Chad was thrilled to have appendages again. He lay on his back looking up at the stick like appendages expecting hands and feet to form, but instead they bent down lifting his back off the floor of the van. His sank down into his mushy black rubber body until it was about midway down his reshaping mass. He felt his torso bend over, and his ass shift up through the semiliquid body to be inches below his face. Then his new rectangular black rubber body began to get bumpy like a mattress pad.
The guy peeled off his football pants, and pulled out his cup. His erection released sprung up in the now cupless compression shorts. The dude was well endowed. What the fuck was his name? Chad had studied his opponents by their jersey numbers. This guy wasn't wearing his jersey, but he had been number 25. Chad found that he could focus on his game better when he viewed people as abstract numbers instead of people, so he tried to avoid learning his opponents names. He should probably say something, but he couldn't call the guy 25. Think, Chad, you probably heard his name. What is his name?
The compression shorts and jacket and t-shirt came off. He lay down naked on top of Chaise Chad with his butt right over Chad's embedded face.
"Rim job, Chad," he ordered.
"Rim job? Uh, what-"
"Lick my ass. French kiss it. The deeper your tongue goes the better. I want you to get me edged so when I flip over I'm ready to explode inside you. Now do it."
Tongue extended. Yuck, it didn't taste as bad as he expected, but then he'd already had at least thirty or forty cocks in his mouth today or was it yesterday and today. Deeper he thrust.
"Yes! Good quarterback."
"Anhk oo" said Chad working his tongue around the guy's tight hole.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! Get ready, Chad!"
The guy flipped over his dripping cock was nearly eight inches long. He thrust