The maid Ynez opened the door.
"Yes?"
"Yeah, is Chad home? He's expecting me," Rod lied.
"Mister Chad?" the maid's eyebrows raise in momentary alarm, then she smiles, "He is by the pool."
"Great!" said Rod pushing his way through the door.
"Please wait sir, I must announce you. Mr. Rod? You are friend from team?"
"Yeah."
He followed the maid as she bustled by him, and hurried toward the back patio. She led him out the French Doors to the pool. There Rod can plainly see Chad in a hot pink Speedo cleaning the pool with a net.
"Mister Chad, your teammate friend Rod is here to see you!" shouted the maid.
Chad looked up, and then carefully put the net back in the bracket behind the pool shed.
"So Chad, since when do you clean the pool? You're always talking about your pool boy," Rod said remembering Chad saying he had people to do his chores.
"Pool boy day off," the Chad in the Speedo said, but his voice sounded off. It was like someone trying to sound like Chad, or maybe Chad trying to sound like someone else. He should have said Pool boy's day off, he forgot the possessive. Chad never did that.
"Got a suit I can borrow?" Rod asked. "You invited me by for a swim this morning," Rod lied.
"A suit? See? Uh? I will get it," he said and darted into the pool house.
Rod looked around and then whispered to his jockstrap, "He went into the pool house to get me a suit."
"Why? That's where the pool boy lives. In the back room. His name is Paco."
Rod smiled.
"Hey, where is Paco anyway?" Rod asked as he entered the pool house, and Speedo-clad Chad emerged from a door in the back holding a couple of swimsuits.
"Told you. Day off," Speedo Chad said testily.
"No, but you said he always is hanging around, even on his days off. You said he was really cute."
"Uh, cute? I did," said Speedo Chad with a tone of pleasant surprise. Then he added, "Sorry not around today."
"Oh, dang! That's why you invited me over to see if we'd hit it off?" Rod lied. He could see the poster of male bodybuilder and a rainbow flag hanging in the room on the other side of a door.
"Well?" said Speedo Chad thoughtfully surveying Rod's body. His eyes seemed to say, Damn that's a huge bulge. Wonder if he stuffs it?
"Well?" Rod asked.
"Please pick a suit, and I'll tell you about that," Speedo Chad said handing the suits to Rod.
Definitely not Chad, Rod thought, as he took the swimsuits. Chad would have tossed them, and he never said please.
"I sometimes say "please"," protested his jockstrap.
Rod set aside the thong, and trunks and decided on the Tyr briefs, he could wear his jockstrap under that and still show off his bulge. Rod peeled off his shirt. He undid his jeans, and pulled down his jean and jockstrap in one movement. He grinned. This Chad only had eyes for Rod's body, he never even noticed the jockstrap hidden in the jeans. Rod wadded the real Chad in his big hand and slipped it into the Tyr suit he had chosen. Then he put them both on. Speedo Chad was practically drooling.
The real Chad was getting only bits of Rod's thoughts, and they were a bit perturbing. Chad already knew that he got off on the idea of cumming in Chad, and the false Chad had a hot body, and was gay. Damn, he was going to fuck Chad several times over. He walked over to the false Chad. Through the thin Spandex, Chad could see everything or at least enough. Rod's hairy chest brushed against the smooth Chad's chest, and he whispered, "Chad, I'm glad we're alone." Then he grabbed Speedo Chad and planted a French kiss on him. The real Chad would have decked him, this Chad was into, and was kissing back. Hands were everywhere. Soon they were in the pool boy's bed, with Rod fucking Speedo Chad's ass doggy style while real Chad watched suspended between Rod's thighs. He was surprised how big his butt looked, and how hot it was seeing his own cherry get picked. But he was jealous too. He figured it out. Pool boy Paco had stolen his body and turned him into a jockstrap somehow. Now the pool boy had his perfect body, and was getting filled with all of Rod's cum, which should have been filling the real Chad. Damn, he was hungry.