Gabe woke me up in a most pleasant way - by rubbing the head of his dick back and forth across my lips. I didn’t open my eyes immediately. Instead I just lay there feigning sleep, letting him tease me into the mood. It didn’t take long. My cock started tingling in a matter of seconds. Soon it was swelling and lengthening, poking the tip of its head out through the foreskin, stretching itself awake.
“You’re not asleep, Fletch,” Gabe whispered, wedging the bluntly rounded end of his fir'm/soft glans between my lips. “Come on, baby, give me a " blow-job. You know how I hate to waste a good morning erection by pissing it away.”
After shacking up with him for nearly two years, I certainly did know. Gabe wakes up horny nearly every morning. He’s pushing forty but he’s still the most virile stud I’ve ever run into. His balls can be completely drained, then thirty minutes later…