Coach Sinclair pulled on his sweats.
Chad was screaming, Coach, it's me, Chad, I'm not a Speedo. I'm dying, I cannot be stretched like this. Please help me, sir! Please!
"Ah, I love a new breaking in a new Speedo," Coach Sinclair adjusting his hardening cock.
Chad had seen the coach naked in the locker room before, but he hadn't realized how big the coach's cock was because of how fat he was. Chad felt the seven inch soft cock grow to at least ten inches inside him. Coach's thighs and balls began sweating, and the pheromones and growing cock inside Chad were too much. He felt so owned. If only the coach knew that he wasn't really a Speedo.
Then, he picked up Chad's gear and dropped the stuff into a metal trash can. "Chad won't be needing this stuff ever again," he commented to himself, then he looked down. He couldn't see over his belly to see his Speedo, but he knew it was there. He pulled his sweats open, and called down to Chad, "Hey, Chad, you won't be needing your clothes ever again, will you?" He snickered.
Chad heard and was confused. Coach wouldn't do this to him, would he? Wait he did! Damn, was this because of his daughter, Karen? But Chad hadn't ever done anything with her, that was why he wanted her so badly. Chad was getting comfortable being wrapped around coach's body. The coach's cock been dripping pre-cum, and Chad found the taste quite intoxicating. An odd thought occurred to Chad, "Well, at least I'm getting it on with one of the Sinclairs." Chad discovered he could move slightly, he began massaging Coach's cock and coaxing out more precum. Yum!
Coach laughed and patted his crotch, "Yep, Chad, you were a decent quarterback, heck, even a good quarterback, but you're a great Speedo. You're one lucky young man, you've found your place in the world."