Oh, my head? moaned Chad. He couldn't move. He wanted to massage his throbbing head. He couldn't. It was dark. His ass was hanging from a hook on the ceiling. The place smelled like a locker room - well more specifically like a guy's dirty underwear. He noticed the huge vent. Oh, Thad? He was a Speedo? If he was Speedo? Then the vent? He was in Thad's locker! How long? It was Friday afternoon. Swim practice was after school at 4 PM, and Saturdays at 10 AM. Chad hung silently for at least three hours, maybe four, before the locker opened.
"Miss me, cum eater?" hissed Thad as he leaned into whisper to his Speedo. Thad stripped, then he took the Speedo out of his locker. He shook it out, and grinned. Chad was a clean new Speedo again. Then he stepped into Chad.
Chad quivered in anticipation. He felt so empty. Part of him wanted to pound Thad silly, part of him wanted to milk Thad dry. He missed the buzz, it was the only thing that made being a Speedo tolerable. No, he wouldn't drink. He needed to be able to think clearly, there had to be a way out of this. There - glug, gulp - his mouth was gagged with Thad's thick delicious cock. NO.
"Oh, guess you're not hungry yet? Well, maybe after a swim?" Thad said patting his bulging crotch.
Must not suck, thought Chad.
SPLASH.
Chad felt the cool water envelope him. He was plastered to Thad's ass and manhood. He was where he belonged. FOR NOW, he thought.
After two hours of laps, getting out of pool diving in and more laps, Thad threw his Speedo clad ass on to one of the lounge chairs and fell asleep in the sun.
Chad sighed and relaxed. He felt relaxed, the sun felt good on him. Thad snored. Chad zoned out. At least until Thad popped a boner. Now Chad was wide awake, but Thad was still snoring. Mmm, thought Chad, no, mustn't do it.