Author: Jacob, Email: jacobd1209@aol.com
Sunday Morning - Part One
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.
THE END