It's the morning after the night before. I'm waking slowly, like surfacing from the bottom of a deep ocean of sleep. Recollections of the night before crowd into my mind - me; Rob; jokes about erections, wanking, panties, Nessie, Dragon; touching; being touched; stripping; passion; kissing; rubbing; humping; climax and ejaculation; showering; snuggling. "It's all REAL!" I think. "Impossible, unthinkable, but real."
I open my eyes at last. Rob is sitting on the bed, watching me, and gently rubbing my cheek with the side of his index finger. He leans in and kisses me, lightly, a butterfly, on the lips. "Hello, sleepyhead," he says.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"It's not cockcrow yet," he tells me. "I couldn't sleep, so I got up to pee and brush my teeth."
I struggled to sit up. "I should do the same, " I say, "Don't want to gross you out with my morning breath," and indeed I did feel a slight taste of cum on my tongue from our antics the night before.
"There's a spare new toothbrush on the vanity." Rob says.
"Thanks," I reply and slide my feet to the floor.
The sheer novelty of my new reality strikes me - I've never had a homosexual encounter before, but Rob and I have shared almost every sexual intimacy possible. I never sleep naked, but here I am, naked on a bed with another man. I never walk around nude or show off my body (I don't even like to change in the gym when other men are present), but I'm about to stand up and walk to the bathroom, nude, while Rob watches.
I stand up and start towards the bathroom. It takes an effort of will not to put my hands behind me to modestly cover my ass from view, but I fight it and stroll as nonchalantly as I can across the room. Rob gives a low wolf whistle, and I giggle as I wiggle my ass for him. As I pass the full-length mirror, I glance at myself and I'm almost pleasantly surprised at what looks back at me - not a badly-proportioned body, muscular chest, flat stomach, long legs, moderately sized cock and balls at rest between my legs. "Lucky Rob!" I think to myself with a grin.
In the bathroom, I pee and flush, then move to the vanity. I turn on the faucet and wet a washcloth then squirt some liquid soap on it. I use it to carefully clean my cock and balls, then a quick wipe down my crack and on the entrance to my anus. As I rinse the washcloth, I notice that I'm now at a half-erection, so I take my cock in my hand and stroke it gently a few times. In a few strokes I've reached a raging hard-on, and my glans is poking its single eye from my foreskin. Looking in the mirror at my face, I notice that my pupils are HUGE black circles of lust.
I head back to the bedroom, my horn of a cock bouncing in front. As I turn towards the bed, I see Rob lying on his side facing me, with his right knee raised as he idly strokes his cock. As he looks up at me he gives another low whistle of appreciation and taking his hand from his cock he pats the sheet and says "Come here, baby."
I climb on the bed and lie down facing him. Our cocks touch, and he takes me in his arms and rolls on to his back, taking me with him. As I lay on top, we both gently hump, and again I feel his cock rubbing against my stomach. Rob takes my head in both his hands and pulls me down for a kiss.
"What would you like to do?" he says.
"What are my options?" I reply, excited even more by his question.
"Well, we could carry on humping." he says, "or we could wank, or suck, or even fuck - your call."
My cock gives as little involuntary jerk against him and he smiles.
"I've never been sucked, or sucked anyone else." I say.
"Well now might be the day for both." Rob says, and kisses me again.
"There's more art to it than you might think." he says "I'm going to suggest I suck you off first, and show you some of the lovely nuances, then you can practice on me."