I have no idea the time when I wake. The room has the soft light of “early,” and I enjoy the cushion, just as I do waking with Tommy beside me. I watch him sleep, savoring his contentment.
I half-doze in the quiet, and when Tommy finally wakes and rolls my way, he pulls my hand to his hard c**k. I begin to stroke and he starts purring. This always tickles me because his purr is loud, like a lion’s. I peel back the covers and take him into my mouth.
“It’s nearly one,” Tommy says later.
I don’t reply, don’t move. I’m spent beyond reason and want to stay that way.
“Come on,” he says as he gets up. He heads for the shower and I don’t follow. I close my eyes and drift.
Once I’m pried from bed and cleaned up, it’s breakfast, but we don’t talk much. I’m pitching today and have already decide
