A sneaky getaway?

When Mark awoke it took him several moments to get his bearings, his head pounded and as he opened his eyes he struggled to work out where he was. Then he sensed the body pressed against his back, embracing him in fact and as he slowly lifted up the blanket a sense of dread began to overwhelm him as he revealed the muscular, hairy arm wrapped around him. Suddenly the pain in his ass became very apparent and realisation crashed over him. No, No!! It couldn't be! It took all of Mark's resolve not to scream and scramble out of bed - instead he lay still and remained quiet, listening to the other man's breathing before eventually, very carefully escaping his grasp and slipping out of bed.

Mark turned to look at the sleeping man, his bulky, muscular frame rising and falling as he lightly snored and fragmented memories of the night before began to return to him. He winced and looked away, hurrying to find his pants and make a hasty exit. Just as he was slipping into a leg of his jeans he heard movement behind him, followed by a a waking groan and a low, sleepy voice. "Oh good morning..." Dave said, his tone slightly mocking, "how are you today?"

Mark hopped about for a moment as he awkwardly pulled up his pants, then turned and faced Dave, a sheepish, guilty look on his face. "Oh ahh, hey..."

"Leaving already?" asked Dave, still in that slightly mocking tone. He rolled over onto his back, the sheets clinging to him - the outline of his fat, semi erect cock visible and Mark found himself staring. Eventually, he snapped out of if, meeting Dave's gaze, his eyes twinkling knowingly.

"Yeah... yeah, big day." he said, doing up his belt and starting to put on his shoes.

"Awww, that's a shame... maybe some other time?" Dave asked, to which Mark quickly shook his head.

"Sorry, no... I can't. I... I'm not gay..." Mark blurted, bringing a smile to Dave's face.

"Neither am I..." he responded and when Mark scowled at him he continued, "Seriously... Bi I guess. Whatever, I'm not one for labels. I'll fuck anything... especially if it's cute." he added with a wink.

"Yeah well... I'm married so..." he was very uncomfortable and started moving towards the door as Dave said. "Married? Wow... I'd love to meet her sometime..."

Mark's glare was met with a sinister looking smile, dripping with innuendo and threat. Flustered he yelped out, "Bye!" and scooted out the door, his ass stinging painfully as he moved. Thankfully no one was around in the lounge and he quickly made it out to the stairwell and home in a matter of seconds.

Once inside Mark breathed a sigh of relief. He stood motionless and silent for a few minutes as the weight of what had just happened settled on him. He had just been fucked, by a man... in the ass...

Curious, he slipped his hand down and began to explore with his fingers, first encountering the damp sticky mess that seemed to still be leaking from him, then making contact with the alien folds of broken tissue where only yesterday his tight bud had been. As he traced his new hole with his fingertips he realised it felt more akin to a pussy, complete with welcoming lips, than a tight asshole. He was shocked to find that with just a little pressure his finger slipped in easily, aided by the 'lubricant' that still seeped out and when he caught himself pushing deeper and actually enjoying the sensation he quickly extracted his hand and went to clean himself up in the shower.

Unfortunately for Mark both his shower and the subsequent hours of resting on the couch did little to soothe his worried mind. His wife would be home on Sunday and with Dave living just downstairs he knew he was in for some awkward times ahead.