Chad lay there with the coach filling him, and the cum being absorbed into him. Chad had pretty much absorbed all the Coach's cum, but as he slept all the loads he had taken up his fat ass were starting to leak out into Chad the Speedo. If Chad still had a tongue, his slurping would probably have been as loud as Coach Sinclair's snoring. The other men's cum seemed a bit more watery than the Coach's cum straight from the tap, but maybe the cum leaking out was mixed with Coach's ass juices. Chad sort of thought it was kind of gross, but he shrugged it off like hot dogs. Hot dogs were made of gross animal parts, but they tasted great, and that's how Coach Sinclair's ass cum seemed to Chad. It tasted great, even if it was gross. Coach farted in his sleep sending out a stream how juicy slime for Chad to devour. Soon the Speedo was completely dry, but Chad was still hungry.
"Come on, Coach, feed me!" begged Chad. But coach just slept on, and on.
Dang, thought Chad, I guess I'm going to have to do this myself. Chad concentrated on moving his body to massage coach's flaccid cock. He had to move his whole body, it's hard to explain how he constricted and stretched his fabric body, but that's what he did. After about 5 minutes, Coach Sinclair's cock started to stiffen up. Getting him hard was easy, but getting him to cum gave Chad a real workout. He had run marathons in the past, and he had done 6 hour weight lifting sessions, but this was harder than any of those. He flexed every muscle in his body working Coach's ten inch member to coax out another load of cum. After the coach came, Chad relaxed slurping up his reward. He felt warm and safe, and he started to doze off. He was contented in his new place in the world.
The coach chuckled. He hadn't really been asleep, or if he had, he woke when Chad was begging him to feed Chad. He muttered happily to himself, "I knew Chad was self-starter. He's even training himself. I can just lay back and let Chad do all the work."
Chad felt happy that he had pleased his owner. He didn't even notice that he had stopped thinking of the coach as the coach, and had started thinking of Coach Sinclair as Chad's Owner. As Chad drifted off into the land of Nod, he wondered about something the coach had said earlier. Chad was supposed to be one of the boys' Speedos, not the Coach's. Would the Coach give Chad to some other young man to wear? Chad worried that the Coach might. He hated the sour body odor of his owner when the Coach first put him on, but now he couldn't imagine going on without it.