I woke up the next morning in a tangle of arms, legs and dogs. Some time during the night I must have gotten up and covered us with polar fleece blankets and provided us with pillows from the couches. Snatches of the previous night came back to me—the incredible lovemaking, Andy’s declaration of love and his request that I teach him all there was to know about man-to-man loving so he could pleasure me in every way possible. He’d been contrite that I hadn’t had the opportunity to climax myself. I’d told him I was more than satisfied. In fact, I enjoyed that I was still sexually aroused and even relished the s****l tension, despite having a slightly sore butt. I tactfully withheld that last bit of information. He said he knew someday soon it would be my turn. I took him at his word, and we’d
