Silk and Flesh by Littlewing 1957
I recreated the story to the best of my ability, but I have a feeling the original was better. Oh well!
Whenever he was lucky enough to spend time with Jack Twist, Ennis Del Mar insisted that they sleep in the nude. Why waste time, since whatever they wore to bed would certainly come off. Jack was more than okay with this, as he enjoyed the feel of Ennis' skin, and the warmth it provided.
But one night Ennis climbed into bed wearing the crème colored silk PJs that Jack gave him for Christmas one year. Jack rubbed Ennis’ chest with a questioning look. “I’m just tired is all, Bud!” Ennis began as he grabbed Jack’s roaming hands. Jack nodded and moved closer. “That’s okay, Cowboy, you don’t have to do anything. But there is one thing you can do for me. Lay down on your stomach. Can you do that, Friend?” Ennis smiled as he turned and lay down on his stomach.
Jack placed his entire weight on his lover, slid his entire body over Ennis’ still form. Jack placed his hands over Ennis’ and squeezed. He held his lover's hands in a tender embrace. He kissed his husband's neck. Ennis knew what Jack was up to, but he couldn’t fight. He lay still as Jack placed tender, sloppy kisses alternating with tiny bites along his shoulders. Jack blew at the line of saliva that dotted Ennis’ shoulder to dry it, and continued with the kisses and bites. Ennis felt the swell of Jack’s manhood against his buttocks. And when his own cock pressed up against the king sized mattress, Ennis reached around and removed his pajama bottoms in one motion…