"Oh, yes, at las-" Chad exclaimed, as he experienced orgasm. Then he became totally silent.
Chad turned blue, and collapsed into a Speedo instead of cumming.
Chad stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't move. Oh, no, he was a Speedo again, but he was conscious this time. Why did he feel so empty? He need a warm body inside him so badly. He hadn't remembered being worn by Dirk, or Rico. But now that he was inanimate again. His body or his fabric seemed to remember Rico's warm bubble butt, coarse kinky pubic hairs, his thick uncut cock and balls, his garlicky taste, and he also remembered Dirk's smaller cut cock, silky soft pubes, muscular butt, and his clean sweet scent.
The silence was eerie. He noticed that he couldn't hear his own heart beating or his own breathing. Was he dead? No. He was a Speedo like in the video.
He lay there for hours. Time seemed to drag on. He tried to sleep, but he couldn't even do that.
Suddenly, heard a noise. Someone was in the house.