I awoke at 4 a.m. to the sounds of a thunderstorm. Tammy was sound asleep and looked peaceful, so I slid out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and peed a river.
I put on my terrycloth robe and slippers and made my way to the kitchen to brew coffee.
I saw a figure move through the den and onto the glassed-in sun porch.
I walked out there and saw Jacob lying on the couch watching TV.
I said, "Boy, what the fuck! When did you get here, and how the hell..."
He interrupted me and said, "Bella got sick, so I drove her home. And I told you I can deactivate your alarm easily. I came here because I don't want to hear my dad bitch and gripe. I've been here about an hour."
I said, "You know damn good and well I am going to bitch and gripe. Not about Bella and you coming home, but about you not calling on the way to tell me y'all are on the road, driving in a storm! And quit fucking with my alarm system!"
Jacob laughed out loud and said, "OK. But you don't need to give me the code or anything; I have that. And by the way, I did reactive the gate, just not the house."
I sat down in my chair and let my robe hang open, then put a blanket over me.
Jacob asked, "Why are you covering up Bruiser? He likes to look around, too!"
He then stood up and walked to the kitchen, made himself another cup of coffee, and returned, eating a breakfast bar and a slice of cheese.
I said, "Bruiser gets cold. He likes to be wrapped in warmth. Your mouth looks pretty warm."
Jacob laughed and said, "Oh yeah? Well, I hear it gets pretty steamy in Matthew's old room. Finish your coffee, Ole Man, and if you can make it upstairs, I'll be there. Mouth and all."
I watched as he basically sprinted up the back stairs, taking them two at a time until he was out of sight.
I looked at the clock - 4:26 a.m.
I, too, sprinted towards the back stairs.
The room was dark as I entered it. The curtains were pulled back, and I could see the rain and lightning through the glass panes and hear the thunder but see little else.
Jacob was under the bedcovers, and I shed the robe and climbed into bed.
I immediately felt the hardness of Jacob's body. His long frame was stretched out, and he was lying on his back. My hands began exploring his smooth skin. I ran my rough, calloused fingers over his chest, across to his right nipple, which was hard, erect even, and then up to his chin.
The stubble of his beard, maybe he shaved the day before, was rough on my stiff fingers.
I ticked his arm's pits, then rubbed my fingers back down his torso, finding his naval and fingering the hole that was covered in dark hair as his body shuttered underneath my light stroking of his skin.
I continued running my fingertips lower until I could feel the dark, coarse pubic hairs that were neatly trimmed, and directly below them, I found the nine-inch tube of young man's meat that was hard, oh so hard, yet soft and smooth.
The big, almost pinkish helmet head of his long cock was oozing precum, and I spread the natural lubricant around on his shaft.
