Morning found us in bed under the covers and spooned against each other as usual. I lay there, letting the memories of the previous evening float through my mind while contemplating at the same time how we managed to get to the position we were in now. My musings were interrupted by my need to piss. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I returned, I saw Andy had turned over, accidentally pulling the covers off, exposing his morning condition to my view and enjoyment. His foreskin was not fully retracted and I was anticipating finishing the job myself when the phone rang.
Andy jumped out of bed with that look of, Where the hell am I, on his face, his beautiful d**k swaying with the motion.
It was Brad.
“Hey, how was the party?” I asked, pointing to the bed, inviting Andy to li
