"I cannot recall talking to you since last week, but I'm sure we've seen each other," commented Rod, as they ran around the perimeter of the field doing laps.
"Yeah, I guess a lot going on," Chad muttered in reply. He was a bit embarrassed, as he hadn't had a hard on in weeks, he was getting one now, and it was straining his jockstrap. At least he wasn't the jockstrap getting stretched, he vaguely wondered if it was someone he knew. Nah, it was just his jockstrap.
"Anyway, Bruno brought some new experimental fertility drug and shared it with us. He mixed it in sugar free taffy. So anyway one dose gets you super hard for like 15 hours, and you'll need to cum at least once an hour. I know cause I ate mine Did Bruno give you one? I know he gave Rick one, but Rick said he hadn't eaten his."
"Oh?" Chad said. Then he thought, so this isn't a prank? Or not the prank that Rick has planned?
"Anyway, Chad , you're slowing down. Keep up!"
"Sorry, Rod, just thinking."
"Yeah, sex-candy. I should've kept mine until tonight."
"What's tonight?"
"I thought that's what Rick was talking to you about in the locker room? His dad's ice cream shoppe is closed for remodel, but the equipment and ice cream is there, and the windows are all covered with tarps, no tables and chairs, so Rick's throwing a rave."
"Talking about the rave?" Brent asked running up on Chad's other side and talking across him at Rod. Brent was now blond, he had used the Chad spray on his hair as well as his crotch. "Too bad about the soft swirl machine not working, though."
"No worries, when I talked to Rick before changing, he said he had arranged for a new soft swirl machine for tonight."
"Cool, well I'll see you two slowpokes there," Brent said running passed them.
"Oh, no you don't!" said Rod sprinting to catch up.
Chad said nothing, he was trying to keep from cumming as he ran faster. All the bouncing, and whatever was in that candy were making him ready to explode.
At the end of practice, he managed to talk to Rick who was sitting on a bench watching.
"What's this about a rave at your father's ice cream shoppe?"
"Yeah, it's tonight. I know you'll be there."
"Are you inviting me?"
"Already did."
"The candy?"
"No, dude. The prank invite was the sweat activated powder in your gear. I'd say you may have an hour or maybe only a half before you teleport to the ice cream shoppe and become our new healthy soft serve machine with vitamin fortified ice cream. "
"What!?!?!"
"Oh, I might have been wrong about that being an hour," Rick said looking from Chad to his watch, "Might only be a few seconds."
Chad's practice gear lay in a heap at Rick's feet.