I’m usually a light sleeper and, I think, a little bit restless at times, so at some point in the next few hours we spread out and move apart in the bed.

At some unknown hour in the middle of the night I’m woken by the sound of the toilet flushing and then Paul is creeping quietly back in to the room and crawling up his side of the bed.

“Sorry,” he mumbles sleepily. “Didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“It’s alright, love. I didn’t even feel you go. Give me a cuddle!”

I roll over until I’m lying partly on top of him in the darkness and wrap my arms around his shoulders, kissing him deeply.

“I could get used to this sleeping together thing,” he whispers. “It’s very pleasant.” He kisses me back, delicate and teasing little smooches that are already driving me wild. His hand moves slowly down my spine and then across my buttock, stopping to squeeze softly before making the trip back up to my neck and repeating.

“Did I ever tell you what a nice arse you have?” His voice is a low rumble in my ear as he continues to stroke by back. “It’s so grabbable, so fuckable.” I’m sure that he can feel how hard I’m getting, pressing against his hip. He knows that he’s driving me wild.

“No, you didn’t. Did I ever tell you how good you taste, how delightfully suck-able your wonderfully tasty cock is?” I move my upper hand down and gently take hold of his equally hard arousal and tease his foreskin gently.

“Taste it now,” he moans as I move the flat of my thumb over his slightly exposed tip. I don’t need a second invitation, taking only moments to run a row of quick kisses across his chest and down over his abs.

As I take him hungrily in to my mouth, he rolls me over on to my back, straddling my head and taking my own shaft between his lips. Oral sex is almost better than anal. You have so much control over the speed and sensations that you can give to your partner.

I tilt my head back and suck hard on as much of his shaft as I can take. I can only manage to take about half of his length, as I have a strong gag reflex, but he moans appreciatively as I bring one hand around to gently stroke his hanging balls.

As he continues to suck me, he starts to gently thrust in and out of my mouth. I use my tongue on his glans, applying pressure with each inward thrust. He somehow manages to moisten his fingertip and starts to slowly massage in little circles around my hole as his head bobs up and down on my shaft. I can’t believe how aroused we both are, or how quickly I’m reaching the point of no return.

Slipping his finger inside me pushes me over the edge and I come hard into his throat, causing him to gag involuntarily as he tries to swallow it all. Moments later, I feel his scrotum tighten as he thrusts a little harder in to my mouth and releases his own load on to my eager tongue. As his hot salty semen fills my mouth I swallow repeatedly, not wanting to waste a drop of him.

I don’t want to let him go, but as he softens and shrinks, I can’t keep him in my mouth and have to admit defeat. As he slips out between my lips, I feel his foreskin close over his glans and bunch up into a little collar. Paul lies exhausted on my chest, barely managing to hold up a little of his weight with his elbows on the mattress.

I push him gently off me and carefully move back to be head-to-head. “Oh yeah, still tastes great,” I whisper.

“Hmm… yours too.” He replies sleepily. Within moments his breathing deepens and he drifts off back into sleep. I don’t remember falling asleep myself, but I’m sure it is only moments later.

Despite it being the middle of December, the first light of the morning is showing itself through the curtains by the time I wake. I’m slightly disorientated for a few moments because Paul is lying partly on top of me, his knee raised and his thigh across my groin. I give a slight, involuntary twitch before I realize where I am.

I sense Paul open his eyes and stare at my profile. “Good morning my love.” He whispers in my ear.

I turn my head so I can look into his dreamy blue eyes, falling into the almost bottomless depths of them. “Morning honey. Did you sleep well?”

“I’m not sure. I had the strangest dreams. I dreamt I had the most incredible sex I’ve ever had, both of us coming at the same time. Then, I imagined that somebody sucked my cock and I came in litres.”

“Wow. You have the strangest dreams. There’s no way you’d get that lucky!”

“Seriously, Alan, I loved sleeping with you. I hope we can do this all the time someday. I really love you.”

I rub my hand along his thigh, still across my groin. “Actually, I was hoping that the night wasn’t quite over yet,” I whisper as I slip my hand over his buttock and squeeze gently.

As I feel my arousal grow, there’s a vague feeling of soreness, a little discomfort that isn’t entirely unpleasant, just enough to make me wince slightly as Paul’s hand moves to wrap around my shaft.

“Tender?” he asks. “Me too. How about just gentle hands this morning?”

“Hmm… Sounds perfect,” I moan as his hand begins very slow and gentle strokes with an incredibly light grip. As Paul rolls on to his back to make room, I take him in an equally light grip and we stroke each other gently and slowly, matching our rhythms.

I finish first, a gentle orgasm after a gentle wanking, just a few short spurts on to my belly. Paul climaxes a moment later, a similarly soft and gentle orgasm, barely dribbling semen over my gently moving fist.

I prop myself up on one elbow and watch as Paul’s arousal fades. Once again, his shaft softens, shortens and shrinks back until his foreskin closes over his tip and bunches together, a tiny drop of his come hanging from the opening. I reach out with my fingertip and draw it away, licking it off my finger gently.

Leaning down to kiss him gently on the lips, I’m almost lost once more in those beautiful eyes. “Thank you for the best birthday ever. I love you.”

“I love you too, but we really need a shower.”

“Wow, Paul, you really know how to break the mood.”

There’s the sound of life from downstairs, everyone else has apparently been up for a while. We’re alone upstairs and cross to the bathroom naked. The shower is big enough for both of us and the water is hot.

We’re both far to spent to get aroused again, but there’s a comfort and closeness to be found when washing one another’s hair and bodies that’s both erotic and loving in equal measure.

Even I, not normally a breakfast eater, feel the need for a couple of pieces of toast when we finally make it downstairs. Paul’s starving in comparison and has several slices smothered in butter and honey. He did work a fair bit harder than I did though.

Mum notices me eating and smiles at the two of us. “Are you okay Alan? Did you have a good birthday night?”

“Mum, stop talking!” I manage as both Paul and I blush deeply. I can’t help a little smile though.

“Aww… You’re both so cute when you’re embarrassed!”