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Subject: Story: Sunday Morning (m/m)
Date: 18 Oct 1994 21:19:06 -0400
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COPYRIGHT: "Sunday Morning" is Copyrighted (C) 1994 by Jacob Damstetter
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SUNDAY MORNING
by Jacob Damstetter
It's early in the morning, just before dawn -- 5:45 to be exact. The
black
sky is gently giving way, at the horizon, to that beautiful pinkish-orange
color.
I've been lying in bed not really wanting to do what I know I have to do.
I have
just been lying there, listening -- to my partner's rhythmic breathing --
allowing
myself to be soothed as the sound of his breath fills the room. He's so
beautiful
and when he sleeps, God when he sleeps, he looks like an angel. THIS is
heaven!
I groan quietly with disappointment knowing that I've got to get
moving. I hate to leave him. I love him so much. In one fluid movement,
I turn off the alarm clock, kiss his neck, sigh, and slip out of bed.
Damn, THIS is unfair.
In the shower, I think, "Being up so early isn't that bad" ... and my
mind
wanders easily to the events of the night before and what has become our
favorite
way to have fun, relax, and fall asleep. Mindlessly, I lather myself
thoroughly
with glycerin soap -- nice and smooth against my skin. My hands follow
the
contour of my body: neck, shoulders and arms, feet, legs, ass. I take my
dick and balls in hand, cleansing them. My dick springs to life and I
stroke it slowly,
rhythmically. Mmmmmmm, the soap, my hand, and thoughts of ...
Sex with Drew is great. It's the best. He's so passionate and so
fucking
hot. It's been 10 years and we still "romp" like we did the first time
and it's just
as exciting. We never get bored with each other. We never get tired of
being
together. When I think of all the "rules" I USED to have before we met, I
can
hear him say definitively, "Rules suck!" How did I live my life for so
long
without this wonderful, sexy man? We don't have rules now and it makes me
feel
so free, so loved, so lucky.
While toweling myself off, I turn the light off and open the bathroom
door
and look longingly at my lover sleeping peacefully in that big bed. I
notice him
stir a little and moan. Sound asleep, somehow he knows instinctively that
I'm not
there. I feel a tingle of delight in my loins and I smile broadly because
Drew
would say, "Hey! You can't go out like THAT!" I know but I'm not leaving
yet
and so my body stays visibly excited.
Back in the bedroom, I hurriedly button the last few buttons of my
shirt and
slip on my loafers. I pause for a moment to consider my lover's strong,
handsome body. His skin is smooth and taut against the firm, well-defined
muscle of his shoulders and chest and his legs are toned and sleek -- a
swimmers build. His body looks inviting and magnificent.
I touch my dick through the soft summer-weight wool fabric of my
pleated
grey trousers and say to IT in a whisper, "Behave yourself. YOU can't go
out like
that!" Oh shit! I almost forgot cologne ... hmmm ... what fragrance
today? I
quickly scan the bottles on the dresser and choose "Imperiale" Drew's
favorite. He always says, "Sounds faggie but it smells great." If he
wakes up and smells
cologne he knows for sure that I'm gone. I take one last look in the
mirror, close
the bedroom door quietly, slip down the stairs and out the front door. I
push on
my Ray-Ban Aviators as my eyes react to the bright sunlight of this
perfect
summer morning.
The grounds keeper, Tony, hears the door close and says with the
garden
hose in hand, "Gotta keep these flowers watered. Hasn't rained in two
weeks."
He's ALWAYS here by 6:30 a.m. even though he's not expected 'til 8. The
goddamn hard head ... so dedicated. "Yeah," I say, "Keep it up, they look
great.
What's on your schedule today?"
"Gonna get the guys to weed these flower beds and the vegetable
garden.
Then trim the hedges and cut the grass." It's about goddamn time.
"Sounds good to me. Be back in an hour," I quip. My dick stirs as I
realize that in a hour I'll be back with my Drew again. I wonder if Tony
notices
the bulge growing in my crotch. "Nah", I think, "Too old," and I laugh.
"What's that you say?", he asks.
"Nothing I was just thinking something funny." And my mind wanders
as
it is known to do.
The flower gardens. Drew and I planted those gardens, actually, HE
planted them. "Let's buy the flowers and do it ourselves," he insisted,
"it'll be
fun." I can still see him kneeling in the sunlight his hands dirty with
the rich
black earth. So intent on the job he was doing. So pleased with his
work. He
wore those grey shorts that drive me fucking c-r-a-z-y. His bare feet
were curled
behind him and his strong back and broad shoulders curved forward over his
work
... naked except for his shorts. I could watch him for hours, days, YEARS
maybe.
