Sunday Morning

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COPYRIGHT: "Sunday Morning" is Copyrighted (C) 1994 by Jacob Damstetter under U.S. and International Copyrights. ALL rights reserved.

SUNDAY MORNING

by Jacob Damstetter

It's early in the morning, just before dawn -- 5:45 to be exact. The black sky is gently giving way, at the horizon, to that beautiful pinkish-orange color. I've been lying in bed not really wanting to do what I know I have to do. I have just been lying there, listening -- to my partner's rhythmic breathing -- allowing myself to be soothed as the sound of his breath fills the room. He's so beautiful and when he sleeps, God when he sleeps, he looks like an angel. THIS is heaven!

I groan quietly with disappointment knowing that I've got to get moving. I hate to leave him. I love him so much. In one fluid movement, I turn off the alarm clock, kiss his neck, sigh, and slip out of bed. Damn, THIS is unfair.

In the shower, I think, "Being up so early isn't that bad" ... and my mind wanders easily to the events of the night before and what has become our favorite way to have fun, relax, and fall asleep. Mindlessly, I lather myself thoroughly with glycerin soap -- nice and smooth against my skin. My hands follow the contour of my body: neck, shoulders and arms, feet, legs, ass. I take my dick and balls in hand, cleansing them. My dick springs to life and I stroke it slowly, rhythmically. Mmmmmmm, the soap, my hand, and thoughts of ...

Sex with Drew is great. It's the best. He's so passionate and so fucking hot. It's been 10 years and we still "romp" like we did the first time and it's just as exciting. We never get bored with each other. We never get tired of being together. When I think of all the "rules" I USED to have before we met, I can hear him say definitively, "Rules suck!" How did I live my life for so long without this wonderful, sexy man? We don't have rules now and it makes me feel so free, so loved, so lucky.

While toweling myself off, I turn the light off and open the bathroom door and look longingly at my lover sleeping peacefully in that big bed. I notice him stir a little and moan. Sound asleep, somehow he knows instinctively that I'm not there. I feel a tingle of delight in my loins and I smile broadly because Drew would say, "Hey! You can't go out like THAT!" I know but I'm not leaving yet and so my body stays visibly excited.

Back in the bedroom, I hurriedly button the last few buttons of my shirt and slip on my loafers. I pause for a moment to consider my lover's strong, handsome body. His skin is smooth and taut against the firm, well-defined muscle of his shoulders and chest and his legs are toned and sleek -- a swimmers build. His body looks inviting and magnificent.

I touch my dick through the soft summer-weight wool fabric of my pleated grey trousers and say to IT in a whisper, "Behave yourself. YOU can't go out like that!" Oh shit! I almost forgot cologne ... hmmm ... what fragrance today? I quickly scan the bottles on the dresser and choose "Imperiale" Drew's favorite. He always says, "Sounds faggie but it smells great." If he wakes up and smells cologne he knows for sure that I'm gone. I take one last look in the mirror, close the bedroom door quietly, slip down the stairs and out the front door. I push on my Ray-Ban Aviators as my eyes react to the bright sunlight of this perfect summer morning.

The grounds keeper, Tony, hears the door close and says with the garden hose in hand, "Gotta keep these flowers watered. Hasn't rained in two weeks." He's ALWAYS here by 6:30 a.m. even though he's not expected 'til 8. The goddamn hard head ... so dedicated. "Yeah," I say, "Keep it up, they look great. What's on your schedule today?"

"Gonna get the guys to weed these flower beds and the vegetable garden. Then trim the hedges and cut the grass." It's about goddamn time.

"Sounds good to me. Be back in an hour," I quip. My dick stirs as I realize that in a hour I'll be back with my Drew again. I wonder if Tony notices the bulge growing in my crotch. "Nah", I think, "Too old," and I laugh.

"What's that you say?", he asks.

"Nothing I was just thinking something funny." And my mind wanders as it is known to do.

The flower gardens. Drew and I planted those gardens, actually, HE planted them. "Let's buy the flowers and do it ourselves," he insisted, "it'll be fun." I can still see him kneeling in the sunlight his hands dirty with the rich black earth. So intent on the job he was doing. So pleased with his work. He wore those grey shorts that drive me fucking c-r-a-z-y. His bare feet were curled behind him and his strong back and broad shoulders curved forward over his work ... naked except for his shorts. I could watch him for hours, days, YEARS maybe.

