Chad hurriedly dressed after working out for 30 minutes, and still damp from the shower sprinted across the field to the field house. He was about 20 minutes early, but he wanted to make sure it was perfect. He grabbed a rack and cleared a patch in the clay dirt, so it wouldn't be too hard. He had a blanket in his backpack, and queued up his sexy tunes on his iPhone. He'd just have to tap it to start the music. Then he looked around the empty field house again, and assured he was alone, he started to undress. He carefully stacked his clothes on top of his backpack behind his shoes to keep them clean. Then he picked up the Golden Boy Condom Pouch. He began massaging his cock to get it hard, and he read the tiny writing on the back of the pouch under the promise of the best sexual experience. He grinned.
"Exclusively for use with a Golden Boy. When wearing for the first time, subject should be completely nude, and fully erect," he read, and muttered, "Subject?" He figured it was a poor translation, he remembered hearing most condoms were made in Southeast Asia. Though curiously, the pouch read, "MADE IN" with no country name. Printing error. It instructed him in archaic textbook English to " with care position the contents of the pouch over the subject's glans and then unroll down the shaft. The fusion with the skin should feel electrifying. If subject ejaculates (a not uncommon event), Golden Boy will return to pouch. Once Golden Boy in pouch, many pleasurable uses follow."
Chad was a bit confused, but he figured that it meant it was a reusable condom, and should be stored in the pouch after use. A bit odd, it didn't say anything about how to clean it. He was rock hard now. He hoped she wouldn't be late. He opened the pouch. There was an odd whooshing sound as the pouch opened. Must've been vacuum packed, he thought. There was a fragrant intoxicating odor in the air, and Chad felt a bit giddy. He swore he heard someone whisper, "Most acceptable subject this golden boy is." He spun around, but saw no one. Must've been his imagination, maybe the fragrance contained an hallucinogen?
He seemed to actually be harder than he had ever been. He was sweating now. Damn, where was his secret admirer, he'd start without her if he had to - damn, he felt like he could blow a dozen loads. His balls were swelling, she'd never know. He gently removed the condom, it was lighter weight than any condom he'd ever used. It was almost like it wasn't there at all, just a bit of gossamer. He wondered if it would work? He placed it against the tip of his penis.
"Yeow!"
It was electric. Must be static electricity he thought.
He didn't remember unrolling the condom the length of his shaft, but he looked down and saw his penis gleamed like it was solid gold. He grabbed his cock, and jerked. This time the shock that hit was like a lightning bolt. He blinked away the blinding spots. He stared at his solid gold hand gripping his solid gold penis, and his solid gold arm, and solid gold legs. There was no seam where the condom ended anymore. He was a golden boy. One thought came to mind. He reached for the empty pouch where he had dropped it.
"MUST RETURN TO POUCH AFTER USE."
"NO!" screamed Chad as he felt himself sucked into the pouch, and heard the whooshing sound as the air rushed out and the zipper sealed him inside. For a moment he floated in the air where his hand had held the pouch. Now it dropped to the dusty field house floor. Chad could only stare up and wait. WTF? He was the subject, he was the Golden Boy, damn, he was the condom.
Why would Sinclair do this to him? No, she wouldn't. Then who was the Secret Admirer? Chad had a bad feeling about this. Who would want to use him as a condom, sure it promised that he'd give the best sexual experience ever. Damn, it hadn't lied about that. His masturbation minutes ago had been better than any other masturbation or sex he had before. He was debating whether it was worth it.
He heard footsteps approaching slowly. Then the moved faster, a hand reached down and picked up the pouch. The person's thumb covered Chad's face. He couldn't see who it was. The thumb moved. He saw giant lips kissing him, and as the pouch moved away from the face, Chad recognized at last who his secret admirer really was. Then the darkness of his secret admirer's pocket enveloped him. Chad like a parrot under a sheet, fell asleep. He needed to be fully refreshed when he was used, he thought happily. Happily? Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.