Once back over the fence, Dirk looked around. No one was at Chad's house, and no one was in his house. The trees and shrubs blocked the views from the street and other neighbors, so Dirk pulled out his new Speedo, and held it up to his face. He sniffed.
The Speedo smelled mostly of detergent, but Dirk thought he could make out Chad's scent even after being laundered. He knew what Chad smelled like because both he and Chad were on last years wrestling team. They were in the same weight class then, so Dirk spent a lot of time with his face under Chad's arms, in his crotch or between his legs while practicing.
Chad was startled when a hand plucked him off the clothesline, and shoved him in a dark pocket. He assumed it was Johnny. He was surprised to see he was in Dirk's yard and Dirk was holding him when he was pulled out of the pocket.
Before he could try to speak, Dirk dropped him on the grass and pulled down his shorts, and was putting Chad on. Once he was snug around Dirk's waist, Chad started to speak.
"Huh, duk, muh Chudh.m spuhdoh!" Chad shouted forgetting that his words were crotch stimulating. Dirk had been half hard when he pulled on the Speedo. He was now rock hard, Chad was tented, and effectively gagged.
"Whoa! This suit is alive or I have a vivid imagination! Oh, man I'm so horny!"