Rick partied hard when he arrived. Around 2 am, he stumbled into bed. He took Chad off, and lay him next to him under the covers. In the morning, Chad woke with a yelp. Rick's wet cock was pressed between his butt cheeks.
Rick laughed, "Dude, it's not like my cock's never been inside you before."
"Right, Rick, uh, where are we? Cancun?" Chad was a bit dizzy, all that cum had been intoxicating. He looked down at his crotch.
"Where's my bag, Rick?" Chad demanded.
"Oh, your bag? Damn, I got so drunk on the plane, I only picked up my bag at the carousel. It must be still at the airport. I'll go out there this afternoon to get it. You can borrow some of my clothes until then," Rick said magnanimously.
Chad screwed up his face, and then looked down at his naked crotch.
"Hey, you forgot to put my string back," gasped Chad.
"Guess, I forgot that too. I was pretty hammered last night," Rick said half apologetically.
"Forgot? Well, you promised me my cock, while I tanned on the beach," Chad said pointedly. He looked around the room, and noticed that there was only one bed. "And about the sleeping arrangements?"
"Yeah, I agreed you could spend your days as human on the beach, but at night, you're my club wear, Chad."
Chad was silent for a moment, and then said, "Okay, club wear at night, but you have to give me my dick back now."
Rick smiled.
"Well, sure, Chad, but you realize that you'll have to spend have the day as my Rio thong, if I change you back now. Or you could remained tiny dicked and human all day?"
"I don't trust you, Rick, you might forget if I rely on you to do it when you go to bed," sighed Chad, "Do it now!" He bit his lips, and swallowed.
Chad was a tiny pink triangle again. Rick rolled over and went back to sleep. About three hours later, he got up. Rick stepped over Chad ignoring him, and headed to the bathroom. Showered, shaved and refreshed, Rick picked Chad up, and extracted his lucky string. He tied it around his wrist, and headed down for a late breakfast with a bloody mary. Chad felt clung to Rick's cock for dear life, without a drawstring, if he let go, he hated Rick. After huevos rancheros, and two more bloody marys, Rick staggered back to the room with another young guy in tow. The guy was wearing a braided leather necklace that he told Rick he had made himself. After some wild hot sex, the young dude left Rick lying naked and snoring on a chaise on the room's patio. He kicked the wadded up pink Swim suit with his barefoot. Then he picked it up, and sniffed it.
"Aw, looks like Ricky lost his drawstring," the youth remarked with a smile. He undid his leather necklace, and threaded it through Chad. He kissed the pouch of Rick's Rio. Then he tossed Chad on to the bed, and left.