Chad was relieved to be out of the dryer fluttering in the wind on the clothesline behind his house. The clothes pins pinched his shoulders as they held him on the line next to the other carwash rags.
Rico had taken Max to the park for exercise, but he'd be back to wash Max. Chad would probably be used to scrub Max too. He shuddered or maybe the breeze became a gust?
The sun and wind dried the Speedo on the line. Chad enjoyed hanging there baking in the sun. He forgot for a bit that he wasn't a human being basking in the sun, but a bit of helpless cloth that had been used to wrap up a man's manhood and ass, a cum rag, and a cleaning rag.
Chad woke as Rico returned. Rico was lecturing Max. "Max, Max, what have you been eating, boy? You got diarrhea all over yourself. We need to get you into your bath before it bakes into your matted fur on this hot day."
Oh great, thought Chad. He didn't realize that wind filling him was revealing his face on the Speedo pouch. Chad was rolling his eyes when Rico reached for a rag. He saw Chad's image on the pouch and paused. Chad saw Rico and suddenly felt so empty. Rico had a bulge and ass that could fill his emptiness. His image mouthed "put me on."
Rico blinked and shook his head and laughed. He pulled the Speedo and the other rags off the line. Rico set the rags on a small glass table next to the metal bath tub. He added soap, flea powder and filled the tub halfway with cold water from the hose. Then he got a bucket of hot water from the utility sink in the garage. He could see Max dragging his butt across the strip of grass next to the pool. Rico peeled off his shirt, and shorts. He knew he'd get soaked washing the dog.
Rico picked out the blue bit fabric that used to be his school's MVP football star. Rico stretched out the underwear and could see the embossed face on the pouch. Kinky, Rico thought, how many times had Chad worn the Speedo over his head to emboss his face into the fabric?