At the crack of dawn, I woke up drowsy. Darkness. This was not my bed. I was not in my own bed. I was naked. Dark drapes kept morning's light at bay. This was not my bedroom. Why am I naked? My butt seemed sore in a good way. I felt under the blanket and sheets for my underwear. Nothing. This was someone else's bed. Why I was naked? There was a taste in my mouth. Salty, thick. I knew this taste ... it was cum. I sucked someone's cock last night! This was not my bed. I'm not home. This is ... and then panic hit ...
My eyes acclimated to the darkness. At first, I thought I had to use the restroom but no. I moved just a little more. Something made a noise next to me, maybe a foot away. I turned to look, even in the receding dark I could that sexy smile. OH MY GOD!
"Good morning, handsome." It was my boss. Mr. Daverro. He slowly leaned in and kissed me with meaning. I froze.
Trembling, I admitted. "I realized we must have had great sex last night, but I was too damn drunk to remember. I looked down to the ground.
"I apologize; can we have a DO OVER?" I put my arm around his waist and squeezed him. tight.
In the extra bedroom there's a closet filled clothes for you. They're your all style and underwear too. It's all your sizes, you know just in case, you ever stayed overnight and needed something like a black thong. I'm prepared.
I put my arm around his waist and squeezed him tightly.
A flash of memory crossed my brain waves. Me standing next to him saying, "I've had a crush on since you hired me, but I was ... so sure you wouldn't want someone like me."
"When you walked into your first interview, and you dropped your pen. I watched you bend over to pick it up. I saw your hot ass and I got a hardon!"
Sexiest hard on I'd ever had.
Roscoe stood up from the bed letting the sheets fall. He was completely naked, a Roman God. His hairy chest and the black nest of his pubic hair against a solid 8 and a half inch rod pleasure! hair nestled around his 8-incher was semi looked bigger. Perfect ass."
"Like you said last night, we were meant for each."
We kissed, and the warmth I felt went beyond lust. "What else did I say?" I smiled laughing.
"You begged me to suck my dick and you took my load." He leaned in and kissed my forehead.
I started laughing. "It's coming back to me now."
I hugged Roscoe. "Well, you said a lot of things last night. I wanted to hold you in my arms the day I interviewed you. And you? Do you remember what we promised each other last night? I know we were a little drunk, but do you remember what I asked?
"I remember. And yes, I'd like to be your boyfriend."
We made out for what seemed like hours.
