I usually wake with an erection as a matter of course.That morning my partner had taken advantage of the fact mercilessly, so I had found myself waking to the unique sensation of my manhood being enveloped in warm, wet, and slippery flesh. It took me a few seconds to reach the conclusion I wasn't dreaming. Wonderful, though certainly unexpected.It certainly beat a damp flannel, an elbow in the ribs, or (the most frequent)...

He's such a pretty boy.I like to look at him, lying there asleep without a care in the world. Flat on his back as usual, with his arms wrapped round the pillow above his head.Today, as on most days, I'm awake before him and it gives me the opportunity to sit up in bed and just look without making him self-conscious. I like to study the shape of him, the colour of his skin, the slight asymmetry that makes rather than mars...