It’s usually hard to identify that first moment when you suddenly wake up, but the morning after Stefano and I had stayed up drinking all night, it was a little more clear than usual. Although my mouth felt like a sand-dried desert where roadkill had been left to die, I could also make out Stefano’s cologne, which gave new meaning to long lasting. His belly was warm under my right hand, and my left hand was in his hair. We were lying on our sides, me holding him. I nuzzled my face into the area between his shoulder blades and lightly kissed it. He moaned, and I felt myself harden against his scrumptious, full ass which was backed up to me. We were both naked, and I could feel a blanket covering us. I didn’t want to move. I knew that I should open my eyes and brush my teeth, but as long as
