Saturday morning, Rick and Brad wake up, they had fallen asleep on Chad's bed after exhausting workouts with both ends of the Fleshlight formerly known as Chad.
"If you're not going to use the end that's complaining, cap it," said Brad as he came out of the bathroom, as Rick was pumping his cock in and out of the two ended flashlight, while Chad's opened mouth screamed and pleaded for Rick to stop.
Brad screwed the lid over Chad's mouth effectively muffling his rant.
"I was kinda getting off on Chad's whining," Rick confessed.
"Get going, we'll be late for practice, and Chad's teammates will all wanna go with our new fucktoy," Brad explained.
"Oh, yeah. I was having so much fun, I almost forgot," Rick said screwing the cap over Chad's puckered anus.
Come on downstairs, I'll make you breakfast. I was going to make it for Chad while the rents are outta town. So there's plenty of chow. If I'd known about Chad's new diet, I'd have bought less food at the store, and invited a few friends over."
"Well, I'm sure Chad's schedule for tonight is open, you could invite your buds over to meet your bro."
"Maybe? But let's not mention fucktoy used to be my bro, okay?"
"Whatever you say, but they'll think it's hotter if you do tell."
"You think?"
"Hey, I dunno them, it's your call. But my buds would be hornier if they knew the high school championship quarterback was their tubeboy."
"I'll think about it. Get dressed, if you need fresh clothes, Chad won't be wearing any for a while, so help yourself. Breakfast will be ready in five. Eggs and bakey."
Brad exited.
Rick got up, and sniffed his pits. He borrowed Chad's deodorant, and Chad's lucky briefs. He pulled on Chad's favorite Chemical Romance Concert t-shirt, and the shorts Chad had worn when Rick tubed him. Then he headed for the smell of frying bacon.
Brad drove Rick to the campus, then they split up. Rick entered through the team entrance, while Brad went to the main office to check in. Brad was working weekends as a Student-Teacher/Coach while at college. Rick took tubeboy in his gym bag. They planned to share Chad after practice.
"Hey, ain't that Chad's Chemical Rom shirt?" Rod asked Rick.
"Yeah? So?"
"Where's Chad?"
"He's nearby," Rick answered tersely, as he changed into his scrimmage gear.
An index finger reached in the back of the briefs Rick was wearing, and snapped them.
"Hey!" Rick said spinning around to face Bruno.
"'N those are Chad's lucky briefs. So why are you wearing Chad's clothes, Rick?" Bruno asked pointedly.
Rick rolled his eyes, and pulled Rod and Bruno into a huddle.
"Okay, I'll tell ya, but it's a secret. Leastways until after practice. I'm wearing Chad's gear, cause he doesn't need it, and is in no position to do anything about it right now." There was a gleam in Rick's eyes, as he pulled the fleshlight out of his bag. He added, "I tubed him."
Bruno and Rod looked dubiously at Rick and the metal tube.
Rick rolled his eyes, and uncapped Chad's ass.
"Looks a bit like Chad's rosebud, but it's all red and puffy," said Bruno skeptically.
"Because Brad and I used it all night."
"Chad's bro Brad? Assistant Coach Brad?" Rod asked.
Rick sighed. He unscrewed the other end.
Immediately, Chad began speaking, "Rod, Bruno, you gotta help get me outta here! Rick is cra-"
The moment Chad spoke, Bruno popped wood. Rick grabbed Bruno, pulled his cock out, and rammed Chad's throat down Bruno's erection. Bruno's face went from surprise to sexual enjoyment in seconds.
"Oh, and Rod, Bruno is helping. See Chad is a fucktoy until he consumes his body weight in cum. So Bruno's load will help get him to the 1500 or so loads he needs."
"He needs to swallow 1500 loads of cum?" Rod asked incredulously. Bruno just moaned.
"Well, he doesn't have to swallow it all. He can absorb it through his rectum too. Remember it's by weight, he weighed 185 lbs, so it might be more or less depending on the size of each load. Bruno's first load might be 2.5 ounces, but his second might be only 1 ounce, and his 3rd might be dry. So three orgasms producing 3.5 oz workout to only 1.167 oz. per load. Which if he weighs 185lbs, would be?"
"2536 not 1500," gasped Rod.
"Oops, I guess Chad will need a lot help than I figured," Rick said.
Rod grabbed the other end of the tube, and plunged his boner into Chad's sore bum hole.
Bruno's eyes opened wide as the tube was buried in Bruno's pubes, and Chad swallowed Bruno's balls as well as cock.
"Rick, I doubt Chad agreed to be your tube toy, and I'm only fucking his ass because we need Chad human by the time baseball season starts. That's like 80 days away. 2536 divided by 80, means he needs to take over 30 cocks a day until then. Oh, uh, ooh, he's squeezing much ay uh oh, yeah!"
"I dunno if it's all reflex or if Chad was born to milk cock from both ends, but I'm glad you're both enjoying it. Just don't tell anyone else until after practice," Rick said.
"Damn, Rick, he really is a good fuck. I'm getting hard again," Rod said.
"You too, Bruno?" Rick asked.
Bruno's eyes were closed, he moaned with a big smile on his face.
"Three so far, and last one wasn't dry, so maybe less than 80 days."
Chad ranted and struggled harder, not realizing that he was stimulating both Bruno and Rod. Yeah, they think they're helping, Chad thought, he was sure Rick was lying about needing to consume his weight in cum.