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Francis stood up.“Now, we spend what time we have left together and enjoy that time.”He tried to smile but gave up.“Come, I believe you promised to show me something special?”

Mason stood up and grabbed the photos from the top of the breakfast bar.“Okay.I’m going to grab a beer first.Meet me in the bedroom.”

Francis arched one eyebrow.“The bedroom?Pray tell, whatareyou going to show me?”

Mason rolled his eyes.“Like you’ve not seen everything already.”

That made Francis laugh.“How right you are.In the bedroom it will be then.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Mason woke up the nextmorning with a smile on his face.He stretched and yawned before swinging his legs over the side of the bed.He could hear the television, but only slightly.Again, he smiled, remembering turning it on for Francis just before falling into bed exhausted.

He went into the bathroom to relieve his bladder, brushed his teeth and headed out to make some coffee.With that done, he made his way to the living room.Mason stopped and leaned against the doorway, taking in Francis, reclining on the small sofa, nude.

The night had been spent with Francis making love to him in a way that he could never have imagined.It was unlike any type of sex he’d ever had or even realized could happen.For the fist time he felt he truly understood what making love really was.

Mason wasn’t sure how Francis had managed it but was oh so grateful that he had.He let his eyes roam down Francis’ body.He took in the well-developed chest, covered with a smattering of dark hair.The perky nipples that begged to be played with.His tight tummy also lightly covered in fur.His long uncircumcised penis and fuzzy balls.He sighed contentedly.

“Are you planning on standing there staring at me all morning?”Francis asked, his own eyes never leaving the TV.

“Maybe.”Mason answered, not moving.

Francis finally smiled and looked up.“That is a perfectly acceptable answer.”

“You should never wear clothes again.”

“What if Ellen, or even more concerning, Gerald, were to pay a call?”

“Hmph.What makes you think I’d even answer the door?”

“That would be very impolite of you,” Francis replied as he stood up.

Mason watched the play of muscles in his legs.“Maybe you should come back to bed.”

“Was last night not enough for you?”Francis slowly walked towards Mason, a slight grin on his face.