Chad didn't think any guy could be as full of cum as he was, but Woody beat his record blowing loads into Chad half the night before they both fell asleep. Chad even slept through Woody's morning workout and jock off session. It was around 7 am when Woody heard someone in Chad's pool. He pulled on some shorts over Chad grabbed his flip-flops, and headed to investigate.
"Hey, Brad, how's the water?" Woody shouted after hopping the fence. Brad was Chad's older brother.
"Great, you wanna join me, Woody? I got an extra suit you ca-"
Woody peeled off his shorts, and kicked off his flip-flops saying, "Nah, I'll just where my new quick drying jockstrap." Then he cannonballed into the pool.
Brad laughed, as he treaded water.
"What brings you over here so early?"
"Well, Brad, your mother told my mother that your folks were going out of town for a week, so we should keep an eye on you. Keep you company. So that's what I'm doing."
Chad had awakened as soon as he started absorbing pool water. He realized he was sucking in gallons, he wondered if Woody noticed that Chad was draining the pool. He wondered if there was limit as to how much he could absorb.
Brad noticed, "Dang you made a bigger splash than I thought, or the pool sprung a leak. It's over an inch below the waterline. I better fill it up to the line to make sure we don't have a leak." He exited the pool and returned with a garden hose.
Woody made the connection between magically absorbent Chad, and the dropped waterline. He exited the pool.
"Guess I made a big splash, Brad. You still got that sauna in the poolhouse?" Woody asked.
"Sure go on in, Woody, dry off. I turned it on before diving in this morning."
Woody grabbed his shorts and flip-flops, and headed for the pool house.
Woody was reclining and sweating on the top bench of Chad's sauna totally ignoring Chad's angry protests, when Brad entered. He peeled off his trunks and hung them on the rail next to the heater to dry. He then climbed onto the top bench next to Woody.
"Aren't you going to take your jock off to dry, Woody?"
"It's already dry, Brad," he said grabbing Brad's hand and placing it on his bulging pouch, "see!"
Brad laughed, "It is bone dry!" He grinned at his no so wicked pun.
Chad was now screaming his head off (figuratively). Woody sat up holding Brad's hand in place on his pouch, and they scooched way to close to each other. Chad was pleading for Brad to help him. Maybe only Woody could hear Chad?