The wind started to blow gently. The Speedo billowed in the breeze in the shape of Chad's face.
Max and Rico were off at the park, so they missed the show of Chad's face appearing then disappearing as the wind gusts caused the Speedo to billow then collapse and sag on the line.
Suddenly, Chad heard the gate open. Then a voice shouted, "Yo, Chad? You back here? It's Rod. You invited me to go for a swim with you."
He scanned the backyard. There was nobody around. The pool looked inviting. He was wearing his board shorts, and he was invited.
He noticed the Speedo on the clothesline hanging limply.
"Bruno always says the only proper way to swim is in a Speedo," Rod remarked. He walked over to the Speedo. A gust of wind came up making the Speedo billow. Rod saw Chad's face embossed on the Speedo pouch as air filled it.
"Chad?" Rod said reaching for the tiny garment.
"Rod" mouthed the Speedo, any other words were lost when Rod's meaty fist closed on the Speedo, and yanked it off the clothesline. Chad was alarmed because when he said Rod's name he thought Rod would rescue him, but then Rod popped a boner just before he grabbed Chad.
"Well, I did come over here to go swimming with Chad, so I might as well," Rod said shucking his board shorts. Then he spread Chad's elastic opening wide and as he stepped into the leg holes, Rod added, "Looks kinda small, but I bet it'll stretch like that jockstrap I found by Chad's locker did."
Chad gagged as he was filled with Rod's beefy body. He was at least twice as big Johnny Sako was; and Chad had felt he was a tight fit on Johnny.