Julez Morbius Doris O'Connor
The second continuing week of heat caused a tri-state blackout that day, the boss informing everyone to go home. After walking blocks Trent was not in the mood for the air conditioner not cooling the apartment. Walking through the front door, Trent saw Dirk conked out naked on the living room sofa bed. He closed the door quietly, remembering Dirk’s mention of a mysterious date that afternoon. When Trent tossed his briefcase on the chair, Dirk did not stir, not even the slightest movement came from his hand covering his cock. Staring at his slumbering body curiously, he never realized him as attractive as that moment. Shedding his clothes, Trent walked to the bathroom to shower. The cold water rinsed the sweaty grime. Walking back to the living room, he thought he heard voices, thinking Dirk’s date arrived. He was alone in the same position, only his hand not covering his groin. Hearing him talk in his sleep, mentioning Trent’s name, he leaned over to capture the gist of his whispers.
“Trent I want you, need you. Won’t you love me like I need?”
Trent lay beside him, whispering, “I’m here.” He grasped Dirk’s dick, feeling it harden.