Standing he slowly walked to the door; he was watching me in the mirror, and with a grin he rolled his massive shoulders forward, grasping his outstretched hands in front of him spreading his broad back.
I bit my lip as he swung his hands above his head, tensing and shivering slightly. With a gasp he dropped his arms and left the room. My dick was hard, he was always teasing me!
I’d dozed off again somehow and was woken again by Jack sitting on the side of the bed gently stroking my ear. I opened my eyes and smiled as he offered me a hot cup of coffee.
“I’m so lucky I found you Jack.”
He smiled and simply gave me a thumbs up.
“How long has it been now?”
He looked thoughtful as he started to count on his fingers, I loved watching him when he was thinking about stuff. With a smile he held up an open hand and a little finger from the other.
“Six years?” I asked?
He nodded with a smile.
“I wish you could talk.” I said with a soft smile on my face. He looked at me, and then down at the floor. I reached out with my hand gently touching his soft stubbly cheek lifting his face. His eyes lifted to look into mine, a puckered frown on his face.
“Even so, you are perfect.” With that he beams a smile.
There was a ring at the front door, I started to get up but Jack just wagged his finger at me. He tapped himself on his furry pecs and then flicked his thumb other his shoulder to the door silently mouthing ‘I’ll go.’ He left the room again.
Sipping on the coffee I heard the postman talking. Moments later Jack came back into the room, only this time he looked exactly like me.