Chad spent the rest of his Saturday plastered to Dirk's body. How did the little dude manage to sweat so much, he wondered. Dirk heard that thought too. He answered, "My room has its own thermostat, I've got the heat set at 80, and I drink lots of Gatorade to stay hydrated, Chad.
"And I am not such a little dude compared to you now, am I? I swear you're shrinking, you're so tight, you must really like hugging my hot body."
Chad had tensed up, and that had made him fit tighter. The realization that he was fitting tighter, and that Dirk thought it was because Chad liked being Dirk's singlet stressed him even more, and he tightened up more. The constricting fabric had an unintended affect on Dirk's manhood. It started to grow stretching taut Chad even tighter. Dirk said something about Chad being hungry for more cum. Embarrassed and freaking, Chad shrank even tighter plastering himself so tightly to Dirk's body that to Dirk, it seemed like Chad was painted on.
Dirk finished his homework. Ate lunch, dinner and a snack. Then his night-time exercises, and went to bed early. He had three dates tomorrow.
It's only 8 pm, Chad thought in protest as Dirk covered him and his body with his sheet and three blankets. He hadn't turned the heat down either. Chad was sweltering. There was 32 Oz bottle of Gatorade next to Dirk's bed when he turned out the light. It would be empty by the time Dirk was asleep.
Chad commented, "you drank all that Gatorade at once, you're gonna have to get up to pee."
Dirk just thought happily at Chad, "I won't be getting up until 4:30 am, got a pool datw with Bruno. So it's a good thing you're superabsorbent, Chad." Then he dozed off.
Chad could only lie there in a state of desperate panic waiting for the next indignity that Dirk would thrust on him. He really hoped that Dirk wasn't a bedwetter.