The sun spread over my naked body, making my skin warm. It quickly spread to my eyes and I was awoken, sprawled across bed and body; the body of Kyle. His legs were dangling over mine and I pushed them aside, desperately needing to take a piss.

I got up and headed for the bathroom down the hall from his room. Last night had left me sore, tired, and a little bit jittery. It had been awesome, but I always feared the worst, and the worst was what his attitude would be. I couldn’t stop thinking that he would tell somebody or people would find out about us. I wanted to keep the little popularity I had.

I trudged to the white porcelain toilet and began my business. It felt weird peeing without boxers. It felt weird to be walking around in a foreign house with no clothes. Not only that, but my butt felt really weird.

Once I ha finished, I crawled back into bed and buried my head in the pillow to escape the blazing morning sun.

After a few minutes I knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep so I rolled over and spooned with Kyle’s body, softly massaging his penis. This got him awake and his eyes flickered open, a smile beginning to stretch across his face.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m a little sore though. And I really need to use the bathroom.” He got up and slowly his nude body steeped onto the wood floor and he lazily made his way to the toilet.

I lay back down and placed my hands behind my head, relaxing and imagining last night. It was amazing what happened when you met new people.

Once Kyle was back he jumped on top of me and we just laid still for a while, his naked body on top of mine, both of us watching the sun rise across Manhattan Beach.

“Lets get some breakfast. I am dying like Starvin Marvin right now.” He got off of me and began to pull me out of bed.

“What do you have to eat?”

“I don’t know. Cereal, toast, eggs, whatever you want.”

“I’ll just have toast.”

“Same”

We went downstairs to his kitchen, still dark because the blinds were closed over most of the windows.

I sat down at the bar, my butt contacting a cold hardwood bar stool in the kitchen bar. I watched as Kyle reached up to grab a plate from the cupboard, his athletic body flexing every muscles from his chest to his torso.

We ate in relative silence.