My favourite time of the day, if I manage to drag myself out of bed early enough, the only person awake in the entire world.His voice came as a surprise when he said “good morning”, so rapt had I been in solitary reverie. Gay sex The shaft feels thicker, my hand moister. My foreskin slides silently, back and forth, back and forth. I glance across while he looks out into the diminishing darkness. I wasn’t really having a wank, just working my foreskin in a desultory way over the slippery knob, nowhere near orgasm, nor intending to be. The first notes of the dawn chorus were starting to echo through the still, cold air, like distant music or an orchestra tuning. It smells loamy, fresh like the cool of the morning, a different muskiness to my own. Scooping it up I sit down in his chair, and slide back and forth, back and forth. I shuffle past his chair, my bare toe lands in a small viscous pool. Looking down I smile. As befits such an old friendship.The chorus grows louder, in front, back, all around. I run my fingers through it, cool to the touch, silky. The birds, momentarily silenced, begin again only louder this time, drowning out the echoes of mechanical noise.Light is seeping
