Chapter 27
Tom was awakened this particular Sunday morning by Jack’s talented mouth offering coffee-flavored kisses and a blowjob.
“Gotta go, babe,” Jack said after he’d finished sucking Tom off, and he bounced out the door.
Dear God, how can anyone be that bouncy at five thirty on a Sunday morning?
Jack probably thought he’d left Tom to fall back to sleep with a satisfied smile on his face, but Tom did no such thing.
In spite of how good his lover had just made him feel, Tom wasn’t a happy camper. While it wasn’t unusual for Jack to head out to an early job at the crack of dawn, it was when said job happened to be on a Sunday morning.
Jack had pissed and moaned about it when it had first come up, but Miz Dinwiddie was a member of his Daddy’s congregation and an old friend of his Mom
