Danny was stuck doing extra laps, while his teammates showered. When Danny finally finished, he pulled himself out-of the pool, and started walking to the shower room, a strong hand gripped his bare shoulder.
"Wait up, Ramirez. You're a good player, but you gotta serious attitude problem. I don't care if your uncle coaches crosstown. Here aim your coach, and I expect you to follow my instructions. We have a good chance to win the water polo championship. But we won't win, unless you become a team player"
"Right, coach."
"Hey, I know you blame that blond quarterback from your uncle's school for costing us the football title, but he won cause he followed his coach's instructions. You didn't. Instead of going for the first down, like I said, you had to try to run 80 yards for a touchdown. And you got tackled, and lost possession of the ball. You pulled the same stunt in the final quarter too, and you wonder why we lost?"
Danny was tight lipped, as the coach lambasted him. Chad had freaked out, and was yakking madly about the unfairness of being turned into Danny's Speedo because Danny screwed up, and lost the championship to Chad's team. All Chad's shouting just served to make Danny hard. It started mostly because each of Chad's words caused the pouch to tighten, tug, expand or contract around Danny Ramirez's manhood, effectively jerking Danny off. As Danny's cock grew erect tenting Chad's pouch, Chad's protests intensified, and the pouch tightened and tugged even more furiously at Danny's boner.
Danny reflected sarcastically to himself, Poor Chad, methinks he protests too much. Even after Danny blew his load, and his cock grew flaccid, Chad continued to protest and complain. "How dare Danny blow his load into Chad's mouth! Was Danny gay? Not that there is anything wrong with being gay," Chad fearfully back pedaled. Danny's flaccid cock was growing stiff again.
"No, Chad, I'm not gay, just a normal horny teen. I like getting my rocks off. A gay guy likes getting filled with another guys cock, and then getting his rocks off and eating his cum. Sound like anybody you know, Chad?" Danny asked pointedly.
Chad exploded in a torrent of exasperated arguments which tugged, pulled and rubbed Danny's hardening cock furiously. SPLOOGE! Chad ranted, Yuck, I'm a sticky mess now! I don't care how tasty it is, this is disgusting.
Danny hooked onto the word "tasty", and asked, "So you think my cum is tasty, Gaywad?"
Chad spouted a new tirade defending his masculinity, straightness, and the unfairness of his situation.
Danny laughed, "You fucked over a thousand different girls with that big floppy dick you used to have? Maybe your punishment is karma for that. Maybe you have to endure a thousand cocks in you before your punishment as Speedo comes to an end. Only problem with that is I like having you as my Speedo, so much for having a thousand different dicks in you."
Chad was set off again by the reminder that he no longer had his penis. Danny moaned softly, and lay down to enjoy Chad's ministrations to Danny's cock and balls. By the time Chad responded to the comment that he would probably need to have a thousand dicks inside him if he ever wanted to be human again, Danny had blown another load.
"No worries, Chad, I don't plan to let any other dicks inside my Speedo. I may never take you off, cocksucker!" Danny got up, and headed to the shower. His Speedo was clean again, Chad absorbed all Danny's cum and sweat, but the rest of Danny's body was all sweaty from all the attention Chad was giving Danny's cock.
A less horny or less obstinate guy might have taken his living Speedo off after his dick was chafed red, but Danny just filled the pouch of his Speedo with medicated lotion. Chad should have been exhausted too, but apparently Speedos never sleep.