"Feel better, Chad?" Johnny asked, "All clean and dry?"
He held the Speedo up to the full length mirror on the back of Chad's bathroom door. Chad could see his face embedded on the pouch of the Speedo. After being worn, stretched, cum in, showered, and blown dry, the expression on his face was relief it was over. Then as he watched, Johnny lowered him to the floor, and put his right foot in, and then his left. He held Chad in front of his shins. Chad's face pleaded with Johnny not to pull him up.
"Without the blow dryer blasting through you, I can't understand a word you're saying, Chad. Maybe I can lip read, hm. Sumthing about pulling you up? Okay, will do!"
Chad's mouth formed an "O" as he screamed "NO!"
But his countenance soon vanished stretched out of existence by Johnny's cock and balls which now were clearly defined on the Speedo pouch.
"Oh, yeah, keep talking, Chad. Oooh, I have an idea, but you didn't notice I checked out your library. Almost laughed my ass off when I saw all those picture books, classic dumb jock joke material there. Anyway, your bro explained that you used to help out at a pre-school, almost made me reconsider your fate. But he said "used to". So now I'm going to have you practice saying words until I can figure out what you're saying by the way you tighten around my cock and balls. Won't that be fun?"
He snapped his waistband and strolled back into Chad's room, he grabbed an Alphabet book from the shelf and threw himself into Chad's bed. He sighed, "Too bad your bro had to go to work, I was looking forward to- oh, well, let's get started, Chad. "A is for apple." Say it, Chad."
Chad needed to communicate with this monster, so he best play along. He said, "A is for apple."
"Hm? A was sort of an upward tug, and apple up and down? Let's try it again, Chad. "A is for apple." Repeat."
Chad must have said apple a dozen times. He realized quickly that Apple seemed to stimulate Johnny's cock into stiffening. Great.
Apple, apple, apple. Again, repeat, again.
At last Johnny seemed satisfied. He turned the page.
"B is for balls."
The book said ball, but Johnny wanted Chad to say "Balls", so he did.
The afternoon dragged on with Chad gagging slightly every time Johnny blew a load.
His phone rang, and Johnny answered it, "Yo, boyfriend. Whassup?"
"Johnny, you still in Chad's room? He'll have a total kanniption."
"Alright, alright, I was just straightening up. He'll never know we made love in his bed or bathroom or on his trophy case."
"We didn't make love on his trophy case?"
"We will when you get back."
"What about Chad?"
"Oh, I talked to him earlier. Bad connection he kept saying Apple over and over again. I finally figured out he had left his iPhone. He said he'll be hanging with a guy all weekend, and since he doesn't have his phone, not to worry."
"Well, then we got the whole weekend? Trophy case it is, but I won't be home for hours."
"I'll think of something to keep me occupied. Maybe eat some bean burritos, and we can maybe play Dutch Oven?"
Johnny winced as Chad started hollering at him. At least that was what Johnny assumed was the cause of the twisting and tugging. Boy, Chad really knew how to make Johnny hard.