"Hey, Mike, must've had a guy over. There's no way this tiny Speedo could stretch over Mike's big ass," snickered Bruno, as he sniffed the twisted Speedo. It smelled of maleness and sex. He untwisted it, as he sniffed it like a fine cigar sliding back and forth under his nose.
"Damn, it's a team Speedo, who wears a size 22?" said Bruno with glee he added, "I guess, I do now." He peeled off his own size 28 Speedo, and ripped the tag out. It looked like a team Speedo, but it seemed to be embossed with Chad's face. Gawd, Bruno just had to have a Speedo with Chad's face on it. Chad would absolutely die when Bruno jacked off into it. Bruno wrapped a towel tightly around his waist, he pulled on the Speedo formerly known as Chad, leaving his twisted one in its place, and started skimming the pool.
As Bruno moved the skimmer pole up and down, back and forth with one hand, his other hand massaged the towel, and the Speedo beneath it. He blew his load into Chad's face without ever seeing Chad shrieking pleading expressions. Chad was sullen. He'd been jerked off in by three different guys. He had to admit that he preferred the slightly gamy taste of Bruno's to Mike's watery blandness and Josh's heavy salty cum. Bruno might be able to help him, if he'd just find a way to communicate.
"Oh, Bruno, forgot you were coming today," said Mike as he collected his new Speedo. It was still wet. He frowned. Mike was still naked. Bruno averted his eyes, partly to keep from giggling. Mike headed back into the house, and threw the wet twisted Speedo in the dryer. By the time the dryer pinged, and Mike extracted the piping hot Spandex suit from the dryer, Bruno was just finishing up.
R-r-r-r-r-i-i-i-p-p-p! Mike screamed as the suit tore to shreds when he pulled it on.
"What did you do to my new suit?" Mike roared charging out the house wearing the remnants of Bruno's Speedo.
"N-n-othing!" stammered Bruno, "What did you do to it?"
"I just took it out of the dryer!"
"The dryer? But you never put Spandex in the dryer! It has to drip dry, or you destroy the elasticity," Bruno said immediately.
Mike looked horrified. His perfect suit was destroyed. He had destroyed it himself by not realizing it wasn't dryer safe. He had a photo of the chipmunk faced logo, maybe he could find one online. He dashed back into the house.
"You can pay me later!" shouted Bruno. He pulled his sweatpants on over his new prize, and headed out the gate.