"Whoa, Chad, black is definitely your color," laughed Bruno, "And you thought it was bad enough when I put my wet boner on your back, how you going to feel when its inside you? Ah, well, it doesn't matter how you feel, except how you feel on me when I wear you."
Chad didn't know what Bruno was yammering on about, but he needed to be used, and it sounded like Bruno was going to use him, so he was happy.
Bruno slung that flat man shaped piece of rubber over his shoulder. Chad's face slapped against Bruno's butt cheek. Bruno giggled, and forced a fart out.
"Breathe deeply, jock boy, it's only gonna get worse," Bruno said as he walked toward the locker room.
Chad could smell Bruno's fart, but he didn't care.
"Yo, Bruno," Rick said as he arrived for his morning workout. He pointed at the black rubber thing draped over Bruno's bare shoulder, and asked, "That's not Chad is it?"
"Duh, in the rubberized flesh."
"Where's the rest of him? He weighed like 200 lbs. That thing weighs maybe 10 lbs max, probably less," Rick said pointedly.
"Duh, I explained, Rick, his essence is now permeating the rubber suit he has become, and when I wear him, I'll gain his strength, and stamina, and I will win that 30 mile swim race to Catalina."
"I don't see any opening, Bruno. How are you going to put him on? No zipper. No buttons. No opening."
"He's got openings," Bruno protested.
"So you're going to stretch his mouth open and climb in? Or you going up his ass? I guess rubber stretches, doesn't it?"
Bruno pursed his lips, and marched into the locker room. He hadn't considered how he would put his new Chad wet suit on. He just figured it would be obvious, but Rick was right. Maybe this was a mistake? No. He would figure out how to put Chad on, and win that marathon ocean swim race.