedfor himself, based on absolutely no evidence whatsoever, thatGanymedes reputation and history meant fewer shenanigans insideits walls. Confronted with Freddies remarks, however, herecognized that these stubborn assumptions might very well be naive,laughable. He felt a leaden weight in the pit of his stomach, andwhen he turned to dart a glance at Martin, Martin was too busylaughing with Tom to acknowledge Henrys regard.Dry-mouthed,he said, You might be right, just to give Freddie some sort ofanswer.Atthe sporting goods store, he watched Martin try on skates, bucklingthem on over his boots and standing up with wobbly ankles, laughing.Had Martin ever done that, lie on his back with a cock in his ass andanother in his mouth? Once hed let the possibility enter histhoughts, it took over, seeming likely to the point of certainty. HadMartin liked it? Henry suspected he would have. Did he like it betterthan having just one man at a time, even if that man was crazy abouthim and would do anything to make him happy?Doyou think these will be good, Sir? Martin asked, bright andexcited. They do seem the right size.Imsure theyll be fine, Henry told him, struggling to keep hisvoice even and neutral, unless you want to try on others for somereason.Martinbeamed at him and shook his head. No, Sir. Im happy withthese.Henrypaid, as did Freddie, and they caught the omnibus back uptown.Freddie asked no more questions about Henrys swapping philosophy,for which Henry was most grateful. Instead, Freddie shared randombits of