Chad woke with a start. He was in the locker room. The place was swarming with half naked jocks. It must be Tuesday, he'd slept all weekend? It took him a few minutes to realize that he was looking at his classmates from crotch height still. Was he getting used to being a jockstrap? It felt like he was back in his own body.
Then he heard his own voice speaking, "Hey, Tiger, you looked good out on the field today!" There was the sound of flesh slapping, and the bubble butt inches from Chad's face spun and Todd's flaccid sticky cock slapped Chad's face.
"Sorry, Chad, uh. Thanks. I, uh, hope you don't mind me dating Megan. Uh-"
"Nah, just remember you're not the only one, Meg is one super horny slut," Chad heard his voice say, "Anyway, Rick told me about your fantasy."
"What? Uh," Todd wracked his brains to think of what fantasy. Chad saw all sorts of Todd's fantasies involving Rick, Chad, Megan, Allie, Ali, Bruno and others. Todd's glans was still pressed against Chad's face. Chad suppressed interacting.
"Happy birthday, Todd," Chad whispered in a sexy voice, then planted a French kiss on Todd's lips, and in his mouth.
"Whoa, Chad!" Todd gasped.
Chad looked up. He could see smooth muscled abs. He was still being worn! Why did it feel like he was back in his own body? He must be dreaming.
Then Chad's perspective shifted. His wearer was kneeling. The pouch was staring into Todd's knees. Chad looked up to see his own face, open mouthed, looking down at him as his mouth swallowed Todd's rising Tiger.
"Oh, Chad, best bu- uh, irthday gift ev-aaaah!"
"That's just the warm up, Tiger," Chad heard his voice say.
"But I havent cum yet," whined Todd
Then his wearer spun around, and pulled the seat of the speedo down, and spread his butt cheeks.