"Oh, f*ck yeah!" Chad exclaimed. He felt the liquid moving inside him.
Then everything vanished. He was in the dark. He was immobile. He was empty fabric. Rico? He wondered. He didn't feel like he was a Speedo again.
Light exploded overhead. A male shape was silhouetted in the opening above. Chad recognized the bank of lockers beyond the shadowy figure. It dawned on him that he was inside a gym bag looking out.
"Dirk, you're not going commando again? I swear you're not that good a wrestler, you only win because guys freak when you shove your junk into them."
"Hey, Park, I don't care what you think. All that matters is that I win," Dirk said pulling out his singlet.
Chad's confused expression stares at Dirk from the singlet's pouch. Chad is conscious. Dirk thinks, Rico's to blame, can't be helped now, I will just wear him like usual. Worry about what to do with Chad later. Now just win the match.
Dirk puts Chad on. Chad tries desperately to communicate with Dirk, but Dirk tunes him out. Dang, Dirk notices his boner, all Chad's talking has been making the singlet tug at his junk. Dang, he can't wrestle with a boner, can he? His opponent from the Christian Academy will probably freak. Well, a win is a win.
Three matches later, Dirk is back in the locker room. Park said, "Dirk, your match with that church school kid was nasty. I coulda sworn you blew your load when you were on top of him. But when you stood there wasn'ta stain or wet spot on your singlet."
Dirk was silent. But he thought, I did blow my load, it's just my Singlet is superabsorbent. Poor Chad, Dirk's load of cum quickly silenced Chad. The next two matches were without incident.
"You okay, Dirk? Aren't you going to shower?"
"Huh? Oh, Park. Just a little sore is all. Think a little time in the sauna might help. Shower later."
"But don't you have class?"
"Study hall next period, then lunch," Dirk answered, as he stowed his headgear, socks and shoes in his locker. Then wearing only his singlet, Dirk headed to the sauna. Dirk could hear Chad's signs, moans and yawns as he started to wake up. Dirk furrowed his brow. He'd have to wear Chad all day, he decided. Then he would have to saturate the singlet with cum. Where would he get enough cum? With enough cum, Chad would be so blotto that when he comes to again, he will think it was all a weird dream.
In the sauna, Dirk yanks out another load sending Chad back to dreamland. During his study hour, Dirk manages to yank off 4 more loads. Apparently, wearing horny stud Chad increases the wearer's sexual prowess and desire. As his fifth load vanishes from his Speedo, Dirk exits the sauna. He sprays himself heavily with body spray dresses, and heads to lunch.
Damn, Rico is right. It does feel really good to wear Chad. He's not just a singlet or even a second skin, he's so much more. But he cannot wear Chad forever, and he cannot produce enough cum himself to make Chad believe that this was all a dream. Dirk doesn't want anyone else to know. Rico knows. After he ears, Dirk will talk to Rico.
In his English class, Park is surprised that the desk in front of him is empty. The big blind jock Chad is missing. He must be sick. But Chad's never sick. Dirk was acting weird today.