This morning, just out of the shower, he dried himself methodically and thoroughly. I like to watch him dry, because every sinew and muscle moves in turn. I asked if I could touch his penis. His pubic hair is growing back and he hasn’t been waxed in a little while. I stroked the fine blonde hair on his balls, and gave his cock little kisses. I inhaled. A freshly showered cock is so fragrant, to the point where my mouth begins to water. I felt it swell in my hand, against my lips, so I asked if maybe I could just suck it a little. I asked this in a quiet whisper of a voice. He told me we really should be getting to work but it would be ok if I popped it in my mouth for a little while. The room was lit beautifully with the pale yellow light of morning and at that point in time, it was just me and his cock. I let my lips slip over the head, felt his foreskin retracting. The taste was exquisite. Skin plus. I was gentle and purposeful, slow. I used my tongue and lips and felt his body twitch and noticed his fingers were motionless, mid shirt button. It was only a minute in time. A beautiful minute where I was lost in my efforts. I wish I could have spent longer there, with him standing in front of me. Instead, he eased his still-erect cock inside his Calvin Kleins and the push towards work continued.