***
Knowing that Roger sleeps heavily, I arise well after our coupling, a need for a bathroom visit which I decide to detour.
I quietly move to the spare bedroom, careful not to create noise and thus offer an undeserved shock to Douglas’s p***s. I momentarily turn off the sound activation switch and whisper.
“Not a sound, Douglas, I have a house guest. I need to urinate and you will cleanse me. I know how much you have been trained to appreciate the taste of another man. I am turning the switch back on, power set at high.”
Naked, lights remaining off, I can see well enough to seat myself, my quim brimming with Roger’s juices. But my need comes first, gently pulling Douglas’s tube upward, by now the gesture merely symbolic. His lips knowingly purse, I release, the torrent silently imbib
