I woke up that morning like any other to the sound of an alarm. I opened my eyes just wide enough to get in some sunshine from the window. I closed them immediately not wanting to get up and go on through the day with my hangover stupor. I guessed I must have had a pretty good time last night if I couldn’t remember a thing. I don’t normally drink but because of a friend’s bachelor’s party, I had gotten a little more…tipsy than I should have. I couldn’t remember anything from last night.

As I was trying to figure out what I did, I noticed a smell. This scent wasn’t familiar to me and had an odor of sweat mixed with booze and cologne. I looked over to see what was causing this aroma and saw the most gorgeous boy I had ever laid my eyes upon. He was snuggled under the covers and from what I could see he was about 19 with jet black hair and a face more innocent and pure looking than the angels themselves. I didn’t really stop to think why he was there. I just kinda examined, well admired him a little longer before he began to stir.

“Good morning stud.”

His red juicy lips parted with his eyes still closed. I didn’t know how to respond to this and I just continued to stare. When he heard my response, or more rather lack of a response, he opened his eyes just slightly and smiled the whitest teeth possible at me. It was like he just continued to get hotter. He licked his lips before he spoke again.

“Mmm. What time is it?”

He stretched his body out on the bed and commenced to pull the covers off of his smooth, slender frame of pale skin. I looked over at the clock and told him it was 7am. He seemed indifferent to the news and continued to stretch the night out of him. He also didn’t seem hung-over at all but I couldn’t remember even meeting this guy let alone whether he drank at all. He finally made his way out of bed and I gasped when I released he didn’t have underwear on and his soft penis and low hanging balls were exposed. He looked down and once again seemed indifferent. His penis must have been 5 inches soft and his balls swung between his stone carved legs. His package was nestled in a small forest of pitch black pubic hair that jutted out. This was definitely a strange morning for me not ever being in this situation before. Should I ask him his name? Or would that offend him? Maybe start up small talk? No, it would probably get awkward.

“Where are the coffee filters?”

That question pushed me out of my day dreaming state and back into reality. I pointed to the cabinet above the coffee maker.

“Are you going to speak at all today?” He asked with a deceptive smirk on his face. I nodded.

He giggled. “Ok. Do you at least remember my name?” He said biting his lip. I tripped over words until I came up with syllables that magically formed into a name.

“Jack?”

“Jake. Close though. I’m honesty surprised that you can remember your own name with the way you were knocking back those drinks last night.”

“I know my name, do you?” I asked trying to flirt a little.

“Um… Jason right?” I nodded yes. He had a proud look