I never expected that I'd be staying the night. Sleeping in a guy's embrace was something I'd yearned for but only now allowed myself to do.

He was right, it was Ok to be gay. I'd decided last night that this was where I belonged. In a guy's bed, not a girl's.

I slowly turned out of my curled position as his small spoon to look at him. He seemed so peaceful, yet I wondered what was going on in his head. Was this also more than a hookup to him?

"Are you watching me sleep?" he mumbled, without opening his eyes.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked.

"No," I said calmly, using his own tactics against him.

"Huh?" he said, opening his eyes in incredulity.

"Kidding," I said. "Although, I prefer to look at you without all that blanket cover."

"That can be arranged," he said, closing his eyes again and pushing away the sheets.

His morning wood was pressing against my leg, so I decided to be naughty. I quietly took the bottle of lube from the nightstand and covered my hand with a generous amount.

Then, I grabbed his dick and started to slowly jerk him off. He muttered something incomprehensible and leaned into my hand. I slowly increased the rhythm and he squirmed under my touch.

He still hadn't opened his eyes and didn't notice me lower down to finish my wake up call with a very sloppy blowjob.

Did I mention that... I swallowed!

"Holy shit!" he breathed. "What a way to start the day!"

"I expect breakfast," I said, cheekily.

"Consider it done," he replied, kissing me softly. "Sorry about the morning breath."

"Sorry about the cum taste," I said, laughing at my own dirty joke.

When did I morph from the inexperienced shy kid to this brand new me?

I wasn't sure, but Paul was definitely to blame!