Chad was surprised to see that Rick wasn't driving his father's Camaro for his date. He was driving his old Toyota. Chad couldn't see much looking up from Rick's waist, but he could tell that Rick turned away from town, and was soon racing down the old county road. Next thing he knew, Rick, Chad and the car were bouncing madly as he drove off the pavement and on to a gravel road.
"Y-y-you'rre sssupppossssed to ssssslow dddooown when you ggggggooooooooo onto a d-d-d-d-irt road," said Chad as Rick's boner hardened. Chad wasn't sure if it was the bouncing or his talking, but he decided to keep quiet from now on.
Rick got out of the car. It was parked behind a barn.
A loud deep male voice from behind Rick said, "You're going to need a new paint job if you keep driving like that, Piggy."
Rick didn't turn. He stripped out of his jeans and shirt, and was left wearing only Chad. He tossed his clothes through the car window. Then he remembered his socks and shoes and they followed his clothing through the window.
"That's a good, Piggy!" said the obviously happy voice.
Rick squealed like a pig in response.
What the fuck is going on here, Rick?
Oink! was Rick's mental reply.