"Bruno, what do you think is up with Rod?" Rick asked as he sat on the bench next to Bruno.
"Up? Oh, I guess it's those anger management classes the court ordered him to take after he pummeled that guy. Normally, he would have let a torrent of curse words and punched you, me or the wall if he stubbed his toe. But since that therapy, he held it all in. Did seem out of character, but better than getting punched."
"Oh? Yeah, that's prolly it." Rick leaned back.
Bruno looked at Rick's semi-recumbent body with bulging jockstrap pouch, and pivoted on his ass, then lay down on the bench squarely planting his head on Rick's lap
Chad was startled. He was naked fabric now wrapped around Rick's waist and stretched over his manhood. Now Bruno lay his still damp black hair and head on him grinding his thin body into Rick's stinky junk.
Rick opened his eyes wide. He lifted his head at looked at Bruno's face resting on his lap.
"We're alone now, Rick. Whisper sweet nothings to me, and I might just give you a blow job through your jockstrap. You know how jockstraps are such a turn-6on for me," Bruno said lustily.