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.
-THAT'S IT! THIS IS A REAL BIG COCK, LIKE THE ONES YOU LIKE, ISN'T IT?
The bad thing is that this time, in the agitation, my robe came off and I was naked. To my misfortune, when Mike put me back on the table, I couldn't hide the tremendous boner I got being used by that immense male. What I had managed to hide the night before was now totally exposed.
-LOOK, LOOK! LOOK AT HIS TINY COCK! HE LIKES IT, HE LIKES ME TO TREAT HIM LIKE THAT... WHAT A FAGGOT, HAHAHA....
Neal looked at me and I saw his face change to an expression of absolute disgust. I knew at that moment that I was in trouble. Mike continued his game, completely along the lines of the night before, and started spitting on me again. My erection would not go down and the giant kept fingering it, with loud guffaws. He also kept putting me under his huge foot, threatening to crush me. In the end, he put me back in the fishbowl from the night before, which was still full of their rancid piss and, unzipping his fly, his gigantic cock let out another good stream of piss.
-WELL, WELL, WHAT A FAGGOT! -He repeated- HE WON'T GET OFF EVEN IF I PISS ON HIM. I'LL FRESHEN HIM UP A BIT SO YOU DON'T GET MAD-. Taking me in his hand, he took me to the kitchen and held me for a while under the freezing cold water of the sink faucet. Then he carelessly left me again on the table in the living room. I hurried to put my robe back on, which had been left lying around, totally embarrassed. During all this time Neal did not intervene at all, just looked infinitely disgusted.