Chapter Twenty

Simon

I wake up the next morning alone. I know Marcus is busy downstairs making me breakfast. I smile when I remember last night. After our frenzied lovemaking, we had fallen asleep, but he had woken me up a few hours later, and I had taken my time exploring his newly waxed body. I had enjoyed the smooth silkiness of the skin and his moans and the way he said my name over and over and the scream when he came; it was perfect.

At dawn, It had been my turn to wake him up with a blow job, and then I had taken him from behind in a slow sensual way. My dick tries valiantly to rise from the erotic memory, but after the night’s activities, I am going to need some recovery time; clearly, I am no longer a young man. I take a shower and put on my favorite suit and a pale pink shirt that reminds me of Marcus’s shirt the previous night. I head down stair and stare at him from the bottom of the stair as he hums to himself as he goes about his work. I clear my throat to catch his attention, and