Slowly, Chad lowered his hand. It was early Sunday morning. Coach probably wanted to sleep in. He'd be angry if Chad woke him. Coach lived miles out of town on a five acre lot. Then Chad remembered that Snake lived nearby. Snake had worn him four or five times in the past two weeks, and he'd cum 3-5 times inside Chad. Then there were the fantasies while Dirk and Snake had worn him and jerked off in him. He looked down at his no longer Speedo shaped body. Snake would still fuck him. He would go to Snake while he still was sporting his morning wood. He could come back to coach's place when he was awake.
He starts walking to Snake's. He plodded down the gravel drive to the highway. The gravel kept irritating the soles of his feet. He soon moved to the weedy ditch on the side of the drive, and walked in it down to the highway. He disturbed a few insects and birds as he walked. However, he was oblivious to them. Ants crawled on his bare legs, a lady bug landed on his left pec. Chad kept walking. He looked right and then left. The rural road was devoid of traffic on an early Sunday morning.
He had been to coach's place many times over the years, but he had never walked it before. He had never been to Snake's before. Bur apparently Bruno had. He pointed out the house with abandoned cars in the yard, and laughed Snake says he'll get that old Impala running some day or there's Snake's junkyard.
Snake would be happy to fill Chad with cum. Chad remembered Snake's and Dirk's fantasies. He moved his jaw and played with his ass ad he walked down the middle of the empty road.