Chad/Marcus was wolfing down the pancakes and dripping syrup on his Speedo, while the guy talked. In between bites, he asked, "Okay...and who are you?"
The guy snorted, "You really don't know me?" He stood up straight and thrust his crotch and chest out.
"I know you're on the Demons' team. I think number 23? But I don't know you. Have we met?" Chad asked.
"Hm? I guess not formally, now that I think about it," he said. He put his hand on his chin and looked down at the near empty plate. He added, "Looks like someone is ready for dessert. I'll feed you a load and tell you about myself, okay, Chaddy?"
"Uh? Do I have a choice?" Chad asked.
"Nope."
Chad slid back from the food and got down on his knees in front of the big dude in the training shorts. The guy let his shorts drop to his ankles. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. Chad made a face and knee walked closer to the guy's crotch. He looked up at the guy, and opened his mouth. Before Chad could say anything more, the guy stepped forward and guided his cock into Marcus' mouth.
He said, "Take your time, cuz, and swallow each load. Until I'm dry. I usually can blow three or four loads in the morning," he said smugly, "Oh, and cuz isn't just a familiar term. You and I are distant cousins. Granny Hackett is always going on about your exploits that's why I thought you probably knew me."
"Grun-nay Ack-utt?" mumbled Chad with his mouth full.
"You listen. I'll talk!"