Brent cycled over to the laundry to pickup his racing suit. His practice suits ended up in the laundry, but he drycleaned his racing suit. There was a cycling race on Sunday, so Brent had been riding all day as practice. He barely got to the cleaners before it closed. His practice suit was drenched with sweat.
Jimmy inhaled the musky athlete's scent as he chatted and handed Brent what appeared to be his singlet. Jimmy grinned he knew it was Chad enchanted, and if it went right, Brent would soon be his.
"You okay, Jimmy?" Brent asked.
"Yes, why?"
"You look kind of sweaty and nervous."
"Oh, long day. Hot working in cleaners, and closing time. Got to hurry home, cleanup for tonight. "
"Oh, got a hot date?"
"Maybe. Hope so? Maybe tomorrow if not tonight."
"Well, good luck, Jimmy. G'nite."
Brent left carrying thr plastic bag with the former star quarterback now reduced to a racing suit.
Chad was screaming, bit no human could hear him. Brent was oblivious as he cycled home with the hanger hooked in the back of his collar, with the plastic wrapped suit against his back.
That night Chad hung in Brent's closet. No date for Jimmy.
In the morning, the closet door opened. Sunlight streamed in. Brent had showered, and stood there naked for a moment before removing his suit from the hanger and bag, and stepping into it.
Chad hadn't known what to expect. He was grossed out by the thought of a naked guy who has crush on him wearing him. But the reality felt very different. Clothes may make the man, but a real man fills his clothes and gives them a reason for being. That was how Chad felt when Brent filled him. He felt confident, secure, happy, he was where he was supposed to be.
The sense of wellness, chadness flowed from the suit into Brent. He felt energized. He felt confident. He was going to win today. He popped a boner. He was suddenly so horny.