Chad lay naked in a heap in the corner of the hotel room moaning. His head throbbed with the mother of all hangovers. He rubbed his head struggling to remember. Todd had worn him all week. He shuddered, drinking Todd's loads were bad enough, but he had hooked up with a guy frat partying on the beach. He lost count of the loads that spurted on him during the "Buttake Speedo Contest". Todd had lined up with 5 other Speedo clad guys and then dozens of guys ejaculated on them until their suits were drenched with cum. Todd lost because his suit was least drenched due to Chad absorbing so much.
"Oh, my head!" Chad moaned.
"Hear, Chad, drink this," Bruno said handing Chad a plastic cup of clear liquid.
"Thanks, Bruno," Chad said as he downed the drink.
"So how did you enjoy Spring Break. I can understand you avoiding us all week, but I hope you had fun. It's time to uh, get suited up for the return trip."
"Oh. No. I spent this last week being worn by Todd 24/7, and you're not turning me back into a Speedo, Bruno," Chad said emphatically waving the now empty plastic cup.
"Ooh, then you probably shouldn't have drunk that," Bruno said pointing at the empty cup. Then he added, "Todd really wore you all week? That bastard. Rico and I thought you were out sulking."
"Wha-at? Not again, don't let Todd wear me."
"No, worries, Chad. None of us will be wearing you for the ride home. You know that hot quarterback from Hamilton High, crosstown from us, Mike Mannheim? Well, I hooked up with him down here. And to guarantee we reconnect back home, which agreed to swap Speedos. I'll wear his, and he will wear you. You just keep your mouth shut, and he'll never know it's you. And Todd will end up with my real Speedo thinking that it's you. Todd already knows I'm going to be wearing Mannheim's suit, so he did rock paper scissors with Rod and Rick, and thinks he won you," Bruno snickered.
Chad opened his mouth. His jaw sagged.
Floor.
A brand new Speedo lay where Chad had lain. Bruno dropped his towel, and put Chad on. Immediately, Bruno heard Chad's mental tirade.
Bruno laughed, and then cautioned Chad,"You better get that out of your system now. Otherwise Mannheim will find out, and he might not want to give you back in 5 days."
"Three days! WTF, Bruno! It only takes one and a half days to drive home!"
"Yeah, but we both got school. So we agreed to hookup Friday. But hey, if he does take you off, you'll turn back into your human self and can sneak out of his house. I'm hoping that's what happens, because then he'll be super apologetic about losing my suit. Apology sex is usually great. But honestly, even though he sports boardshorts, and I loathe them, I plan to wear them all week. So he will problem do the same with you."
Chad ranted. Bruno ignored him, as he jogged up the boardwalk to the high rise where Mannheim was staying. When Bruno was eye to eye with Mike, Chad was eye to eye with Mike's crotch.
"Gawd, this guy is hung like an elephant!"
Bruno thought back at Chad is a lascivious tone, "Yeah, isn't he? You should see him hard, oh wait, you probably will. Well, at least feel him hard inside you."
"Bruno! No, you bastard, you cannot do this!"
"Can, will, am. Now shut it Chad, Mike and I are going to touch, and you don't want him to hear, do you?" He thought, then he said aloud, "Hey, Mike, ready to swap suits?"
"Brunz, hope it looks half as good on me as it does on you," Mike replied, "now let's get sticky..."
Bruno started to pull Chad down on his right side. Mike grabbed Bruno, slipped a hand inside the seat of Bruno's Speedo, and lifted him into the rented condo, closing the door behind them with his barefoot.
In a few minutes, the two were in a king size bed with Chad around Bruno's ankles, and Mike's board shorts down to his knees. Chad did his best not to think a sound as he stared up at Monster Mike's growing manhood. Chad recalled the locker room talk that Monster Mike Mannheim's moniker referred to his manhood not his prowess on the field. It had been a joke then. It was absolutely terrifying now. Mike wore a size 34 at least, and Chad was pretty sure he was still a size 28. Damn, the waist and big butt were going to stretch him badly enough without considering those huge cock and balls. He almost blurted something out as Mike's foot connected with him.
"Oh, yeah, Bruno's fucking hot," thought Mike. Bruno was obviously listening too, but he was suppressing his thoughts too. No reason to let Mike know that the Speedo allowed people to connect psychically.
Chad was in agony. After taking turns fucking each other, Mike had pulled Chad up around his waist, and Bruno was fussing with the oversize boardshorts' drawstring to keep it from falling off.
"See you, Friday, Mike," said Bruno kissing Mike good bye.
Mike sighed after closing the door. He adjusted his tight crotch.
"I could get used to wearing a Speedo. Wish Brunz coulda stayed longer. I'm horny just thinking about that swim fag," Chad heard Mike say, or maybe he just thought it.
A minute later, Mike was back in bed sniffing Bruno's pillow and jerking off. Mike chuckled as he watched the cum stain vanish from Bruno's Speedo. "Brunz did say it was superabsorbent material. Wonder if I can wear it all week?"
Chad resisted squirming or speaking. How could he manage all week without revealing himself to Mike?