Butch woke and looked at the clock on the bed stand: 5:57. He was spooned against Ernie, his hard d**k pressed between the man’s ass cheeks. He had to piss. Reluctantly he got up, careful not to awaken his sleeping partner.
Butch stood in the small bathroom and sighed as his golden stream hit the bowl. He still felt the strange but satisfying feelings of contentment and appreciation for what had transpired between the two of them.
He flushed the toilet, came out of the john, and looked at himself in the mirror over the sink vanity. As he stood looking at his reflection and rubbing the rough stubble on his cheeks, another face appeared in the mirror.
Butch looked up into Ernie’s eyes and smiled. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” Ernie replied, his voice still heavy with sleep. Ernie wrapp
