Karen shouted from the house, "Bye, Dad, I'm off to Susie's!"
"Bye, dear!" shouted Coach.
Ricky grinned and peeled off his thong, and emptied a bottle of suntan oil all over his body. Chad realized for the first time that Ricky didn't have any tan lines. Now he knew why. What was Ricky doing now? He was bending over and pouring the tanning oil up his ass. Lube? No!
"Hurry up, Ricky, Chad's excited about being stretched to his limits!" laughed coach.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Coach was fully erect now, involuntarily Chad had tightened and vibrated as the living Speedo let out its psychic scream.
Ricky came over and leaned his face in close to coach's bulging crotch. He whispered, "Hey, bro, I'd say no hard feelings, but that would be a lie. Coach is feeling hard, and so am I." He stood quickly sliding his erection across the Speedo and lining up next to coach's cock. Ricky actually seemed bigger than coach. He must be a real grower, thought Chad, nervously. He was already hungry again. What had Ricky and Coach Sinclair changed him into? He wasn't just a Speedo. He was a gay slut Speedo? He shuddered at the thought tightening his fabric grip on coach's manhood.
Ricky pulled Chad's waistband outward, and he stretched it. Chad was in total agony. He felt the shiny hard toenails belonging to Rick pry open his tight gripping leg holes hugging coach's fat thighs. One toe, then the whole foot forced its way through the hole stretching Chad. Thank god, that Rick had shaved his legs, the stubble rubbing against Chad was bad enough, he would hate to feel unshaved legs stretching him this way.
"Note to self, have Ricky let his leg hair grow out," muttered coach softly.
"Huh?" said Rick as right leg plunged downward stretching Chad's right leg hole, and driving coach's erection between his own butt cheeks. His left leg swiftly followed.
Chad was blotto from the pain. Ricky's erection filled him now. Somehow he had stretched and not torn.
"Advantages to being our magic gay Speedo, huh, Chad?"