Snake got in a couple good punches, but Tank was built like a tank. His cannon was soon buried deep down Snake's gagging throat, and he watched with glee as Jason's body got all shiny and started to shrink. He could hear Snake's screaming mind as Tank's cock flowed down Snake's throat and out his ass. He wasn't a jockstrap or Speedo or thong - he was a friggin' cock ring. He couldn't absorb cum, he'd starve.
Tank looked down at the leathery Speedo jerking and twisting behind the planter where Snake had tried to take cover.
"What the fuck, Ryan, Snake was telling the truth. You know I've always wanted an army green Speedo in my size, but never been able to find one. You mind?"
Ryan was squatting naked on his knees with Tank's baseball bat and baseballs hanging out of his trunks. There was shiny ring nestled in his pubic thatch. Snake. He opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it.
"Thanks, Tank. I'd love to be your Speedo, not sure about the color, but here goes," Ryan said leaning in to swallow Tank's throbbing dripping cock. There was almost a slurping noise as his body shrank around Tank's manhood, and butt. Tank stepped out of his swimsuit, and did a cannonball into the pool.
"Tank!" shouted Horst.
"Hey, Horst. Water's great!"
"I was working on my tan. You find, Standish?"
"Oh, yeah, we connected," Tank glanced down thoughtfully at his bulging Speedo. Cockring Jason was doing a really good job making Tank hard, and most of that was due to his pouting that he couldn't absorb any cum. We can always try, Tank thought at him. He headed back to Snake and Ryan's room with the keycard he had picked up when he had put Ryan on.
He first pushed the two beds together, and lay down across them. Then he started jerking off. Soon Ryan and Snake were soaked. Snake was particularly happy that he could actually absorb cum even while metal, and Tank's balls were so copious both boys felt well fed. Tank took them off and went to shower. When he came back in the room, the two were naked humans wrestling to fuck the other's face.
"Boys, boys, I've got enough cum for both of you. Now I saw the rent bicycles, so I need something to wear," he said thrusting his erection at them.
Ryan grabbed Snake's shoulders and pushed him forward, "Snake looks great skintight."
Snake glared back at Ryan, and looked at the approaching dripping cock. He said, "Sure, Tank, why not?"
"Don't worry, Ryan, I'll need you for my ensemble too."
"Huh?"
A few minutes later, Tank headed down to the desk clad in a handsome Spandex cycling suit with cobra design on the back and chest, Ryan was his padded underwear. He rented a bike, and was soon pedaling down the boardwalk.
Tank got some whistles from some of the girls, but he was headed up the beach to where the police patrolled less, and the gays tended to congregate. It was going to be a great vacation. He loved friends with benefits.
I'm your friend? thought Snake.
Well, you and Ryan are like besties, so since he's my bud, so are you.
You always turn your buds into clothiing?
This is my first opportunity, but yeah, if I could. Like I said friends with benefits.
Ryan remained silent mostly because Tank had eaten bean burritos earlier and Ryan didn't want to accidentally smell any more farts than he already had.