Chad was averaging five wearers per day, but only about half the guys jerked off in him. Still they usually came multiple times. His first day he absorbed 8 loads, but he was averaging six a day. Initially, Chad savored the exotic flavor of Snake's thick cum, and was intoxicated with Dirk's three loads. The third guy was bland but filling.
Then he spent the long lonely night in the dirty Speedo bin. He wasn't sure if he slept or not. He had some weird dreams, delusions or hallucinations. It was a delirium induced by his hours without cum.
In thr morning, Ty flipped on the laundry room light. He yawned, scratched his crotch, opened the washer, and grabbed a handful of Speedos to toss in. The moment he touched Chad he was overwhelmed with horniness. He lay down on a couple laundry bags filled with towels, whipped his out his cock and began massaging it with the handful of Speedos. As he jerked off, all but one of the Speedos fell to the floor. Chad absorbed every last drop of Ty's morning load, and had the weird memory of Coach Sinclair popping in his head to say, "Remember breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
Without another thought Ty threw Chad in the washer, added the other Speedos and as instructed added two cups of sanitizer to the load.
The days as a sanitized Speedo became a blur. He should have been surprised that he had repeat wearers, but he wasn't. He just needed to be worn and to taste cum. That was his life now. The hands of his former wearers were drawn to Chad, sometimes pulling him from the bottom of the pile.
It was the second or third time that Snake wore him that coach praised Snake for his form doing the butterfly and backstroke. Snake had shrugged. He had never done either before, but somehow Chad's swim skills were transferred to the wearer - at least while being worn. Snake had accepted Dirk's invitation to come over for a swim, and he'd pretty much dog paddled or floated on an inflatable pool toy, when he wasn't wrestling on the grass next to the pool with Dirk, or working on their tans.
The weekend was hell for Chad. Just sitting folded on the shelf in a stack of sanitized Speedos waiting for Monday. Then the week repeated itself.
Chad set in the dirty laundry bin the second Friday evening being a Speedo. Thanks to being sanitized daily, and fed loads of cum, Chad no longer associated names with faces. He thought of guys in terms of crotches now. His view of other guys from securely wrapped around his wearer's waists was of other guys' crotches and bulges. He no longer thought of himself as Chad. I meant Speedo in his mind.
Sometime on Saturday afternoon, Coach Sinclair fished Chad out of the bin. It took him a few tries before he recognized his former quarterback in Speedo form. He sniffed Chad and grinned. The Speedo was still damp from the loads of cum deposited by horny teenager the day before. The coach felt the imperative to put Chad on and jerk off, but he wanted his star player horny and hungry later, so he tossed Chad into his gym bag. Chad would remain in the sour smelling gym bag with Coach Sinclair's dirty clothes for several hours.
The coach was wearing rubber dish gloves when he finally emptied his dirty clothing into sudsy water in his bathroom sink. Chad was immersed in the murky grey water. Coach roughly rubbed Chad against himself between his rubber gloved hands. Then he hung the Speedo and his other wet clothing on his clothesline.
Chad's ears hurt, as he watched the sunrise. It wasn't until a mosquito bit his mushroom tip, and Chad instinctively swatted at the bug. He moved. He was no longer just a Speedo. He felt grass beneath his feet. His ears were clothespinned to the clothesline in Coach Sinclair's backyard. He looked to his left and saw Sinclair's jockstrap. Then he looked to his right and saw the coach's athletic socks.
Chad's empty stomach rumbled. He needed to fill it. Instead of a hamburger or regular food, Chad was thinking of cock with cum filled balls.
Slowly like he was in a dream, he released his right ear from its clothespin, then he released his left ear. He stood there naked between the jockstrap and socks staring at the two clothespins in his hand.
Chad walked over to the coach's sliding glass door. It was closed and locked. He next tried the backdoor. It was locked too. He noticed the doorbell by the backdoor.