The new day begins with Abel getting at me. I wake to him pulling down my drawers, then putting it to me. He’s quick, like he got himself powerful worked up before. Once he’s come, he does like the first time, gets up to wash, all without a word. I roll over to show him I’m hard. When he doesn’t take note, I tell him he could help me out. “Suck me off would be good,” I say as I stroke my rod.
He turns to watch, but says nothing. He does keep looking as I work myself to some good spurts. Then he begins to shave.
He’s got a little looking glass propped on a shelf above the wash basin, and as I lay in satisfaction, I enjoy watching him, thinking how he can see a bit of me in that glass.
“I like getting up to stuff with you,” I tell him. “You’re fine-looking.” When he just keeps on shaving,
