Bruno smiled. Thad had finished off the bottle of Gatorade that Bruno had given him. The pills that Bruno had added were working like they were supposed to work. Thad was sleeping soundly, and sporting major wood.
"Hey, Chad, how you like being Thad's Speedo?" Bruno asked as he sat on the lounge chair next to Thad, "if you'd joined the swim team when I invited you, you might be wearing Thad instead of him wearing you."
Bruno lay down to work on his tan. He imagined Chad was seething. In truth Chad was doing everything he could think of to distract himself from milking Thad's cock. He was sure he could hear the teeming sperm swimming in Thad's balls. He knew it was really just the sound of Thad's blood pumping through his body. He focused on football scores, and the other sports stats. He barely heard Bruno's remarks.
Bruno yawned and rolled over. He pretended to be asleep. His arm sprawled, and his hand landed on Thad's Speedo.
*That's better!* thought Bruno, *now we should be able to think at each other. Ooh, Chad, you're hungry. Well, let me prime the pump a bit more.* Bruno pretending to flex his hand, squeezed Thad's cock through his Speedo. Precum sported out, and soon Chad was in milking mode. Bruno laughed as he felt Thad's Speedo contract and stretch all on its own, Chad coaxed and flirted with Thad.
Come on big boy, unload already, thought Chad. He forgot that Bruno was listening. Thad soon moaned in his sleep. His cock briefly went half limp before the viagra kicked in again and Thad tented Chad again.