Unpromised Ecstasy

I don’t know which woke me up from sleep, whether the smell of the noodles that was being cooked, or the clattering sound of the kitchen utensils that had fallen down. But whatever it was, I was hungry. I stood up from the couch where I had slept after we arrived what seem to me like Michael’s house. I walked around looking for where the sound came from and landed in the kitchen. Michael was there, his body bare, with his ass sitting on a pair of loose pants. He looked so handsome with his rough beards that was screaming, “shave me”, and those muscles that looked like they were specially crafted to suit him. He looked quite innocent too, having a face like that of a baby. Thankfully he had beards to give him away.

“You’re finally awake,” he said without turning to check if I was the one that was actually standing by the door.