Chad felt Bruno hurrying back and forth. He figured, Bruno was cleaning up Chad's clothes, whatever else he had rigged up in the field house. He heard the field house door clang shut, and heard the padlock snap into place. Then Bruno took a leisurely jaunt for about seven horrible minutes, while his junk and Chad bounced back and forth against each other with only a thin cotton canvas pocket wall separating them. Chad had never known Bruno to go commando before, he always wore a Speedo. Oh, shit! The realization hit Chad at the same moment Bruno pulled the new blue Speedo out of his front pocket. They were alone in the Swim Team's locker room. Bruno hung Chad on the hook on the locker door, so he could have a good view as the swarthy giant swimmer stripped.
When he was naked, and half hard. Bruno grinned and unhooked Chad from his perch. and straddled Chad's leg openings. He pulled up. Chad fought, as best he could.
"Dude, you're fucking tight. I guess I'll have to break you in," Bruno said as he finally got the tight rubber blue suit up to his waist. He tucked his big cock inside the pouch. Chad decided to crush Bruno's junk.
"Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, AAAAAAAAH!" exclaimed Bruno as Chad's efforts resulted in Bruno getting totally hard and blowing his load.
"You just screwed yourself, Chad," Bruno said gleefully, "Cum makes the transformation permanent. Eat it all up, cause it's all you'll be eating from now on." Bruno laughed and headed toward the showers and the pool.