In the morning I woke up terribly sore and noticed that I could not move. The thick layer of sperm that covered me had solidified during the night and I was completely stuck to the table. How disgusting! I couldn't do anything until Neal got up.
After a good while I felt his huge body move. He stretched and, after a few moments, looked around and noticed me. He looked terrible and was holding his - I guess - sore head. I felt a terrible shame as I felt his gaze, remembering everything that had happened the night before.
-Buffff, God, what a hangover -he turned to me and smiled -rough night, eh, Petey? -. I couldn't believe it, was that all he was going to say? -I don't remember much, but I think Mike went too far with you -. Mike?! Only Mike?! -I'm sorry. That's why I didn't want him to see you. I was afraid of something like that. Let's get you cleaned up.
He pulled me away from the table and took me to the sink. I was bruised and quite disappointed. My godfather had decided to forget all about his involvement in my humiliations the night before and blame it all on his friend. What did I expect anyway, an apology? I realized that I was too insignificant for that.
After washing me he absentmindedly left me on the living room table and returned to the couch, where he had been napping for a while. Suddenly his phone rang. He went to the kitchen, where he had left it, I heard him talking to someone and he came back.
-It was Mike, apparently he left his reading glasses here yesterday. Since he lives nearby, he's going to come by now to pick them up.
My heart skipped a beat, the brute from the night before was there again? Terrible fate for me, I thought, and I wasn't wrong.
In about half an hour the doorbell rang and Mike's huge obese figure appeared through the door. He looked in much better mood than Neal. He entered the living room and immediately noticed me.
-HELLO, FAGGOT! HOW ARE YOU? AS YOU LIKE COCKS, I GUESS YOU HAD A GREAT TIME YESTERDAY, DIDN'T YOU? HAHAHAHAHAHA...
In a moment he took me once more in his hand and directed me to his crotch, where he was rubbing me for a while against the fly of his jeans.