It was bizarre. Rico seemed to know all of Chad's surfing moves, while wearing the former jock. He also seemed super horny while wearing his new wet suit. He would jerk off at least once an hour while wearing Chad, and there was another odd thing about the Chad wet suit. Every time Rico got close to someone wearing the suit, they suddenly got turned out. Guys and girls who would never have given Rico the time of day were coming on to him in his new wet suit. He started getting blow jobs, and before the surfing competition had already plowed a dozen formerly straight guys' asses. It was freaky for Chad too. Rico wore the wet suit whenever he had sex, and if it was with a guy, the dude had to be facing and kissing him, and he'd blow his load when Rico blew his, and the load would end up splattered all over Chad, and Chad would somehow absorb it completely.
Rico discovered if he made a date, and showed without the wet suit, he'd usually not get laid. If he wasn't wearing the suit, but it was nearby, he sometimes ended up bottoming. But when he was wearing Chad, he always scored and always topped. He dug out Chad's cell phone, and turned it on. He liked that Chad had a friend locator app. He clicked on the map, and saw that a half dozen of Chad's teammates were at a Rod's parents' beach house. He decided to head there, get some sex tonight, and catch some waves in the morning. The contest was two days away.
It turned out that it was a full-fledged football end of season party. Kegs of beer, bottles of Tequila, Whiskey and Everclear were everywhere.
Brock was manning the door, as Rico approached wearing his wet suit.
"No Wetbacks Allowed!" shouted Brock as he extended his arm straight out. As the palm of Brock's hand touched the wet suit, his expression softened, and his board shorts tented. He said swiftly, "Without an invitation, but you can considered yourself invited, handsome."
"Yeah, I bet, lover boy," Rico replied, "Do you give good head?"
"Shall we see?" Brock asked dropping to his knees.
"Here on the doorstep?" Rico asked.
"Why not?" Brock asked.
Rico laughed. Damn, he was horny. "Sure why not?" He pulled up the lower zipper tab to release his manhood, while still wearing the suit.
"Cool, zips both ways?" Brock said licking his lips.
"Just like me," laughed Rico.
The house was at the end of the beach road, so it was pretty isolated. He still felt exposed, but he wasn't a dweeb, and Brock was raring to go.
Rico was sore when he woke around 5 am. The sun was just rising. He looked at team roster in his hand. He had checked off half the players. Score! he thought fisting the air. A couple of players had two checks after their names. Around 10 PM last night, Rico had spread out on the couch to offer cock rides. And a line of guys had formed. Most were Chad's teammates, but a few were JV players, and there was an assistant coach, and a dozen cheerleaders. Chad was better than Viagra, Rico stayed rock hard, one after the other. Each guy blew their load on Rico's rubber clad chest, a couple hit him in the face. Looking down at his suit, it should have been covered in crusty dried cum, but Chad had somehow absorbed it all.
Another odd thing, while Chad's name was on the roster, no one mentioned him, and when Rico asked if Chad was there tonight, Rod answered, "Chad who?" Chad's closest buds seemed to have forgotten his existence.
Rico was a little wobbly on his feet. He walked toward the bathroom, he really needed to piss. Brock was waiting outside the door to use the bathroom too.
"Gotta piss," Rico said glaring at the locked door.
Brock was on his knees in half a second with his mouth open, and begging, "Allow me, sir."
Rico smiled, and unzipped, and quietly emptied his bladder down Brock's throat. A wicked thought occurred to him. He leaned forward and whispered a nasty suggestion for Brock to have tattooed on his body.
The day was blur. Mostly, Rico surfed. But he managed to have sex a couple dozen times too. Once out on the board while waiting for a good wave, another surfer paddled too close, and well, Rico scored again. He did it three times while in the men's room waiting for a stall to relieve his bowels.
No sex that night. Well, he did jack off a few - okay, a dozen times.
The day of the competition, Rico was totally focused. He surfed better than he ever had before, He spent hours in the water. Finally, it came down to him and one other surfer. Jake Towers was a tall guy. It gave him an advantage that Chad had, but smaller Rico didn't even while wearing Chad. Still Rico managed to squeak out a victory on points.
He stood on the platform to receive his award still wearing his wet suit. Towers was next to him to receive the second prize wearing dry board shorts. He extended his hand to Rico. He looked miffed, but said, "Still wearing your wet suit. You are a good surfer."
Rico reached to shake hands, Jake's hand clapped around Rico's forearm clad in Chad. His expression changed. "If you're half as good on a bed, as you are on a board. I'm staying at the Beachcomber next door, room 69."