Chad was pretty much out of it. He somehow managed to absorb Ricky's load and the portion of the coach's load that dribbled out of Ricky's ass. He felt sick from the pain. Even after Rick was no longer sharing the coach's suit with the coach, Chad was in agony and disoriented.
"Heh, heh, see, Chad, I told you that you wouldn't rip. Ricky's pretty lean, cannot wait to get Coach Sanchez inside you with me," Sinclair said. He frowned as he noticed that Chad hadn't sprung back to his original tightness.
"Hey, Ricky, looks like you may need to put Chad through a hot wash and extra hot dryer. He's staying a bit stretched out. Shrinking is in order," Coach said standing, and letting Chad slide off his waist and down to his ankles. He sighed, "Thought you'd be more resilient, Chad."
He kicked the Speedo off his foot and it landed next to the dog bowl. Coach Sinclair plodded off naked, while Ricky finished the pool cleaning. Chad lay on the ground sore with Rick's and Sinclair's cum baking into him. He was glad to be free from human contact.
Ricky glanced at Chad, then at his watch. Chad wasn't going anywhere, and the Sinclairs wouldn't be back for hours. So he finished cleaning the pool, then lay naked on a chaise and worked on his tan.