At 28 he still looks perfect -- handsome and well-sculpted. Sweating slightly in the hot sun, Drew glistens. The V-shape of his back draws my attention and leads my willing eyes to his tight ass. I notice the dark line of sweat forming in the crack of his ass and immediately I WANT it.

Drew doesn't look a day beyond 18, his age when we first met. Actually, we were best friends for two and a half years before that. He was 18 when we MET but that's another story. "Come HERE," he says, "You're useless. Bring me those flowers you dork." But ... I don't wanna work. I wanna watch. I wanna .... I say with a grin, "You're so cute when you're being pushy."

He snaps, "Well push THIS!"

"Wanna roll around in the dirt?", I ask.

"NO!", he smiles that ice-melting smile of his, "Is that ALL you think about?"

I just smile a knowing grin at him. You bitch, YOU'RE the insatiable one. "But ... SOMEbody's gotta clean you up when this is finished!"

Turning my daydream off for a moment, I walk on to check out the rest of the property. Shit, will they EVER .... "TONY! Get somebody in here to look at this Chinese Evergreen. It's sick ... it's dying. And while your at it get the guys to take the oriental rugs to storage and put down the grass carpets we use in the summer. And the windows ... they're filthy!" Jesus Christ, I PAY for this?

Walking away, I turn to add in a pleading tone, "Hey old man? Stay OUT of the hot sun today. You're gonna kill yourself." At 73 he's had three heart attacks and two by-pass surgeries. Fuck! That old crack'll live forever. HE'LL be at MY funeral.

Drew would be so proud that I was being NICE this morning. I look at my watch. Drew would say, "Get your ass outta here. You're gonna be late." Late? Who cares. They can't start without me! It's 6:50 a.m. and I rush off to face the inevitable.

• Part II -

One hour later I walk back outside and onto the lawn. Did an hour pass THAT fast?

Inside the house I stop in the kitchen for a cup of coffee that I know is already made. "Gooooood Morning." The housekeeper says, "Hazelnut vanilla coffee today. S'okay?"

Appreciatively I say, "Thanks Helen it's a nice change." She KNOWS I hate this shit. I smile because Drew would say, "You're such a bitch. It's coffee isn't it? And YOU didn't have to make it." And then in that quiet sexy voice he'd say, "Come 'ere." Man oh Man, THAT gives me goose bumps.

He's so wonderful. He knows me inside out and often he knows what I'm gonna say before I even think it. He completes my life in a way I never thought possible. And, besides all that, he's hot stuff. "Oh Helen? You can clean my rooms this afternoon sometime. And when the secretary comes in? Tell her to hold my calls. I don't wanna be disturbed. Emergencies ONLY. No exceptions!"

I grab another cup of that hazelnut shit for myself and a coke for Drew and I head back upstairs.

I undress in the living room so I don't wake the sleeping beauty too soon. I slip off my shoes and shirt, wrestling briefly with my trousers. Then I hang them in the living room closet. HIS closet -- filled with CDs, cassettes, videos, computer disks, notebooks, scuba and snorkeling gear, rollerblades, his tennis racket, photo albums, a life preserver, an old tire from his 10-speed and God only knows what else! I look around briefly and smile at his "stuff". He uses the same word to describe these bits and pieces of his life as he does to describe me. "Mine," he says quietly. Then pauses and adds, "Childish and selfish, but so what."

"I like it," I respond. "Mine," I whisper in return. We've been saying that to each other for years. It's kind of like a ritual. It IS a ritual ... between US.

I feel foolish standing in the living room in my Calvin Klein briefs.

A gentle breeze is blowing the drapes and the bright sunlight, already strong and warm, is streaming through the windows. Gently, quietly, slowly I push the bedroom door open and close it behind me. I slip off my briefs and as I sneak into bed beside him I whisper inaudibly, "Mine."

Sex in the morning is a real treat for us because either I'm rushing off to do my morning routine or he's rushing out already late. I always laugh at him while he tries to walk and tie his shoes at the same time. Drew works with kids and he's perfect with them. He loves them. Actually, there's a lot of boy in HIM. He's strong and masculine and powerful but gentle. He's still got a unique, boyish charm that could melt a glacier.

