Thanks to everyone for the messages you've sent me to continue. Here's the continuation.

And the next morning...

I woke up at lunchtime with a significant hangover, with my mouth clean and not quite sure if what had happened the previous night was a dream or not.

As soon as I appeared in the kitchen, my sister-in-law started scolding me: "Miky got up to work as usual, despite coming home drunk and vomiting when you arrived, and you're still in bed. You have no shame!!!" (etc., etc., etc., the scolding was longer, but the scoldings from sisters-in-law are always the same: everyone else is great, and you're a lazy, dirty, disorganized person who doesn't contribute).

If Miky talked about hangovers, it's because what happened the previous night definitely happened, and he also took the blame for the disaster. He must have also put clean underwear on me (or helped me put them on, and with the hangover I had, I didn't even notice) and had washed my clothes after cleaning up the evidence of the crime. Suddenly, the situation seemed very embarrassing to me.

In the afternoon, perhaps to avoid being at home when he arrived or to reinforce the maxote I had inside, I stayed with my girlfriend, who had just returned from a trip with her family, to see if I could convince her to have sex. Things seemed to be going well because she was alone at home, so we got started. A meticulous shower at home before going, and clean, perfumed clothes: good. The obligatory kisses, caresses, and affection: good. Teasing to see if she would let me eat her pussy: good. Eating her pussy to the fullest: good, and she was enjoying it like a bitch (I was, she "just liked it, nothing more"). Attempt to get her to suck my cock: failure and warning. Desperate incentives to get her to suck my cock: failure, abrupt end to the sex, and "it's better if you leave because I've stayed with some friends and I need to get ready." Score: Girlfriend 1 - Tito 0. Consolation prize: NO ONE fucks with my delivery and dedication, nor do they eat pussies like I do - I'm the biggest maxote in the area.

I arrived home at 7 pm and Miky was in the room, totally drunk. If it was hard for me to get up for lunch, it must have been a struggle for him to get up for work. I tried not to make too much noise and prepared to masturbate and calm down the heat my girlfriend had left me with. As I was thinking, the image of Miky smelling and sucking my boots came to mind: Danger. Maybe I wasn't the most macho, but with my super pussy-eating skills, at least I would be the second or third most maxote in the area... More danger: his boots were next to the bed, and I could smell them like he did. Maximum risk: the little devil of my conscience telling me "try it, Tito, see what happens, two sniffs and you'll leave it." With these thoughts and my cock hard, Miky woke up.

"What's up, dude? Are you better?" he asked me with a hoarse voice. I told him yes, that ...