Tony grinned, and a drop of precum glistened, as it oozed from his piss slit.
Chad stared in horror. and anticipation. Sure he'd been used as a terrycloth towel, and absorbed dozens, maybe hundreds of loads, but this was different. He was a flesh towel. He didn't want to be used, but he really needed to be used so badly.
"Yuth, yuth, puh-leath, Mather Tony uth me!" pleaded Chad from his flapping mouth slit.
Suddenly, there were voices from outside the sauna.
"Shit!" said Tony, "We got company."
He shoved his hard cock into Chad's flapping mouth slit, and bellyflopped onto the towelboy, just as the sauna door opened, and six guys in Speedos entered.
'Yo, coach, nice ass," laughed Bruno snapping his towel inches above Tony's ass cheek.
"Yeah, I thought we were supposed to wear swimsuits in the sauna, coach?" Rick asked snidely.
"What're you boys doing here?" asked Tony trying to not seem nervous as Chad sucked enthusiastically on his hard penis, "Didn't practice end hours ago?"
"Oh, so when no one's around you strut around naked?" Rick asked.
"Heh, uh, er, um," Tony suppressed a moan as he blew his first load into Chad, "I seen lots of guys use the sauna naked or wearing only jockstraps."
"Yeah, but they're the football jocks. They get away with everything," whined Bruno.
"Hey, I'm a football jock," laughed Rick. He peeled off his Speedo, and tossed it on the bench in front of Coach Tony's face.
"Heh, yeah," Bruno said, "Football jocks get away with turning jocks into towels?"
"Heh, you're still mad Chad didn't join the swim team?" laughed Rick.
"Hm, mmm," Tony mumbled turning his face toward the sauna wall.
Chad's half squashed eye blinked from beneath Tony's hairy nipple, as he watched Rick and Bruno and the other swimmers strip out of their Speedos. If he had joined the swim team, would he have escaped being a towelboy? He swallowed a second load. He wouldn't get to suck Coach Anthony dry if he'd joined the swim team.
Tony quivered. He was sweating profusely. He wanted to shout, to moan, to revel in the ecstasy of using the quarterback towelboy. His fingers slipped around the cock ring, and he could hear the swimmers horsing aroun on the opposite sauna bench. He figured they'd be lying down and basking in the heat soon. Then maybe there would be six more towels?