Waking in a delicious fog, I found myself bound face-down to a blanket covered log.  My arms and legs were tied down, as my ass was pleasured by a supremely thick cock.

My last memory before waking was Don bringing me a conciliatory dinner at work.  We had argued at length about my long hours and working weekends.

When they realized that I was waking, yes, I said they, another cock pressed into my mouth.  With two cocks see-sawing my holes, I was reminded of the night that Don and I met.  We shared our fantasies, and this was mine.