"Hey, Rico, how's it going?" said Bruno as he entered Chad's back gate. He was wearing an A-shirt and his customary Speedo. He peeled off the A-shirt as soon as the gate closed behind him.
"Bruno? I was just going to take Max walkies. You wanna - "
"You go ahead, I'll just use the pool until you get back, and work on my tan," laughed Bruno spreading out horizontal on Chad's chaise lounge next to his pool.
"Well, you're too late to help with the car wash, but I expect you to help me wash the dog, when we get back."
"Yeah, sure."
Bruno lay there for about 10 minutes basking in the sun. Chad blew in the wind, as he hung on the line.
He stretched and stood up. He walked toward the pool, then he noticed the Speedo on the line.
"Huh?" Bruno walked over to the Speedo. He stared at the pouch, it looked like it was made in the shape of a face. Chad's face.
"Cool! I'm sure Chad won't mind me, if I try it on."
"Nuh," gasped Chad as the clothespins were released, and Bruno shook him out.
Bruno stepped out of his own Speedo, and put his ankle through one of Chad's leg holes, and then the other, and he pulled him up.
His eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped as Chad spoke, his crotch was stretched, tugged and squished, and Bruno's cock was rock hard.
"Hulp jmuh, boo nuh!" pleaded Chad.
Bruno ran and dove into the pool. He swam hard and fast freestyle, splashing water all over the deck. He swam lap after lap, after lap. He was still swimming when Max and Rico returned.
"Yo, Bruno!" shouted Rico.
Bruno stopped swimming and practically jumped out of the pool. He ran dripping wet over to Max and Rico. In few minutes, Bruno was in the washtub with Max and lots of soap and water, as Rico scrubbed Bruno and Max with Bruno's real Speedo, while Chad glub-glubbed under the sudsy water around Bruno's waist.