Robbie Ray woke up in what seemed like the darkest hour of the night.
There was a noise downstairs. It might just be his son Jackson sneaking in another hooker. Or it might be his daughter Miley coming home from her beach party. Either way he got up to check.
As Robbie slumped out of bed, he look down and saw he was wearing nothing. Robbie cursed silently. He would have to risk making a sound to put in underwear. A glance at his clock revealed his search only took a minute; but clumsily opening drawers, and throwing cum stained briefs around his room made Robbie feel like, his son, Jackson getting ready for school. To his pleasure and grief he found a clean jockstrap to tuck away package, then covered the rest of his hairy body in a bathrobe.
They might have brought friends he told himself. And his children would never forgive him for showing off his package in front of his friends. Which made a good punishment for waking him at such a late hour. As Robbie made way out of his room he heard the front door creak shut. Then reality hit him, if this was a robber... I better be a threatening stripper.
Halfway down the hall the noises got louder. Robbie could hear the young voices from below. But they were too faint to understand. And the light downstairs were adjusted to a low dim, enough for shapes and shades. Yet to dark for clear faces.
Robbie Ray took the pressure off his step. He needed to sneak up on them. Halfway down the steps he saw two figures in the dim lighting.
A male and female. They both looked young and light skinned. The boy was a few inches taller then the girl. He seemed lithe and fit in his yellow swimming shorts. If you can call tight ass underwear shorts. The girl had long dark hair and a very nice ass. Robbie could not see much of their faces do to shadows. But it was obvious they were making out.
Ever thing was turning on the older man.