Chad arrived at Rick's three hours before their flight. Rick met him at the door with a glare when he saw the suitcase in Chad's hand.
Chad didn't notice the glare as he was fixated on Rick's semi transparent white muslin pants. He could see Rick's untethered tackle hanging free beneath the loose fabric. Bare foot and shirtless, Rick must've been dressing when Chad rang the doorbell.
Chad cringed as he thought about Rick going commando. Why where underwear when you're going to be wearing Chad, thought Chad unhappily. He had hoped to talk with Rick before being transformed. He was already having misgivings.
"What's that?" Rick asked.
Chad followed Rick's glare to the object in his right hand. He replied, "My suitcase?"
"Why? Do you know the airline charges $50 per case."
"I need something to wear while we're in Mexico. And it's a carryon," Chad said already regretting his decision to go with Rick.
"I have a carryon, and they only allow one on international flights. But I can probably fit your stuff in my suitcase. At least what you'll need."
Chad opened his mouth, but the touch of Rick's hand on his head was enough to transform him. His clothing slid off his body and into a heap at Rick's feet. Rick had grabbed a fistful of hair, but now was holding a Speedo with his lucky string.
Rick pulled off his trousers and hung them on the doorknob while he put Chad on.
"I love the feel of a warm Speedo on my buns and balls," Rick said drawing his lucky string tight and tying it.
He walked to the kitchen wearing only his Speedo. He got an unused plastic trash bag from one of the cupboards. Opened Chad's suitcase, and emptied into the trash bag. Next he scooped up the shoes and clothing Chad had worn over, and dumped them in the bag. On the floor remained Chad's watch and school ring. Rick wasn't wearing a watch, so he put Chad's on. The ring was too big for Rick's finger, so he undid his necklace and hung the ring from the beaded necklace and put it back on.
He checked his phone. Ordered Uber Eats, cracked a beer and sat down I'm front of his big screen to watch porn, and jerk off.
Chad was alarmed. Rick promised to give him back his string/cock when they got to their Mexican hotel, but Rick wasn't getting ready for the flight.
"Oh, didn't I tell you, Chad. The airline texted the flight has been delayed until tomorrow," Rick said as he increased the vigor of his self masturbation. Chad gagged and absorbed his load at the same time the cheerleader o. The big screen moaned as the rubber clad "Quarterback " came and moaned in her.
The doorbell rang.
"Perfect timing," mumbled Rick as he rose to answer the door.
Apparently, Rick ordered something extra with his food. The driver gave Rick head through his Speedo, and collected a hefty tip.
Chad ate several more loads, and passed out.
When he woke up, Rick was at the airport being patted down by TSA officer. They were on their way to Mexico.
The liquor flowed freely at the first class lounge and on the plane. By the time Rick checked in, and staggered into his room carrying the complimentary welcome Margarita, he was three sheets to the wind. He tipped the bellman. Opened his bag. Pulled the trash bag containing Chad's stuff out of the suitcase, and dropped it in the wicker wastebasket. He stumbled over to the bed, and managed to strip down to his Speedo. He dozed for a bit.
When he woke, he remembered, and removed his lucky drawstring. Then he took off the necklace, and threaded it beads and all through the Speedo he was still wearing. Then he put Chad's school ring on the cord, and tied it in place with a double knot. Then he started jerking off one more time. Then one more one more time, and then another. Wearing guys made him super horny. Even when drunk.
Chad yelled at snoring Rick to take him off, He screamed, "you forgot to remove the beads. If I change back what will happen to my cock? Rick blew another load in his sleep, cum drunk Chad soon passed out himself.