Sometimes when I awaken before my lover, as dawn creeps over the horizon, his skin looks like gray marble in the dim light. I cannot help but touch him at such moments, to run my hands on his warm, hard flesh. Often he'll murmur in his sleep and, like a cat, rise involuntarily to my touch. Sometimes he'll roll onto his side whilst still dreaming, freeing his half-hard cock that will begin throbbing slightly with his pulse as it rises to a full erection.





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