Chad's hell lasted two weeks. He was worn one period, washed the next, worn again, washed and worn again and again. At the end of the day, he had swallowed a minimum of 4 loads of cum, but the average was around 7 loads per day. Chad's water polo calendar pic quickly became the go to jerk off image for most of the male students. It didn't matter whether they were gay or straight, after wearing that Speedo or being in the pool with someone wearing that Speedo, most guys were getting off thinking about fucking Chad silly. Chad would be in their nightly collective wet dreams, and from his dirty Speedo bin or stacked in the clean Speedo pile for the next day, Chad would experience their dreams.
He had been looking forward to the weekend, when no one would wear him. He soon discovered he was wrong. The Municipal Pool was closed for repairs, so Chad's high school pool was designated as the temporary Municipal Pool, and they required all pool goers to wear the school issued Speedos. So Chad was horrified to find he was being worn by one of his crosstown rivals.
Skeeter Thompson was learning how to swim. He was 18, and a junior at Lewis & Clark High. He had captained the varsity team to the playoffs, but lost to Chad's team. Skeeter really admired Chad to the point of a man crush. He had decided to learn to swim so he could join his school's water polo team like Chad had. Now as he changed in the locker room where Chad changed for sports, he pulled on a Speedo that Chad might have worn. Of course, the Speedo was Chad.
Skeeter was imagining himself as Chad. He climbed into the pool, and started swimming as if he had been swimming for years. The instructor said Skeeter was a natural born swimmer. He suddenly knew all about water polo, baseball, and more about football than he already knew. It was amazing. Skeeter didn't know why or how it was possible. The only thing different was the swimsuit. . He couldn't turn it in. After 5 hours in the pool, Skeeter walked over to the sauna, he knew that the football players jerked off. He kind of remembered Rick and Rod jerking off while he or Chad did likewise. Soon he had blown a load in his borrowed Speedo. He showered, peeled off the Speedo, dried it with his towel then dressed with the damp Speedo under his clothes. The bell sounded, the pool was closing. So Skeeter joined the mob leaving the locker room, he tossed his borrowed towel in the bin, and pretended to drop something in the Speedo bin.
He caught the bus for home. He felt super confident, and flirted with a girl on the bus. He even scored a date with her for next week.
Chad wasn't thrilled to be stolen, but it was less maddening to have one wearer than scores of wearers. Besides without Coach's sanitizing treatments maybe Chad would be able to communicate or even become human.