Tenderly, I wrap one arm around him and sneak my other one underneath him. His body is warm and sensual next to mine. Mmmmmmmmm ... THIS is what I long for. Hugging him tightly, I whisper softly, "Hey, good morning sweetheart." "Morning," he mumbles as me wiggles and stretches a little.

"You sleep okay?", I ask.

"Uh huh," he murmurs. I kiss his neck up and down and nibble on his ear and tongue it gently. "Tickles," he whispers, wiggling. He turns to face me and I look into his beautiful brown eyes as we lock in an embrace and kiss. I trace the outline of his lips with my tongue and press it against his teeth. He opens his mouth in response and we passionately explore each others mouths. I feel him push his body closer to mine. I know what he's thinking, "Just can't get close enough." With our lips still locked I rub my hands up and down his back, so muscular and strong. I massage his neck and shoulders and explore the back of his body as if it were the first time. My adventurous hands come to rest on his ass and I squeeze, he moans with delight.

I pull back from him a bit, "Wanna fuck around?" He pushes his lips against mine, grabs the hair on the back of my head and pulls me closer. I feel his teeth bite down on my tongue as I work my fingers into the crack of his ass. I feel his ass muscles contract against the play of my fingers. I drop my little finger to the back of his balls and tickle them. Drew writhes with pleasure and he pushes his tongue deeper inside me, exploring and probing. He grabs me tightly, then rolls onto his back pulling me on top of him. We grind, enjoying the feel of each others bodies and dicks.

Propping myself up on my elbows I take in the beauty of his face. I rub my nose and face against his, kissing it softly. I run my tongue along the line of his jaw and down the center of his neck wiggling it back and forth. I kiss and lick my way down the center of his chest and abdomen. Barely touching him, I run the tips of my fingers up and down his sides and I feel his body pulse with joy.

Down at his feet, I lick his soles, run my tongue along the back of his toes and suck them. Then I explore the inside of his ankle and calf with my tongue and work my way up the inside of his thigh to his crotch. I wet his balls with my tongue and take them into my mouth. At first, one at a time and then both of them ... sucking and biting. I hear him say, "Yeah oh yeah" and moan. I push my finger up behind his balls and massage that "spot" that I know drives him crazy. In response to my probing he thrusts his pelvis and I enjoy the feel of his balls moving in my mouth. I run my finger into the crack of his ass and probe upward.

"Fuck me," he pleads, "fuck me."

Sucking harder on his balls, I pull them away from his body. I let one, and then the other drop from my mouth. I sit up and rest myself on my feet. Reaching my arms out I massage his chest. His nipples stiffen instantly to the touch of my thumbs rubbing against them. I take the tips of his nipples between my fingers and pinch them. "Harder ... harder!", he demands. Drew's whole body quivers as I squeeze and pinch his nipples.

I move my mouth down to just above the tip of his dick and breathe warm, moist air on it. Drew begs, "Oh please. Oh please don't tease me." I quickly take the tip of his dick into my mouth and work my head around and suck it. "Fuck me. Fuuuuuuuck me," I hear him say. I relax my throat muscles so I can take his whole dick into my mouth, feeling him push against the back of my throat. I reach around and grab his ass and push him up against my face 'til my lips rest against his body. I breathe his natural fragrance and feel my nose against the bushy hair at the base of his cock. I squeeze my lips and work my mouth muscles on his dick while he begins to gently thrust in and out of my mouth, fucking my throat. I pull away letting his hard throbbing cock slap against his body. Drew is a full, delicious 8 inches when he's hard and if I suck long enough I'd swear it stretches to 10.

My arms instinctively reach for the back of his knees and push his legs up until his feet are flat against the bed. "You comfortable sweetheart?", I ask.

"Yeah, fuck me please ... please fuck me now," he quietly pleads. He lifts his ass in the air a little as I wet one finger in my mouth and work it up into the crack of his ass. Probing and exploring as if this were my first expedition. I find his asshole and push my wet finger gently into him. He moans, "Oh yeah," wiggling his ass against my finger. I pull my finger out. With the same hand I take some lube from a jar and grease my hard cock. Grabbing it at the base with two fingers, I massage up and down my shaft. Then taking my swollen rod in hand I stroke it and stroke it, twisting and squeezing the head as my hand passes over it. I notice Drew watching me. His eyes are full of desire and anticipation.

