"Morning, Coach Boss, Sir!" said a sing-songy male voice.
Fuck, thought Chad, Rick is acting so gay! What's he doing here? What's he wearing?
"Right-oh, Chad, Ricky is a good fuck. He's here because he's my pool boy, and he's wearing a thong," Coach answered aloud in reply to Chad's thoughts.
"Shoot, Coach, you're wearing Chad?"
"Yep, boy, thanks to you putting that package in Chad's locker for me. But keep quiet about it, my daughter's in the pool, and she doesn't know about Chad's new situation," Coach said with a snicker.
"Gotcha, Coach-Boss, sir!" Ricky said putting his finger on the side of his nose, and winking, "I'll go get my chemicals, skimmer, and pool gear."
Rick knows! Rick was in on it! Why?
Coach reached inside his Speedo, and wrapped the drawstring around the root of his cock and balls like a cock ring. He was half-hard when Karen got out of the pool.
"Say, hon, Ricky's a nice guy. Maybe you should consider dating him?" Coach said.
"Dad! Ricky's gay!" laughed Karen shaking her head.
"Ricky's gay? You're kidding!"
"Sometimes you're so oblivious!" Karen said drying off.
She disappeared into the house, as Ricky came out from behind the bushes carrying his pool cleaning gear.
"Be quick about it, Ricky, and you can sit on my cock inside my Speedo!" Coach shouted when he knew Karen was well out of earshot.
"Yessirree, sir, Boss, Coach, sir!" answered Ricky.
No, no, no, screamed Chad's mind. He'd be ruined with both Coach Sinclair and Ricky inside him stretching him horribly.
"But think of all of Ricky's sweet young cum ready to feed you while I fuck his ass?"
Involuntarily Chad started to twitch in anticipation of an early lunch. The coach smiled as his suit began to massage him. He was right to pick Chad, the poor sot had to be the best at whatever he did or was, and that included being a cocksucking Speedo. He chuckled softly. He could hear the water splashing as Ricky hastened to complete his duties to earn his reward.