It was morning, the overcast light began to fill the bedroom, signaling to the new couple, that the weekend was coming to an end. Harper was content in bed, gleaming at the sight of his--one and only true love, as he lays beside him--marking his first sexual experience, in what seemed to be many years.
Harper had rattled out a yawn: Good Morning, Baxter Brawn!
Baxter responds by curling his knee into the crinkle of Harper's toned and perky caboose, there is a 22--23-year age difference between Baxter and his counterpart, but you could hardly tell, Baxter is the adventurous one. The difference in height, however, was a bit more noticeable, as Harper is nearly half a foot shorter. Harper manages to satisfy all the requirements of a bed mate, and soon to be soulmate.
Hello, hello--Did you sleep well? Baxter replied by letting out a barbaric huff, sounding like a cross between a lion and a tiger.
Harper: Yes, thank you! Shall I go make breakfast... or did you want to put your cock, where your knee is?
Harper could feel the knee press inward more, a masculine and unwavering hand trace the outline of his body, along the side of his buttocks to his armpit. Baxter's fingers slowly raise Harper's arm above his head.
In a moment, Harp, but I have a morning routine I would like to try with you first.
Baxter removed the knee and repositioned himself-- now straddled on top of Harp's ass, Baxter slowly grabbed and secured Harp's other arm. Baxter, a man in his fifties is a tender, sweet and loving hunk, his hair white, although Harper often thought of him as having more pepper.
Are you okay with this? --Baxter asks,
Harper, trying to contain his excitement, turns his head and exclaims: Am I okay with my dream lover `in-me'--this early in the morning? Uh--yeah, I am!
Baxter laughed, and leaned far enough in, his chin could etch the arch of Harper's back.