The sorter attended Chad's school, but he didn't hear any of Chad's plea. As far as he was concerned Chad was just another Speedo. He sorted and stacked Chad in a pile of clean Speedos of the same size. Chad hot moved around bit. It wasn't until the Speedo stacked on top of him was pulled away that he realized he was in a strange gym. A powerful hand grabbed him, and complained, "Coach McGurk, I don't know why we can't wear our own swimsuits, and have to share Speedos."
"Standish, football season is over. Your team lost. You're now just a regular student, so you have to wear the regulation swimsuit that the school supplies its students. Now suit up and hit the pool! Be sure to shower first!" McGurk said, muttering after, "Stenchish really does stunk. He needs a shower."
Chad blurted out his pleas, as naked Standish stepped into him, but Standish remained oblivious to the living Speedo he now wore.
For the next hour, Chad fought the elation he felt at being wrapped around his rival quarterback's crotch and ass. He had spent hours or days being piled with wet Speedos, washed, dried, sorted and stacked. He had felt so empty, alone, and bored. But now he was being worn by a muscular jock. He felt he had purpose. He could hear Ryan Standish's thoughts and experience his feelings.
Ryan stopped in front of a full length mirror to admire his body in the mirror. He lucked out today. Most borrowed Speedos fit oddly. Too tight in one place, too loose in another. This Speedo was different. It fit right in all the right places. It really showed off his assets. It definitely hugged his buns, and accentuated his bulge. It was a keeper.
Chad felt pleased that Standish felt he was doing a good job being his Speedo that he wanted to keep him.
After McGurk put Ryan Standish and the other non water polo players through grueling laps, while he spent most of his time with the water polo team.
Chad was stretched and sore all over, so was Standish. The swim class was his last class of the day, so he lounged in the sauna after the other guys left. Then he started to jerk off.
The moment Ryan Standish's cum touched Chad's Spandex body, it was electric. The barrier between wearer's and Speedo's minds collapsed. All Chad's thoughts were exposed.
Ryan stopped jerking off, and sat up with a start. He stared at the wet stain evaporating from his crotch, and rapidly peeled off his suit. He stood on the bench holding the Speedo out in front of him, and stared at the pouch now embossed with Chad's face on the pouch. Its lips moved in time with the words forming in his head.
Chad stared at the muscular blond youth's naked body. He was jealous of Ryan for his body, Chad used to have a hot body like that. Still Ryan could do with a bigger chest. His gaze focused on the half flaccid cock which was already stiffening.
"Oh, Chad, this is my lucky day!" Ryan exclaimed as he put Chad back on, lay down, and started to pump out another load.
Ryan shielded his thoughts from Chad, as he pored through all of Chad's football and workout memories. Then he came across Chad's sexual exploits, and jerked off three more loads as if watching porn.
At last Ryan's cock went limp, Chad was dry without a stain, and Ryan got up, and exited the sauna. Standish walked passed the shower room, the toilets and lockers to go to the weight room. He started on Chad's pec building workout routine.
About halfway through his exercise circuit, Coach McGurk showed up.
"Standish, why are you wearing that Speedo in the weight room?"
"Well, the water polo players wear their suits in here, so why can't I?"
"You're not on the water polo team !" McGurk responded.
At the first mention of water polo, Chad's memories of being a water polo star flooded Ryan's mind.
"About that, Coach, got any openings on the water polo team?"