Their bedroom's available light subdued by thick closed drapes, Don stirred from a deep slumber, awakened not by sound, it was a quiet Sunday morning. His heavy eyelids fluttered open, momentarily remembering the dream of being on a raft surrounded by water. The urgent need to pee painfully prompted the naked man to awaken.
Curled up next to his man, he swung his legs around, stood on the deep carpeting and stretched like a cat. "Just like a typical man", he thought looking at the sprawled torso taking up half the bed. Don drank in the sight of Paul's long, curly brown hair splayed against the pillowcase, toned, muscular arms and legs akimbo and mouth half open, carelessly zonked out. Only his feet were covered under their red satin sheets.
Don loved to secretly stare at Paul's nakedness while he was deep in sleep but the bathroom beckoned, so Don padded silently into the adjacent room, casually emptying his screaming bladder with great relief. Shaking himself, Don realized how sore his anus was, recollecting how Paul had roughly pounded into him. Hadn't he asked for that attention?
He smiled into the mirror at his tousled hair and the dark hickey near his collarbone, silently giggling, "Did he ask for that also?" Don swished a capful of Listerine and spat into the sink, wiping his lips with the dark blue hand towel. His arm muscles felt sore, as he lightly touched his nipple's morning crinkle.
The thought of going back to sleep was quickly erased; Don had something better in mind.
Reaching into the medicine cabinet, he retrieved the bottle of sensual massage oil, its tangerine flavour was agreeably tasty and sinfully worked wonders on every area of skin and this morning it would be Paul's unsuspecting penis.
Dawn was an hour away as Don slowly walked to the edge of the king sized bed, his mind's camera flicking away at the peaceful naked man, exposed for his delight. His hairy, masculine chest, the whitened skin around his crotch, the freckles near his nose, knees, biceps...he'd save the images.
He squeezed a liberal amount onto his hand, filling his palm with the sweet oil before gently easing onto the bed, carefully lying next to his lover who didn't move a muscle.
Don's hand leisurely hovered atop Paul's genitals, his fingers sprinkling the warmed oil along his tumescent penis. He waited for a reaction but there wasn't one.
Don's index finger carefully reached down, spreading oil over Paul's delicate mushroom-shaped head which caused a miniscule stir. As his finger smoothed along the shrunken penis, Paul sighed while Don watched in wonderment as balls rolled up inside the crinkled sack.
Holding his breath, Don patiently waited a few seconds before pouring more of the liquid into his hand, continuing to anoint his lover's member. Three fingers now began to massage the inviting scrotum and along the sides of a growing shaft.
Paul's right knee imperceptibly twitched and he mumbled something quite incoherent.
Don smiled as his fingers easily wrapped around the girth, a perfect fit.
With the greatest of care, Don's oiled digits gripped Paul's cock, using a slow, masturbating motion, moving the slick skin up and down. It started to really grow and Don felt the power, the power to make his lover hard, even when asleep.
