The sun is high when I next wake. Jack still sleeps, and when I pull off the covers, I enjoy the sight of him. Feasting on his fine body, I recall what took place in the night. He looks so agreeable that I grow bold. I pull his d**k into my mouth, not caring it’s dirty. It’s Jack and that’s all that matters.
He issues a moan that’s part surprise, part welcome, and as I suck the d**k I covet, he gets into it, hips grinding, offering an easy thrust now and then. Soon he’s hard and dripping and I’m pulling my own rod because I mean to put it to him, I don’t care what it takes. As I work him, I shift position to get between his legs, and when he comes, I swallow all he gives me. It’s as he issues a long moan of relief that I grab hold and flip him over.
“My turn,” is all I say.
He stiffens