I continue to tease him by exciting my throbbing cock mercilessly. Stopping just short of a screaming explosion, I focus my attention on HIM.

I push my lubed finger up his willing ass again and slowly work another finger into him. He's smiling.

I move up into position and rub my dick against his balls. I push up behind them until my hard "angry" cock rests against his asshole. He lifts himself and moves his ass around on my dick until he finds the right spot. Then he pushes his ass against me and I slide in. I'll never get tired of Drew's beautiful ass and the way he works his sexy body around on my dick. He squeezes and works his muscles, more concerned with my happiness than his own.

I lift his legs so they rest on my shoulders and thrust my cock all the way up into him, enjoying the feel of his balls resting on my abdomen. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," he demands. So I begin to fuck his ass slowly at first and then harder and harder, my balls slapping against his tight ass. I can feel the fluid rising in my rock hard tower buried within him. I lean back a little still fucking his ass and watch excitedly as he begins to stroke his own dick. "Yeah, stroke that big dick," I say encouraging him, "Stroke it, Drew." I can feel his ass muscles contracting around my dick. As I fuck him even harder, even faster, I feel the base of his dick from the inside.

Leaning back a little, I lower my mouth down as he pushes the tip of his dick into my mouth. I lick it, tongue it, and suck it, while he continues to stroke his shaft. "I wanna feel you cum way up inside me. I wanna feel your cock explode," he reminds me. I pull my cock almost all the way out and slam it back into his ass ... pull it out and slam it back in ... pull it out and slam it back in. Drew begins to stroke his dick harder and harder in rhythm with my thrusting pelvis. He moans, "Yeah OH yeah, fuck me. Let me have it. Fuck my ass HARD. Yeah fuck my ass."

"You're ass is so hot. I wanna stay in you forever. I wanna fuck that ass all day," I pant.

"Gimme it! Let me FEEL those hot juices fire up my ass. Cum ... CUM ... I wanna FEEEEEEEEL it. Please oh please ..... fuck me ... yeah."

"Drew I'm gonna ... Oh Gooood .... ohhhh .... Drew ...." My body quakes as I shoot up inside of him and I cum and cum and cum and cum while I pump his ass again and again.

I hear him, "Ah ... Ahhhhh ... Ohhh YEAH ... I'm ready ... I'm cummin ... I'm ... I'mmmmm .... aaaaaaaaaaaa." His rod explodes as burst after burst of hot delicious juice shoots up onto his muscular chest.

Fucking his ass slowly now, I put my mouth down to his chest and lick his cum off. "Mmmmmmmmmm," I moan, tasting and swallowing his warm, salty, almost sweet juices.

He smiles that delighted little smile of his and giggles, "You're soooooo bad!"

Snuggling up next to him, I rest my head on his warm, masculine chest, breathe in his fragrance, and absorb (with my hair) the beads of sweat that have formed there.

"Heaven ... THIS is heaven!", I say.

"Shit," he teases, "what the hell do YOU know about heaven?"

• Part III -

Just as we reach the verge of a blissful post-fuck sleep, the quiet of the morning is pierced with a shrill, violent sound. Only half awake, I reach, thinking at first it was the clock. Then I realize, "The beeper ... the fucking goddamn beeper." I say apologetically, "I'm sorry, sweetheart .... I'm sorry." I've already called the secretary even before I finish. "Goddamnit!" I scream, angrily slamming down the phone. Drew watches quietly, he's always quiet when I'm angry at the pager. I growl, "Whoever invented these pieces of shit should be shot."

Back in the bedroom I dress quickly, pulling on my clothes and shoes.

"I'll be back soon, I promise," I whisper disappointedly.

"I'll be right HERE," he says with a knowing smile, "Go do your job."

My loins tingle again as I think of him waiting to soothe and comfort me on my return.

I pause at the bedroom door not really thinking about the bulge forming in my crotch just THINKING about coming back home. "Go on. Get!" he says. Pointing he continues, "But first do something about THAT. You're not gonna need it where YOU'RE going."

Drew pauses and smiles that wonderfully understanding smile of his and commands, "Go. GO! Somebody needs a priest today and you're IT."