Tyler whistled as he set the new CPR dummy on the massage table. Chad had made the towel boy massage his naked body, even though it wasn't Ty's job. Tyler applied a rubber zipper collar around the dummy's neck. It adhered quickly in place. Tyler unzipped the zipper , and the hood came freed from the dummy. Ty peeled it off Chad's head. Chad gasped and blinked. He could speak again, but from the neck down he was still all CPR dummy.
"Weasel boy get me out of this suit or so help me!" roared Chad furiously.
"Guess, I should put the hood back on," Tyler answered.
At this point Chad has realized he's a human head on a rubber body, and he's powerless to resist. He started to plead, "No, please, Ty -er, Tyler, I'll behave, please don't put the hood on me." He glanced at the table, and offered, "Say, if you get me out of this suit, I'll give you a massage. Hell, I'll give you a massage every day for the rest of my life!"
"With a happy ending?" Tyler asked.
Chad pursed his lips and thought of the teammates who had used him, and what would have happened or would happen if it had been the whole team and had been after a game. He swallowed hard. Coach demanded total abstinence the week before a game. After the game, all the horny young players desperately needed relief. He managed a shrug of sorts, not being able to move his shoulders even. "Sure, why not?" At least Tyler's dick had to be a lot smaller than Angus.
"Well, I'll let you audition for that job, Chad," Tyler said pulling out his cock, and flipping the rubber dummy body over, so Chad's head hung off the edge of the table. "Suck my cock, Chad!" he ordered.
Chad opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. Then he said, "Could you bring it closer, I cannot reach."
"Beg for it, Chad."
Chad almost burst out that he wasn't going to beg, but he wasn't stupid. He could pound Tyler later, first he had to get out of this suit.
"Please, Tyler? Please let me suck your lovely long cock? Let me lick it, please?"
Tyler's cock was bigger than Chad expected, and as his tongue tasted the velvety flesh, Chad got another surprise. Tyler was a grower. Six inch limp, 13 inches hard. Soon Chad was gagging, but he was working that cock.
He thought he was doing a good job, but apparently, Tyler didn't think so.
"Disappointing, Chad. I thought you were the best at everything."
"Hey, it was my first time. I'll get better! Give me a chance, please," Chad begged as Tyler picked up the hood.
"Well, I suppose I should give you a chance. Here's a dildo, you can practice on it tonight. I'll be back tomorrow to see if you improved. Oh, and here's the VCR, I've put a porn video where a football squad are taught the proper way to give blow jobs. I set the VCR on loop. Enjoy the video, and dildo. I hope you can demonstrate a marked improvement tomorrow morning." He shoved the dildo into Chad's mouth. "Oh, you'd better not drop that. If it's not in your mouth in the morning, the hood goes on." He turned on the TV/VCR and turned out the light. He locked the door to the massage room. Chad could only suck the dildo in silence.
About the third time through the video, Chad heard footsteps outside the massage room. He almost spit out the dildo, but guessed it had to be Tyler testing him.
Actually, it was Coach Hannibal. He was drunk as a skunk. He heard the video on, and opened the door. He saw the rubber dummy on the massage table aimed toward the TV/VCR watching a porno. He didn't speak. He just spread Chad's rubber legs, and started fucking the dummy. After he had cum once, coach yawned and fell asleep on top of the dummy. Chad assumed it was Tyler, and assumed that Tyler felt heavier because Chad's body was lighter. He tried to ignore Tyler snoring on his back with his softening cock shoved halfway up Chad's ass, and focus on the dildo. He was going to give Tyler the best blow job he could in the morning.
Tyler got to the gym around 4:30 am. He nearly shit himself when he saw Coach Hannibal's pickup parked in the lot. The engine was cold. He figured that the coach had left it here and gone home with Ms. Parker or Miss Hong. He knew the coach had dated both of those teachers. He froze when he saw the door to the massage room was ajar. He was sure he had locked it. He slowly entered. There was coach up on the table asleep on top of Chad, and Chad was busily slurping on the dildo.
"Good boy, Chad!" exclaimed Tyler, after first making sure that the coach was dead to the world.
Chad almost lost the dildo, but managed to catch it between his teeth.
"Ty? Thun, who-shon top oofme?" he said balancing the dildo in his mouth.
"Nice save, Chad. It's Coach Hannibal, but he's out cold. Now let's see what you have learned." Tyler turned off the TV, and walked around to Chad's head.