Steve awoke drenched in sweat, at least that's what he thought. It was dark, and it felt like he had a blanket over his face. He could hear Jose snoring loudly, it was like he was in the same bedroom or even the same bed. The sick bastard wouldn't? He tried to move, but he was somehow confined.
Steve tried to shout, "Jose!" But his mouth and throat seemed to be filled with thick salty liquid. Jose? No man could produce this much cum, could he? When- no, wait, Steve decided he had to be dreaming. He just had to be. Now if he could will himself awake. He had to stand up, he had to wake up. He-
"JOSE!"
Steve struggled in the dark. He was drowning in cum, in Jose's cum. It couldn't be really. He had to be dreaming. Damn, why was this making him so horny?
Kyle yapped. And Jose's chanting echoed in Steve's mind. What the fuck had he been chanting? Steve had to be hallucinating. He had o get up. He had to call Nick. His buddy Nick could help him figure this out. He was sure of it. He was drowning in sweat and cum, and damn, Nick and Jose were both so hot. No, no that's not right? It couldn't be?