A summer sucking cocks volume 2 - Part 4

Swity left in his car without paying much attention to me. I walked toward my house and saw Carlos leaving the bar. Had he drunk all the urine from the floor? His hair was messy and his face was red. When he walked, it was obvious his ass hurt. He saw me and smiled. He came over to me, a little embarrassed.

“ He says you’re his whore,” he told me, referring to Swity. He was touching his sore ass. “The bastard fucks well, my ass hurts. Marcos, your whole face is covered in cum,” he informed me, laughing.

“Yes, he asked me to wear it with pride. Did you clean the whole floor?” I asked him, intrigued.

“I left it spotless. I didn’t know I liked drinking piss. Have you ever drunk it?”

“Yes, and I love it. Swity has a very powerful stream and a very good taste,” I answered.

“It was incredible drowning in his urine. By the way, did he buy bottles of champagne and liquor in my name? I’m out 200 bucks,” he said, surprised.

“Yes, the waiter already told him they were expensive bottles, but he didn’t care.”

“It doesn’t matter, he deserves it. I’d like him to fuck me again. Is he having dinner at your house tonight? Your father mentioned it to me.”

“Yes, along with his whole team. Do you want to come? Tell Jorge and... your wife to join too,” I said out of obligation.

“Fantastic! My wife has a birthday party, so she won’t come. Marcos... please, don’t let anyone find out about this. My marriage is at stake.” He touched my shoulder, worried. “Do you think Swity is discreet?”

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t want anyone to find out. Relax, I don’t think you’ll have problems from his side.”

Carlos left and I went into my house. My mother was there, cooking. My father was placing cutlery on the table. He looked at me and I realized I should have come in through the window. My cum-covered face couldn’t go unnoticed.

“Marcos, will we all fit here? Your face is covered in sunscreen, son,” he informed me, laughing. He came over to me and started rubbing it all over my face, spreading it well. “Well protected from UVA rays.” I wanted the earth to swallow me. At that moment, my mother’s cell phone rang and she began speaking loudly.

“When were you planning to say you invited the neighbors?” my mother asked my father angrily. “Now we’ll be too cramped in the dining room.”

“What if we set up the tables in the garden? That way they’ll have the guest bathroom very close.” My mother applauded my father’s suggestion.

“Let’s move the tables outside. Besides, we’ll be cooler,” she said excitedly.

Once the tables were set up in the garden, we began placing the plates, snacks, and drinks. Everything was ready, so I went to my room and looked for the clothes I saved for special occasions. A white shirt and very tight black pants. I washed my face; it was dry from Swity’s cum, and I put on the perfume I liked. The doorbell rang and I went to open...