Arthur awoke Saturday morning to a songbird’s chirps. He checked the clock radio. It showed nine A.M. Xander slept with his back to Arthur, and Arthur palmed his morning wood. Peace oozed through him, and he hoped Xander would also awaken in a calm mood. Moving to the other side of the bed, he knelt close to his new lover.
“Xander.” No response. “Xander. Xander.” Each whisper notched louder.
Xander’s eyes blinked open, and a smile followed. Their lips met in a fulfilling kiss. Xander winked, “Damn, what have I been denying myself of? Take a shower with me?”
Arthur nodded. Xander took his hand, guided him to the bathroom, and into the enclosure. They both were naked and hard. They embraced and kissed, locking their lips and bodies together.
Xander moaned. “I’ve wanted this for so long.
