Yes, and after some time...

Gary shifted in the dark, the bed feeling unfamiliar under his back and side. He blinked away the shreds of a dream, everyone in college was having a huge orgy day, and he was looking for Bernie but he kept running into girls who insisted it was their turn to have him. The room was warm with the summer night, too warm for covers, and smelled of sweet amber essence, lube, sweat, pussy, and cum. A figure slumbered by his side, radiating skin warmth, snoring gently. There was a dim pink light from across the room, a night-light in the bathroom in a diffuser of pink Himalayan salt. Gary felt pressure in his bladder and a little warm throb in his ass where Joyce had fingered him. Joyce. He looked at his sleeping bedmate. Bernie's mom had made him eat her out for like an hour, sat on his face while she'd played with his cock, worn him out fucking in four different positions, gotten him hard after a little rest, and fucked him out again. She'd gotten him turned on enough he could give himself one last jack-off, then she'd given herself a last go while she cupped his soft cock.

Then they'd slept.

Gary sat up and swung his feet off the bed. He saw the gleam of a water glass on his side of the table and tipped it up to drink the last drops. He took the glass, stood up, and walked across Joyce's Mexican tile floor to the bathroom. He filled the glass at the sink and set it down before he relieved himself. As he'd learned from Bernie, house rules were that the seat always stayed down. Easy enough. He smiled, remembering her urging that it was good advice if you didn't like cleaning bathrooms. His bladder pulsed again. Sex was thirsty work, but Joyce made sure he stayed hydrated. He sat down and peed, easing himself with a sigh, and blotted the tip of his cock with a square of thick, soft toilet paper from a spool on a cast-iron hook.

As he washed his hands he felt a warm presence behind him.

"Hello loverboy," Joyce said. Her arms wrapped round him from behind, pressing her soft breasts and belly against his back. "I'm so glad you're awake."

"Hi," Gary said. His cock twitched and throbbed toward another erection. Bernie would grab him from behind like that sometimes. The way Joyce held him, Gary could tell she was softer, plumper, not as tall as Bernie. Bernie's chin tucked in next to his shoulder, while Joyce's was lower down.

"My turn now," Joyce said. She let Gary go and sat on the toilet.

Gary turned to go.

"No, stay," she said.

Gary hesitated.

"Come here," she said.

Gary stepped up.

Joyce cupped a hand under his balls and squeezed very gently. She sighed, long and luxuriously. Her urine tinkled into the bowl. "Ahhh, so good," she said. Gary's cock root swelled with arousal. "Mmmm," she added. "Hard again. I can't keep you down!"

Joyce kept one hand on Gary's cock root and balls as she took a square of toilet paper to blot herself.

"Oh!" Gary moaned, feeling Joyce's mouth on his cock head.

"Mmm, mmm," Joyce hummed. "You still taste like me," she said, laughing. "I like that." She moved a hand to his shaft and gave him a squeeze. "Hmm, what shall we do with this?" she said.