Chad had been in Rick's bedroom before, but not from this angle. He was hanging from your fly. Your clothing was neatly folded on his bed, alongside his clothing. Chad hears the sound of what he thinks is a leather belt. You turn and he sees Rick's bookcase full of trophies and team photos. Chad's new owner stepped toward the bookcase. He could see the reflection of Chad's face sticking out of his foreskin on the glass of the framed photo right next to the photo of Chad. The head in the photo and the reflection were almost the exact same size. It served to remind Chad both of who he had been and what he now was. It was purposeful. Chad had been in the room before. This photo had been on the top shelf. Someone-probably you- had moved it so that it would be at the right height for this. It was staged. Chad got angry, which unfortunately meant he was now rock hard and ready to use on his former teammate Rick.
Chad growled, "Rick! Glug, glug!" Precum drowned out his words.
You turn Rick is naked on his knees with an eyeless leather hood over his head tightly buckled around his neck like a belt. So that was the belt buckle that Chad had heard. Rick doesn't know? Or does he? Does it matter?
You proceed to move closer to Dicky. He's half hard in anticipation, and he's drooling. Chad's in trauma. He feels so horny, he wants to plow Dicky, but it's his buddy Rick. He - gawd, he's licking him now. Oh, it feels so good. Just as well, he can't look Rick/Dicky in the eyes. Oh, yeah, Chad's enjoying his new role, as your cock. You can feel it. Oh, yeah almost on the verge.
"Right-oh! Dicky hut, hut, hut!"
"Yes, sir, right, sir!" Dicky shouts. He spins around and assumes the position Chad has seen many times, It's like Rick is on the scrimmage line waiting for the ball to snap. He has one hand on the floor, and his butt is up and inviting. Until now Chad never realized how gay it looked.
"You're -glub- out- glub- of - glub-glub- uniform, Ric-glub!" sputtered squeaky Chad as dribbles of cum burst from his lips.
Rick lifted his hooded head slightly, but the hood covered his ears, so he may or mayn't of heard Chad.
Chad's face pushed against Rick's rosebud, and then he plunged in. Good heavens, it was too tight. So tight. Oh, in and out, in and out, and ooooooooooooh!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" you moan.
Dicky screams and sobs, "Ow, ow, ow! It hurts! Stop! Stop! Stop! Aaaargh!," he gasped, "Don't Stop! It hurts- oh-so good!"