The penultimate part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong
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It's not every day one gets caught by one's own son being anally pleasured by another man, but that's how Saturday had started out for me.
I'd woken rather later than I usually would, a consequence of a very eventful evening with Bradley which had gone on well into the small hours, and had staggered out of bed to make us both a coffee with the time approaching ten.
Just as when we'd got into bed, it felt odd to be waking up with another man lying next to me in my bed, snoring gently and with his stubble coming in thick. I'd looked at him for a few minutes from my own pillow, serenely asleep and with a half-smile on his lips as though he was still basking in the satisfaction of the twin orgasms he had enjoyed before we'd slept.
I'd spent my first night with another man alongside me, the two of us having used each other quite strenuously for sex before we'd slept. Although it felt strange to be waking up next to a member of my own gender, it also felt surprisingly pleasant; I had to accept that I now shared my bed with men as well as women.
As I got out of the bed and straightened the duvet over Bradley, I noticed underneath it that his large cock was prominently erect. Mine was too: we both were sporting similarly-sized morning stiffies.
It was good to know that, like me, he woke up horny. I hoped that after I'd woken him, we could masturbate together -- or perhaps more -- and I wouldn't feel guilty asking for morning sex from someone who was so obviously aroused. With the vast majority of women I'd been with, my ex-wife especially, morning sex had always been a matter of strongly expressed inconvenience. If we'd had sex the night before, like I had with Bradley, there was no point even asking. I was the only one of us who ever seemed to wake up feeling randy and usually I was forced to tend to myself in the privacy of the bathroom.
With Bradley -- and with most men, I expected -- some kind of sexual release in the morning was probably regarded as standard fare. Whether we were just able to manage a hasty tug together or we could run to something more involved, I assumed that with a member of the male sex in my bed, most mornings would start with matching erections which would bring with them opportunities for sex; perhaps even expectations of sex.
I'd pulled on my dressing gown and had made us both coffee. Then I'd brought the mugs back to bed with us
He awoke as I lay back down next to him.
He stretched noisily, his armpits bristling with his thick, coarse hair, and then took a grateful gulp from the mug I'd placed next to him.
"Morning," he grinned, his voice sounding husky.
"Good morning, Bradley," I smiled back.
"How do you feel?" he asked. "Any regrets?"
"None at all. What about you?"
"Of course not," he shrugged. "But, then, I'm used to doing this kind of stuff."
He took another slurp from his drink.
"Is it okay?" I asked him. "I had to guess how you might like it. I thought, with you being a beer drinker, you'd have a sweet tooth and would probably take sugar."
He chuckled. "I've been shagged by Miss Marple."
"Was I right, though?"
He laughed again. "As it happens, yes. Sounds like a lucky stab in the dark to me, though..."
"Well if it was, it wasn't the only one," I chuckled. "Having never shared a bed with a man before, I hadn't realised how much... well... jabbing goes on in the night."
I vaguely remembered, through the veil of my sleep, that Bradley's excitement had been prodding into me several times during the night. At one point, I seemed to remember half waking up with it throbbing against my hip and oozing precum onto me, a sensation which I'd found so pleasant that my own slumbering organ had quickly roused and assumed a similar state.
He grinned at me, taking another drink. "It wasn't all one-sided, mate. You were humping my bum-cheeks at one point."
"I can't believe that," I laughed. But then, vaguely remembering grabbing him to me and sliding myself up and down between his firm, round buttocks, added, "Well, maybe just a bit."
"It made me so horny, I almost asked if you fancied quick one!" he laughed.
I looked over at him, surprised. "Really? Does that happen when you sleep with guys? In the middle of the night, I mean!"
Such things had been practically unknown when I'd spent the night with women. If I'd ever have woken Linda up for a quick one in the night, I'd have found myself unceremoniously castrated.
He chuckled. "When we're both up for it, yeah -- of course it does!"
I marvelled at the thought of it, gaping at him in disbelief. Was there no end to the advantages of having a male lover?
He laughed again at my expression of incredulity.
"Only a quick one, mate, like I said. A little wank together... maybe a quick suck of my cock, if you'd be up for it... something for you, but I don't know what since you're not into being sucked --"
"You could finger me while we were wanking off," I cut in.
He smiled. "Yeah... that kind of thing. Just a quick one in the dark to keep us both going 'til the morning. Where's the harm in that?"
I grinned back at him. "Absolutely! I never knew other people woke up in the small hours with thoughts like that. Especially after two orgasms."
He smirked over at me, remembering his impressive double climax. "You're with a bloke, now, Rob. You should remember that whatever goes for you, pretty much goes for me too."
I nodded, pleased to know that sex in the middle of night was deemed acceptable between two males if one happened to wake up horny and found the other in a similar state.
We took a few drinks from our coffee cups and then Bradley raised his side of the duvet and looked at himself under at. Then he looked back at me and said, feigning contrition, "I think -- in the absence of any fun during the night -- my boys might need a bit more attention now."
I raised my side and did the same. "Hmm... I think mine might too."
