Where had the time gone? Rico looked up and the black and red wet suit tacked to his wall. Poor Rick, he thought, and jacked off another load into Chad. He really should change him back soon, but he was just too good a sex magnet. Rico only had to wear his yellow wet suit and he got lucky. He got lucky with a bride and groom on their wedding day. He grinned and picked up his phone. They were on their way from the church to the reception, and got lost. They made the mistake of flagging down Rico, while he was in his yellow suit. He got some great selfies of the happy couple kissing his cock, and him popping both their cherries. Then he let the groom share the bride. She was a screamer, but thanks to the yellow wet suit a consenting screamer. He made them promise to name their first born Rico or Rica. He kept the garter and bouquet. They invited him to the reception, but he decided to leave them something of their special day to themselves.
"Damn, that was two weeks ago?" Rico said sitting up and looking at the date on the photo. "That means I won Rick's wet suit over a month ago. That might complicate things, Chad, if I change you back now. You've been missing for almost two months." He pulled Chad's phone out of his nightstand, and turned it on. No new messages? He smiled. He wondered if it was like the football team. Out of sight, out of mind. None of them could focus on Chad, even though he had been their friend and team captain. They were all regular fucks now. Though they were less interested in Rico, unless he wore the wet suit. or had it nearby.
It wasn't even 8 am yet, but Rico decided he better get over to Chad's house to see whether the cops had been called or what. The house was on the way to the beach, so Rico put Chad on first. He wanted to experience Chad's reactions if his own family had forgotten him. When he arrived, Brad and Dylan (Chad's brothers) were setting up a garage sale.
"Hey," said Rico as he walked up the drive.
That's my wet suit and board! shouted Chad mentally in Rico's head.
"Hey," answered Brad. He was Chad's older brother, home from college.
"Is that Chad's wet suit you're selling?" Rico asked.
"Chad? No, it says it's an O'Neill Wet suit."
"Uh, is it yours."
"Well, it's a wet suit we found lying around the house with a bunch of other old junk. So we decided to have a garage sale."
That's my iPod, my X-Box, my trophies! gasped Chad's disembodied voice in Rico's head.
"But it's too big for you, and you have a really nice wet suit on," Brad said patting the the yellow suit. He immediately popped a boner. "Wouldn't mind getting you out of that suit? Dylan, you think you could manage the sale by yourself?"
"Bailing out on me, Brad?" said Dylan with a tinge of anger and resentment. He carried a box of clothes between the two men, and brushed against Rico's wet suit as he went by. He too popped a boner.
Rico said brightly, "Hey, why don't you put cancelled on your garage sale signs, and put everything back in the garage, and close it. Then we three can have some intimate fun in one of your beds."
Chad had never seen his brothers move that fast. They carried, dragged and hefted everything back into the garage, and wrote CANCELLED on the two garage signs in the yard. Then locked the garage door.
"We're ready!" they said in unison. Both were still tented, but now there were wet spots at the top of their bulges.