hard dawn

by robert craig

Early morning, in the pale light, there’s a slight nip in the air. Roy gets out of bed, trying not to wake Bruce. He shuffles down the hall in the dark. The old wood floors creak and complain. He feels for the bathroom light. It clicks but there is no power. He fumbles around and finally finds where he needs to piss. His eager stream loud and heavy in the tiny toilet.

Bruce is awake in bed. He hears Roy pissing in the bathroom.

Roy finishes and shakes the drips off. Feels himself swelling. His swollen dick in his hand. He heads back to bed and slides under the covers next to Bruce where it's warm. Outside the wind and rain still batter the little house in the dunes. 

Both in bed. Together. The smell of sleep and lingering sweat. Up against him. The weight of Roy's body feels safe. 

Roy finds Bruce stiff. He squeezes his dick and Bruce gives a growl.

Bruce feels Roy push himself hard against his ass. Playful and begging. Bruce's ass is still sticky lubed leftover from late last night. Roy pushes his dick in a little. Bruce is sore but he moans for Roy to go deeper. And he slowly pushes in, putting his weight behind his dick. Bruce feels the burn as Roy slides in. Swollen shaft thick. Fully filled with the length of Roy's arousal. 

Together tight in the quiet morning light.