The guy gave bench boy Chad quite a work out pounding his black rubber ass for nearly an hour before he passed out on top of Chad after finally blowing his load. Number 25 started to snore. Drool trickled out of his mouth and puddled on Chad's chest.
Chad yawned. "I'm sleepy too, and horny. My cock is buried in my mattress body somewhere, and it's rock hard and needs attention, but do you care!" Chad said pointing with his bench leg arm. He could move his four legs. He walked to the back of the van, and after several attempts got the door open. Carefully, he climbed out bending his stick legs so as to keep 25 on top of him. He had to get help, and the sleeping quarterback could be used as a hostage to ransom his former body back.
He looked around the dark street. It must've been well after midnight. No one was about. He walked toward the distant intersection with a traffic light. His face was covered with sweat, but his rubberized bench body didn't sweat a drop. It felt like he was crawling. He read the street signs. It was about 7 miles home, but Rick lived only about 3 miles away.
Chad headed for Rick's.
Two and a half hours later, the sky lightened as dawn approached, Chad was sore and tired, but he could see Rick's house a head.
Oh, great Number 25's morning wood jabbed Chad. He would be waking soon. Chad had to get to Rick first.