"Now let's see how well you fit me, Chad," Rico said stripping completely and unzipping his new wet suit all the way. He stepped naked inside Chad. Chad wanted to cringe. Rico was all sweaty from doing the groundskeeping, and his salty stinky body seemed like it hadn't seen soap and water in a week or two. He thought as much.
Rico laughed, "Yeah, Chad, I haven't showered in two weeks. I wanted you to get the full aroma of Rico raw."
Good grief you can hear my thoughts? Mortified that he was now thinking about Rico's massive boner pressed against his insides.
"Duh, that was the point. Now to zip you up," he said.
He pulled on the string which had been tied around Chad's penis and was now attached to his zipper. It clicked into the lock at the top of the zipper and Rico froze.
"What the hell?" said Rico, "I can't move."
"What do you know," said Rico, except it wasn't him moving his mouth and tongue this time, "I can move. Guess in order for you to have my skills, I get your body, while you're wearing me. You may get a nasty rash, but I don't think I'll be unzipping before you win that surfing competition.
Rico could no longer move or speak. He could only think NO!
"What?" said Chad in Rico's voice with a really angry harsh tone, "You were never planning to change me back? Well, we need to come to an honest arrangement. I was going to help you with Rick, and your little surfing contest, but now I find out that you're going to keep me as a friggin' trophy? What the fuck is wrong with you, Rico?"