At 28 he still looks perfect -- handsome and well-sculpted. Sweating
slightly in the hot sun, Drew glistens. The V-shape of his back draws my
attention and leads my willing eyes to his tight ass. I notice the dark
line of sweat forming in the crack of his ass and immediately I WANT it.
Drew doesn't look a day beyond 18, his age when we first met.
Actually,
we were best friends for two and a half years before that. He was 18 when
we
MET but that's another story. "Come HERE," he says, "You're useless.
Bring me those flowers you dork." But ... I don't wanna work. I wanna
watch. I wanna .... I say with a grin, "You're so cute when you're being
pushy."
He snaps, "Well push THIS!"
"Wanna roll around in the dirt?", I ask.
"NO!", he smiles that ice-melting smile of his, "Is that ALL you
think
about?"
I just smile a knowing grin at him. You bitch, YOU'RE the insatiable
one.
"But ... SOMEbody's gotta clean you up when this is finished!"
Turning my daydream off for a moment, I walk on to check out the rest
of
the property. Shit, will they EVER .... "TONY! Get somebody in here to
look at
this Chinese Evergreen. It's sick ... it's dying. And while your at it
get the guys
to take the oriental rugs to storage and put down the grass carpets we use
in the
summer. And the windows ... they're filthy!" Jesus Christ, I PAY for
this?
Walking away, I turn to add in a pleading tone, "Hey old man? Stay
OUT of the hot sun today. You're gonna kill yourself." At 73 he's had
three heart attacks and two by-pass surgeries. Fuck! That old crack'll
live forever. HE'LL be at MY
funeral.
Drew would be so proud that I was being NICE this morning. I look
at
my watch. Drew would say, "Get your ass outta here. You're gonna be
late."
Late? Who cares. They can't start without me! It's 6:50 a.m. and I rush
off to
face the inevitable.
- Part II -
One hour later I walk back outside and onto the lawn. Did an hour
pass
THAT fast?
Inside the house I stop in the kitchen for a cup of coffee that I
know is
already made. "Gooooood Morning." The housekeeper says, "Hazelnut vanilla
coffee today. S'okay?"
Appreciatively I say, "Thanks Helen it's a nice change." She KNOWS I
hate this shit. I smile because Drew would say, "You're such a bitch.
It's coffee
isn't it? And YOU didn't have to make it." And then in that quiet sexy
voice he'd
say, "Come 'ere." Man oh Man, THAT gives me goose bumps.
He's so wonderful. He knows me inside out and often he knows what
I'm
gonna say before I even think it. He completes my life in a way I never
thought
possible. And, besides all that, he's hot stuff. "Oh Helen? You can
clean my
rooms this afternoon sometime. And when the secretary comes in? Tell her
to
hold my calls. I don't wanna be disturbed. Emergencies ONLY. No
exceptions!"
I grab another cup of that hazelnut shit for myself and a coke for
Drew and
I head back upstairs.
I undress in the living room so I don't wake the sleeping beauty too
soon. I
slip off my shoes and shirt, wrestling briefly with my trousers. Then I
hang them
in the living room closet. HIS closet -- filled with CDs, cassettes,
videos,
computer disks, notebooks, scuba and snorkeling gear, rollerblades, his
tennis
racket, photo albums, a life preserver, an old tire from his 10-speed and
God only
knows what else! I look around briefly and smile at his "stuff". He uses
the same
word to describe these bits and pieces of his life as he does to describe
me.
"Mine," he says quietly. Then pauses and adds, "Childish and selfish, but
so
what."
"I like it," I respond. "Mine," I whisper in return. We've been
saying that
to each other for years. It's kind of like a ritual. It IS a ritual ...
between US.
I feel foolish standing in the living room in my Calvin Klein briefs.
A
gentle breeze is blowing the drapes and the bright sunlight, already
strong and
warm, is streaming through the windows. Gently, quietly, slowly I push
the
bedroom door open and close it behind me. I slip off my briefs and as I
sneak
into bed beside him I whisper inaudibly, "Mine."
Sex in the morning is a real treat for us because either I'm rushing
off to do
my morning routine or he's rushing out already late. I always laugh at
him while
he tries to walk and tie his shoes at the same time. Drew works with kids
and he's perfect with them. He loves them. Actually, there's a lot of boy
in HIM. He's
strong and masculine and powerful but gentle. He's still got a unique,
boyish
charm that could melt a glacier.
