“Well, I hope it closes up and is back in working order by Friday, my cock and your arse has got money to earn. As for the tradie, he won’t be so cocky and full of himself in a few week’s time,” dad said. I guessed that we were doing another porn shoot but wasn’t sure what he had planned for the tradie.
Dad laughed and said, “Don’t leave those pants on your bedroom floor, sling them in the dirty linen basket, I don’t want your room smelling like a public toilet in the morning. Night Sam.”
“Night dad,” I said and headed to bed.
The next morning my alarm went off and I came to gently, my cock was piss proud and my arsehole was sore, I fancied a wank but didn’t really have time, I looked at my phone, it went onto silence at ten pm and didn’t go back to normal till seven in the morning, I’d learnt that if I wanted a decent nights sleep undisturbed by tings and bleeps to silence the phone, most of the time it was spam e mails or my rugby mates sending me stupid texts. I looked at my phone messages, I was right, most of them were from my mates except one.
That was from Charlie, “I got home without being stopped by the police, hope you’ve washed you underwear. Nice to meet you and fuck you, might meet up again sometime?”
I smiled, I think that was almost guaranteed, he knew it and so did I.