Rico freaked as he heard the sound of the rubber suit deflating. It was sort of like a really loud, long nasty fart. At first, he thought he ran over somebody in a wet suit. He was relieved to discover the suit was empty. He ran his hands over the slick shiny rubber, and grinned. It wasn't a wet suit. It was a kink suit, and it looked brand new. Somebody probably left it on the field for someone else to pickup. He looked around in the dim dawn light. No one else seemed to be about. Maybe it got left there last night? He pulled his sweat soaked hoodie off, along with his t-shirt. He draped Chad's long flattened rubber legs over his shoulders, pressed Chad's cool rubber cock and torso against his own, and tucked Chad's flattened head into his sweat pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. Then he pulled his t-shirt and hoodie back on, and resumed his job rolling the lawn.
Chad was in hell. He was relieved it wasn't Rick, but the towel boy's expression was far from encouraging. He thought it was a good idea that Rico was hiding him, but under his clothes? He never realized how much another guy could sweat until now. Maybe it was because he now had a rubber suit pressed up against his skin under his sweat clothes, while he worked? Or maybe he was just a sweaty guy? Damn, Rico was the towel boy, and Chad was the quarterback, he didn't deserve to have his flattened face stuck to Rico's privates and between his thighs. Rico worked for another 4 excruciating hours wearing Chad under his clothing. He started to regret it after the first half hour, but hey he had seen quality rubber suits online, and those things were expensive. He would have to work for a year of half days to afford one, so he told himself it would be worth it.
Rico was finishing up his grounds keeping chores when Rick showed up.
"Hey, towely, did you see a - er, wet suit out here this morning?" Rick asked.
Rico pulled out his earbuds, and said, "what?"
Rick repeated himself.
"A wet suit on the playing field? Why would anyone leave a wet suit out here?"
"It was supposed to be in the sauna - sorry, it's for a prank, and it's not exactly a wet suit," Rick said in an irritated voice.
There were a few dozen people out on the campus athletic areas right now. A dozen guys playing on the basketball courts, five or six people running around the track, a girl throwing javelins, a game of touch football, and - Rick sighed. Too many people, but Rico had been here all morning. Rick was sure of it, he could see the sweat stains down the middle of his back.
"Man, I just do my job and play my tunes. I didn't see any wet suit or thing like a wet suit. Maybe those guys who were leaving when I got here this morning saw it? Or someone else?" he gestured to the other people. "I really wasn't looking for anything. Just doing my job, playing my tunes." Rico shrugged. He was smart enough to stay hunched over working on cleaning his tools, he knew if he stood up straight, Rick would see he had odd sweat pattern on the sides of his hoodie, but not on the front. He added, "If you think I took it, you can look in the shed, nothing there but landscaping stuff."
Rick did go into the shed. He found an old pair of black rubber waders hanging in the back of the shed covered with spiderwebs, and frowned. No, it wasn't Rico. Wait he said guys were leaving when he got here.
"Hey, Rico, who was leaving when you got here?"
"I dunno, they were leaving. A couple guys in a white pickup, I think. I really wasn't paying attention."
Rick was gone. Rico hurriedly packed up. He went in the shed, and took his hoodie and shirt off, and peeled Chad off is chest and crotch. Then he flipped the black rubber over.
No. No. No. Thought Chad, as Rico tied his legs around his neck, and proceeded to tuck Chad's head into the seat of his sweat pants. A face of crotch was bad enough, but Rico's butt! NO!
Rico pulled his shirt and hoodie back on. He rubbed the fabric against his wet belly until he produced the desired effect. Then he locked up the shed, and retrieved his motorcycle jacket, which he put on. He was soon motorcycling away from the school, while Rick interviewed others about his wet suit.
"Yeah, wet suit for a prank, right?" giggled Rico to himself. He didn't know Rick was this kinky. Maybe? Nah. Rick wasn't really his type. Now if it was Chad. Rico got hard thinking about Chad. He would be hard again when he recognized the face on the rubber suit as having been molded to look like Chad's.
Naked Rico was dripping precum on his new suit as he examined the face and features closely. It did look like Chad, even the veins in the rubber cock looked right. Now wear was the opening. He he had heard of cat suits that didn't have zippers, you had to stretch the neck opening to put them on, but the only openings here were in the mouth, and butt. It was new, so no one had worn it. He didn't want to risk tearing Chad's face, so he decided to try to put it on through the ass. Oh, yeah, talc up first!
So as Chad watched, a ghostly version of Rico all covered with baby powder spread his thighs, Chad realized what Rico was going to try to do. Chad screamed, boy did he scream, too bad only he heard his silent, mental scream, as Rico forced himself up Chad's ass and into the arms, torso and head of the rubber suit Chad had become. Rico was sweating from his struggles as he walked over to the mirror to admire the skintight rubber suit he was wearing. He looked like a black rubber Chad statue. There were pin holes in the suit's black rubber eyes that allowed him to see out, and his nostrils seemed to line up perfectly with those in the suit. His nose was broader than Chad's but it fit perfectly. He wondered if he might look like Chad's twin after taking the suit off. Maybe it was reshaping him. He was sweating like a pig in the suit. He opened his bedroom window to help cool down a bit. Damn, even his cock seemed Chad sized. There's no way his six incher filled Chad's 11 inch cock sleeve, but it felt solid. Oh, yeah.