I awaken from my slumber to a gray room. The morning light filtering through the windows indicates it's a cloudy, and likely to be rainy, day. But as I become more aware, I realize another sensation has caused me to wake. I am hard with a morning erection, and I become aware of a warm and wet sensation enveloping the tip of my cock. I glance down to find you sucking and licking the tip, your hand gently stroking the shaft. You glance up, see I'm awake, and silently continue your gentle blowjob. I see your eyes close, and you continue stroking me. I feel your tongue swirling around the tip, teasing me. It's apparent that this is something you want to do just for me. I need not respond in kind; you want me to lie back and enjoy this. All of this is communicated wordlessly.
I think back on the events of the previous six months that brought you back to me. I had been devastated by the loss of my life partner, despondent, wracked with guilt. Then without warning, you reentered my life after 25 years. Your path back to me was also long and difficult. It's as if fate had stepped in to set right what had prevented us from being together so long ago. The fates knew that we would both need to grow before we could be together. It was fortunate that you would chance an email to ask if I remembered you from so many years ago. And once you found me, you took charge. You became my rock, anchoring my drifting soul and saving me from myself. You were my guardian angel, watching over me, protecting me, and showing me that I was still a man, capable of loving, and worthy of being loved. We exchanged a letter, then a few phone calls, and finally you agreed to travel halfway across the country to visit for a few days. Since your arrival, my life has changed in unbelievable ways. I simply cannot fathom the good fortune that has brought you to my bed this cool and rainy spring morning.
