Liam was on the weight bench pumping iron in the team's private weight room, when you arrive. Well, not that you had a choice in the matter. You're dripping with sweat and panting, and Dante is complaining that he didn't think your body's inferior condition should effect his athletic performance. You can feel your inside gliding a bit out of place against his bare skin. Apparently, even though you're sweating on the outside, he's sweating inside you.
"Damn, I'm late," Dante says looking at his watch swining loosely from your wrist. He punches in his keycode, the door buzzes open.
"Bout time you got here, Dante!" said Liam as he set the weight down and turned to face you. He paused and said, "How the hell did you get in here! This is our private gym!"
You wanted to remind him that it was school property, and you were a student too, but Dante had something else in mind.
Dante said in your voice, "Hey, Liam, I came to apologize." You feel your face looking sheeping. He licks your/his lips and says, "And to prove it, I am going to let you fuck my ass."
"You queer bastard I'm straight."
"But you said you wanted to fuck my ass, didn't you?"
"Yeah, bu-" he starts to answer, but stops as Dante pulls off his pink shorts and lies down on the opposite weight bench. He uses his shorts to tie your/his left wrist to the weight rack. Then he pulls of his shirt.
"A little help, big guy?" Dante says dangling the shirt and showing two purple pills.
"Well, if you really want me to fuck you?" Liam says accepting the bait. He pops the pills in his mouth and ties his/your right wrist to the weight bench with you/Dante on your/his back. Then he pulls down his shorts, and Liam lifts your/Dante's legs over his shoulders. He grins wickedly as his cock stiffens. He says, "I really hope this hurts, and he pushes in. You and Dante both scream.
You feel your left wrist come free and pull something out of the shorts' pocket. Your hand glides up Liam's sweaty back. You're/Dante is putting something on his back. Then your hand pulls back. The sound of a zipper sliding. The big cock inside you deflates as Liam gasps.
"Damn, Liam that did hurt, but when we win the championship it will be worth it," Dante said getting up and folding the Liam skinsuit complete with shorts, socks and shoes into a bundle and shoving it into Liam's nearby gym bag. Then he unzips himself and steps out of you into the cool gym air. "Ah, that's better."
Dante rolls you up and shoves you into Liam's gym bag. Then he picks the bag up and strolls naked through the weight room to the private locker room/shower room entrance. The bag is shoved in a locker while he showers. You lay there in the bag crammed next to sweaty stinky Liam.
You think, "I hate Dante."
"Dante? Dante did this?" you hear Liam's thoughts. Apparently, both being skinsuits you can communicate mentally or telepathically?
He hears that thought, and answers, "No, Doofus, it's skin to skin contact that allows thought exchange. Dante needs to be able to access your memories, so he can impersonate you, and I guess now me?"
"Actually, he's replacing all the worst players on the team with pros for the big game to guarantee a win," you explain.
"What the fuck? I'm one of the worst players? Since when!"
The locker rattles and opens.