Tenderly, I wrap one arm around him and sneak my other one underneath
him. His body is warm and sensual next to mine. Mmmmmmmmm ... THIS is
what I long for. Hugging him tightly, I whisper softly, "Hey, good
morning
sweetheart." "Morning," he mumbles as me wiggles and stretches a
little.
"You sleep okay?", I ask.
"Uh huh," he murmurs. I kiss his neck up and down and nibble on his
ear
and tongue it gently. "Tickles," he whispers, wiggling. He turns to face
me and I
look into his beautiful brown eyes as we lock in an embrace and kiss. I
trace the
outline of his lips with my tongue and press it against his teeth. He
opens his
mouth in response and we passionately explore each others mouths. I feel
him
push his body closer to mine. I know what he's thinking, "Just can't get
close
enough." With our lips still locked I rub my hands up and down his back,
so
muscular and strong. I massage his neck and shoulders and explore the
back of
his body as if it were the first time. My adventurous hands come to rest
on his ass and I squeeze, he moans with delight.
I pull back from him a bit, "Wanna fuck around?" He pushes his lips
against mine, grabs the hair on the back of my head and pulls me closer.
I feel his teeth bite down on my tongue as I work my fingers into the
crack of his ass. I feel his ass muscles contract against the play of my
fingers. I drop my little finger to the back of his balls and tickle
them. Drew writhes with pleasure and he pushes his tongue deeper inside
me, exploring and probing. He grabs me tightly, then rolls onto his back
pulling me on top of him. We grind, enjoying the feel of each others
bodies and dicks.
Propping myself up on my elbows I take in the beauty of his face. I
rub
my nose and face against his, kissing it softly. I run my tongue along
the line of
his jaw and down the center of his neck wiggling it back and forth. I
kiss and lick
my way down the center of his chest and abdomen. Barely touching him, I
run
the tips of my fingers up and down his sides and I feel his body pulse
with joy.
Down at his feet, I lick his soles, run my tongue along the back of
his toes
and suck them. Then I explore the inside of his ankle and calf with my
tongue
and work my way up the inside of his thigh to his crotch. I wet his balls
with my
tongue and take them into my mouth. At first, one at a time and then both
of
them ... sucking and biting. I hear him say, "Yeah oh yeah" and moan. I
push my finger up behind his balls and massage that "spot" that I know
drives him crazy. In response to my probing he thrusts his pelvis and I
enjoy the feel of his balls moving in my mouth. I run my finger into the
crack of his ass and probe upward.
"Fuck me," he pleads, "fuck me."
Sucking harder on his balls, I pull them away from his body. I let
one, and
then the other drop from my mouth. I sit up and rest myself on my feet.
Reaching my arms out I massage his chest. His nipples stiffen instantly
to the
touch of my thumbs rubbing against them. I take the tips of his nipples
between
my fingers and pinch them. "Harder ... harder!", he demands. Drew's
whole body
quivers as I squeeze and pinch his nipples.
I move my mouth down to just above the tip of his dick and breathe
warm,
moist air on it. Drew begs, "Oh please. Oh please don't tease me." I
quickly take the tip of his dick into my mouth and work my head around and
suck it. "Fuck me. Fuuuuuuuck me," I hear him say. I relax my throat
muscles so I can take his whole dick into my mouth, feeling him push
against the back of my throat. I reach around and grab his ass and push
him up against my face 'til my lips rest against his body. I breathe his
natural fragrance and feel my nose against the bushy hair at the base of
his cock. I squeeze my lips and work my mouth muscles on his dick while
he begins to gently thrust in and out of my mouth, fucking my throat. I
pull away letting his hard throbbing cock slap against his body. Drew is
a full, delicious 8 inches when he's hard and if I suck long enough I'd
swear it stretches to 10.
My arms instinctively reach for the back of his knees and push his
legs up
until his feet are flat against the bed. "You comfortable sweetheart?", I
ask.
"Yeah, fuck me please ... please fuck me now," he quietly pleads. He
lifts
his ass in the air a little as I wet one finger in my mouth and work it up
into the
crack of his ass. Probing and exploring as if this were my first
expedition. I find
his asshole and push my wet finger gently into him. He moans, "Oh yeah,"
wiggling his ass against my finger. I pull my finger out. With the same
hand I
take some lube from a jar and grease my hard cock. Grabbing it at the base
with
two fingers, I massage up and down my shaft. Then taking my swollen rod
in
hand I stroke it and stroke it, twisting and squeezing the head as my hand
passes over it. I notice Drew watching me. His eyes are full of desire
and anticipation.
