Damn, had I pissed myself in my sleep? I woke up in a wet spot, rolled over and felt a pain in my ass. My eyes popped open as I sat straight up; I was in a strange bed. Then, I woke up enough to remember last night and I smiled. Not, just to myself, but a big honest visible smile. I laid back down remembering all that had happened the night before and felt cum still oozing from my ass. Before long, I heard a voice timidly saying, "Are you awake?" It was Don, the reason for my smile, standing in the doorway. I motioned him on in. He walked in rather sheepishly and when he got to the bed he immediately said, "I’m sorry about last night, I had too much to drink and if I took advantage of you, I really feel . . ." I stopped him in mid-sentence and explained that he had done nothing that I hadn’t wanted for a long time. Our eyes met, we both smiled and he sat down on the bed beside me, put his arm around me, pulled my head toward his and sucked my lips and tongue into his mouth. We laid there a minute and to break the silence, I said, "I think we’re going to have to wash the sheets before your wife gets back in town." He said, "If we’re going to have to wash them anyway, we may as well get them dirtier." I said, "yeah, let’s get ‘em REAL dirty." And with that, he ripped back the sheet and was all over me. He pulled me down in the bed and we got into a "69" position and sucked each other. I was about ready to blow when he pulled off and reached into the night stand and brought out the lube again. I thought to myself, I really want him, but I can’t take another fucking like he’d done to me last night. Just as the thought crossed my mind, he said, "This morning, I want you to fuck me!" I was surprised, but he didn’t have to say it twice. He opened the lube and rubbed it over my dick then applied some to his ass. He laid on his back, tucked a pillow under his ass, and raised his legs, and said, "I want to watch you fuck me". I was hot, hard, and horny as hell. I wasted no time getting into position and pressing my dick against his pucker. We pushed against each other at the same time and I was in. Oh God, it felt so good. I pumped him about twice and shot my load. "Damn! Damn! Damn!", I said out loud. He told me it was all right, pulled me onto him, wrapped his legs around me, and held me tight. I told him that I wanted it to last forever. He said, "it will, but for now, get down there and get me off, then we’ll take a shower and have breakfast". I eagerly heeded his command and sucked him hard and fast until his spunk filled my mouth. I gagged not only on his length, but on the amount he pumped into me. After laying there a while, he picked up my hand and pulled me into the bathroom and into the shower with him. We let the warm water run off our bodies and shared the soap to lather each other. We rubbed our bodies against each other and I was hard. He looked down at my cock and said, "looks like you’re ready to go again". I said, "I’ll always be ready anytime you are". He moved around behind me and pressing his hairy, lathered, body against me and whispered into my ear, "I’m not quite ready, but you sure are". He grabbed my dick in his soaped up hand and started jerking the hell out of it. All the while whispering in my ear that he wanted me to be his boy and his bitch. That’s all it took for me to shoot cum across the shower and onto the wall. As we finished rinsing, he asked if I trusted him. I thought it a strange question, but I told him I did. "So you know I’d never do anything to hurt you?" I nodded. We dried off, put on clothes, and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. He put on coffee and started frying bacon while I set the table and scrambled some eggs. As we worked in the kitchen, we kept brushing up against one another and would wink, or give the other a pat, or a dirty grin. About that time, Mark, his 7 year old, walked in. It was a good thing his bedroom door squeaks because Don was almost to the point of ripping my pants off to fuck me on the counter. Mark with a still sleepy voice said, "What’s for breakfast?" We all sat down to eat and converse as if nothing had been going on in the bedroom, shower, or kitchen. Don’s foot, and then his leg were against mine, which gave me breathless hot flashes. During the breakfast conversation, Don asked if I would come to work for him. He owned his own business and made sales calls about three times a week, sometime staying over night. He said he could use some help and the pay and especially the benefits would be good. Mark chimed in, "Cool, you could work for my dad and come over more often." I pretended to think about it before I told them both, it was too good of an offer to refuse. Mark said, "Cool!". Don said, "I’ll pick you up Monday morning" and gave me a wink.
