Chad shivered in his thin pink running costume as he pounded on the door. He could hear noises inside. It sounded like a party. He looked around. Greek letters over the door? Damn, he was a few blocks from the college at a frat house. What was Rick up to? He pounded again.
The door opened as the last bell tolled 7 pm. Bruno grinned at him. He was wearing a red Speedo with the Greek Letters emblazoned on the crotch. Chad felt weird, and weak. He had trouble focusing. He knew they were letters, but he couldn't remember what letters they were. His mouth felt like cotton. He tried to step into the frat house, but Bruno put his hand on Chad's sweat slick chest. He grinned malevolently as he looked Chad up and down. The filmy pink running shorts were soaked and plastered to Chad's body. He tried to cover his engorged cock and balls that looked like pink bas relief on the shorts. He turned sideways revealing his bubble butt with the shorts buried in his butt crack. He mumbled. His mouth was dry. The words were unintelligible. Why wouldn't Bruno let him in?
Bruno glanced at his watch and said to Chad, "You're late. The bell struck 7 before I opened the door, Cinderella."
Oh, crap, mouthed silent Chad. Chad felt his body shrinking. He was naked with his shorts around his ankles. His skin flushed hot pink all over. Bruno stretched his hand and caught the now hot pink Speedo as it fell. The soggy shorts, socks and shoes lay on the welcome mat.
Bruno closed the door, and headed back to where the party was going full swing. Chad swung furiously from his hand, he was a helpless triangle of pink fabric, and he was suddenly very very hungry.