Chad licks his lips nervously as he watches the pool party orgy. Hot sweaty human bodies writhing together. Cum squirting. Yum, Chad thinks, yum, yum. If those guys only knew that their buddy Chad was Rico's Speedo. Ooh, they'd freak. Chad would never live it down. Every guy would want to wear him. Gawd, Bruno would never take him off, ever. Rico must've taken Chad off. He must've changed Chad back. Maybe there's a video of that? Chad's mind reels. He remembers being Rico's Speedo. Oh, man, it felt so good, so right. Damn, he had never noticed how perfectly proportioned Rico's cock, balls and butt were until now. The dude was fucking hot, but he looked hotter in the Water Polo Speedo. Wait, I am that water polo Speedo! No, not am, was. Uh, oh, yeah, so hot. His skin tastes so good. And the smells. Ooh, more cum, yum, yum. Chad oozed as he replayed the video.
He had been Rico's Speedo, he had absorbed tons of cum. But nobody know, right. But what if anyone else finds out? Only Rico knows Chad is his Speedo. Chad feels less uneasy and more horny. Horny? Fuck, he looks down. He has a raging boner oozing precum. There is a small puddle of cum on his bathroom floor.
Damn, he hadn't been this horny when he was alone before. A girl had always been with him. He was breathing hard, and totally forgot about his anger and disgust at having been worn by Rico. Chad dashed to his bed. He flopped backwards into it. Left hand clutching his swollen balls, and right hand hugging his hard velvet shaft. He was sweating with his eyes closed and back arched. He pumped like mad. He expected to explode immediately, but he just seemed to just always be on the verge. He pumped faster, squeezed harder. His bedsprings squeaked madly. He suddenly stopped fearing someone would come in to find out about the noise. Then he remembered that his parents were on their two week cruise, so he was alone in the house. Relieved, he renews his masturbatory efforts with new vigor.
"Come on, cum already!" Chad growled.
He really needed to cum.