I continue to tease him by exciting my throbbing cock mercilessly.
Stopping just short of a screaming explosion, I focus my attention on HIM.
I push my lubed finger up his willing ass again and slowly work another
finger into him. He's
smiling.
I move up into position and rub my dick against his balls. I push up
behind them until my hard "angry" cock rests against his asshole. He
lifts himself and moves his ass around on my dick until he finds the right
spot. Then he pushes his ass against me and I slide in. I'll never get
tired of Drew's beautiful ass and the way he works his sexy body around on
my dick. He squeezes and works his muscles, more concerned with my
happiness than his own.
I lift his legs so they rest on my shoulders and thrust my cock all
the way
up into him, enjoying the feel of his balls resting on my abdomen. "Fuck
me.
Fuck me hard," he demands. So I begin to fuck his ass slowly at first and
then
harder and harder, my balls slapping against his tight ass. I can feel
the fluid
rising in my rock hard tower buried within him. I lean back a little
still fucking
his ass and watch excitedly as he begins to stroke his own dick. "Yeah,
stroke
that big dick," I say encouraging him, "Stroke it, Drew." I can feel his
ass
muscles contracting around my dick. As I fuck him even harder, even
faster, I
feel the base of his dick from the inside.
Leaning back a little, I lower my mouth down as he pushes the tip of
his
dick into my mouth. I lick it, tongue it, and suck it, while he continues
to stroke
his shaft. "I wanna feel you cum way up inside me. I wanna feel your
cock
explode," he reminds me. I pull my cock almost all the way out and slam
it back
into his ass ... pull it out and slam it back in ... pull it out and slam
it back in.
Drew begins to stroke his dick harder and harder in rhythm with my
thrusting
pelvis. He moans, "Yeah OH yeah, fuck me. Let me have it. Fuck my ass
HARD. Yeah fuck my ass."
"You're ass is so hot. I wanna stay in you forever. I wanna fuck
that ass
all day," I pant.
"Gimme it! Let me FEEL those hot juices fire up my ass. Cum ... CUM
...
I wanna FEEEEEEEEL it. Please oh please ..... fuck me ... yeah."
"Drew I'm gonna ... Oh Gooood .... ohhhh .... Drew ...." My body
quakes
as I shoot up inside of him and I cum and cum and cum and cum while I pump
his ass again and again.
I hear him, "Ah ... Ahhhhh ... Ohhh YEAH ... I'm ready ... I'm cummin
...
I'm ... I'mmmmm .... aaaaaaaaaaaa." His rod explodes as burst after burst
of hot
delicious juice shoots up onto his muscular chest.
Fucking his ass slowly now, I put my mouth down to his chest and lick
his
cum off. "Mmmmmmmmmm," I moan, tasting and swallowing his warm, salty,
almost sweet juices.
He smiles that delighted little smile of his and giggles, "You're
soooooo
bad!"
Snuggling up next to him, I rest my head on his warm, masculine
chest,
breathe in his fragrance, and absorb (with my hair) the beads of sweat
that have
formed there.
"Heaven ... THIS is heaven!", I say.
"Shit," he teases, "what the hell do YOU know about heaven?"
- Part III -
Just as we reach the verge of a blissful post-fuck sleep, the quiet
of the
morning is pierced with a shrill, violent sound. Only half awake, I
reach, thinking
at first it was the clock. Then I realize, "The beeper ... the fucking
goddamn
beeper." I say apologetically, "I'm sorry, sweetheart .... I'm sorry."
I've already
called the secretary even before I finish. "Goddamnit!" I scream, angrily
slamming
down the phone. Drew watches quietly, he's always quiet when I'm angry at
the
pager. I growl, "Whoever invented these pieces of shit should be shot."
Back in the bedroom I dress quickly, pulling on my clothes and shoes.
"I'll
be back soon, I promise," I whisper disappointedly.
"I'll be right HERE," he says with a knowing smile, "Go do your job."
My
loins tingle again as I think of him waiting to soothe and comfort me on
my
return.
I pause at the bedroom door not really thinking about the bulge
forming in
my crotch just THINKING about coming back home. "Go on. Get!" he says.
Pointing he continues, "But first do something about THAT. You're not
gonna
need it where YOU'RE going."
Drew pauses and smiles that wonderfully understanding smile of his
and
commands, "Go. GO! Somebody needs a priest today and you're IT."