fingers digging into his scalp as he thrust into Henrysmouth. It was so satisfying to do it, to have Martins cock in hismouth here in the open air, that he thought he could come from justsucking him without needing to be touched at all.Martinsbreathing sped up, intensified. He said, Henry!in a low voice, over and over, and his prick swelled just a littlefatter before he stilled and jerked in Henrys mouth. Henryswallowed down his spunk and sucked on his softening cock untilMartin took it away, wincing. Thats enough. He flopped downon the grass at Henrys side, chortling with pleasure as hebuttoned himself up. Henry bent over him, and Martin kissed himpassionately.Now,what would you like from me? He seemed in a very good mood, histone playful, an eyebrow arched.Youcould return the favor, Henry suggested. He shifted, making roomfor his hard prick in his tight breeches. I came so close justfrom sucking you that it wont be much work for you, I dontthink.Butyou know I dont mind work, Martin said mischievously. He rolledon top of Henry and kissed him, reaching between their bodies withhis left hand to unbutton Henrys breeches and drawers. Henrysighed as his prick sprang free into Martins waiting hand. Martinbent to kiss his neck and Henry arched beneath him. Martin began tokiss his way down Henrys chest and Henry pulled the tie fromMartins hair and took it in handfuls, smelled it, rubbed itagainst his skin. Martin kissed his nipples, little licks and bitesthat sent jolts of sizzling intensity to his cock, and Henry groundhis hips up against Martins weight.Kissme again, Henry said in a hushed, urgent voice. Kiss my mouth,Martin, please.His lips felt swollen, sensitized, and they opened eagerly forMartins tongue. Martins clever fingers teased his nipples,twisting them as they grew harder and harder still. Henry cried out,his breath coming in harsh pants. The fact of Martin touching himlike this outside of his bedroom was so arousing he couldnt bestill. He reached down and squeezed Martins fingers tight aroundhis prick, tight enough to hurt, and humped up against Martinsfist....couldhave said she didnt like boating, for chrissakes, and I wouldveunderstood and planned something else. Oh! Look, someones horses!A male voice, sounds of twigs cracking under boots.Martinfroze on top of Henry, a look of shocked horror in his eyes.Adifferent male voice. Horses? Here?See?Horses.Whereare the people?Ourshirts! Henry rasped in a loud whisper. Martin, our shirts!Martinrolled off of him and dove after their clothes.Thefirst voice again, laughing. There they are!Henrydared to look. Two men in hiking costume, perhaps in theirmid-twenties, stood staring at him and Martin as they scrambled inthe grass. Martin shoved Henrys shirt into his hands and Henrystruggled to pull it on over his head.Oh,my god, said the second man. I didnt realize...thats twomen! He began to laugh.Ifyou can call them men,said the first. Its just some rich fairy and his slave. Hisamusement seemed to have graded quickly into cheerful disgust. Heleaned forward, peering at them more closely. Wait a minute...He took a step forward. Say, you there! Youre Hiram Blackwellsson, arent you?What?No! Henry jerked his shirt into place and snatched his waistcoatfrom