it to me, he murmured.Dowhat? Henry had resumed fingering Martins hole.Youcould choke me, Martin suggested. If you dont want me to doit to you, you could do it to me instead.Why?Henry was baffled by this request.Itfeels good. It makes the orgasm more intense.Itdoes?Martinmoved his hips against Henrys, rubbing his hard prick alongHenrys length. It does.Howdid Martin know this? Who had he done it with? Richard? Henry wassuddenly filled with anxiety and jealousy where moments before therehad only been loving desire.Youcant squeeze too hard, of course, Martin continued blithely.You wouldnt want to killme.Henrymost certainly didnt want to do any sex thing that might result inMartins death!Martin,no, I dont want to do anything dangerous...Oh,its not thatdangerous! You just need to use common sense. It will feel so good tome if you do it.Henrydid not trust that he had reliable common sense, especially whennavigating such murky waters, and he was a little uncomfortable withthe way Martin was coaxing him, but the idea that Martin must havedone this with Richard and who knows who else at Ganymede was apowerful goad.Whatif I will do it, then? What do I do?Youjust hold my neck when I get close. He kissed Henry again androcked his hips, dragging his ass over Henrys cock, and it feltgood enough that, despite his misgivings, Henry was prepared to do asMartin asked.Again,Henry oiled his fingers and reached between Martins thighs, andnow Martin seemed content to let Henry take his time, his wet fingersmaking Martin slippery and stretching his hole just a little. Henryknew that Martin liked best the shocking stretch and burn of Henryscock shoved into his minimally-prepared hole, and usually tried toaccommodate him in this despite his worries that Martin might beinjuredworries that Martin always dismissed. Now, Martin whimperedand twisted his hips down against the pressure from Henrysfingers. He looked down at Henry as if from a great distance, hisgaze hazy, and Henry had to wonder if Martin was really in the roomwith him, or if he was remembering other lovers hed played chokinggames with.MayI oil your cock? Martin held out his hand expectantly and Henrypoured a little oil on his palm. Martin reached around, arching back,and took hold of Henrys prick in his slick hand, tested the lengthof it and drew it hard. He knelt up and held Henrys cock inposition. Are you ready?Goslow, Henry said, putting his hands lightly on Martins hips.Dont rush.Martindid as Henry asked, sitting back slowly so that it seemed to take anexquisite eternity for the head of Henrys cock to push through thetight ring of Martins hole, a squeeze that took Henrys breathaway. Martin rocked his hips, taking in more and more of the shaftuntil he sat solidly astride Henrys hips, grinding his ass againstHenrys lap. It seemed that Henry would never get used to theincredible way Martin felt inside, velvety and feverish and perfectlyfitted to his cock. Henry lifted against Martins weight and Martinmoaned, shuddering, and let his head drop forward, his hair obscuringhis face.Areyou okay?Martinlifted his head and smiled at Henry, the smile of a courtesan, or ofGanymede himself beguiling Zeus. I just love the