"Hey, Gary, help me get him on to the weight bench," Aaron asked.
"Put your wang away first," Gary said walking over.
"I've got it all the way inside him. This doll's throat is deeper than BJ's."
"TMI."
"You'll get to go next."
"Oh, good I get sloppy seconds," laughed Gary as he picked up Chad's lower half and made a discovery. He said,
"Well, maybe I won't get sloppy seconds. This doll's got a backdoor."
"What? Whoever heard of CPR dummy with a hole back there?"
"Hey, maybe it's a general nursing dummy. They have to practice enemas and prostate exams as well as CPR,
don't they? Anyway, you work the mouth and I'll take the ass."
Mmmphts, thought Chad, as the man-sausage swelled inside his throat. He felt something warm, spongy and damp
push against his rubber buns, and press against his rosebud. Aaron, stop. Gary, no. His thoughts were to no
avail, he was the team's new sex toy. In his horror, as his forty or so team mates took turns trying out both
his holes, Chad found himself envying them the opportunity to fuck him. If only, he could he mused. They all
seemed to be having great orgasms. He felt proud, when Angus exclaimed, "Whoa! This rubber boy gives better
head than Nancy Baum!"
He felt a bit sore, when they dumped him in the dirty towel bin, when they went to hit the showers. Later, Ty
dug him out of from beneath the wet towels, and dragged him off to the hydrotherapy room.