Chad seemed to fall forever. He blinked. His body was getting lighter and shrinking. He landed with a flop in an open gym bag. He was conscious, but unable to move. He remembered Rico coming to the door. Then he had some really weird dreams. Maybe he was still dreaming.
A hand reached into the bag and grabbed Chad. He gasped.
Dirk glared at his singlet. The fabric was wrong. It felt like supple leather instead of the usual spandex. He then heard Chad's gasp.
"Damn, Rico," Dirk cursed under his breath. Then he added, "at least it's the right color and style. Now to check on the fit."
It took Chad a moment to realize Dirk was naked, and preparing to step inside him.
"Hey, wait. Dirk, what are you do-aaaargh!"
"Great. It's conscious," muttered Dirk. Then he thought firmly at Chad, "You are dreaming, Chad. None of this is real. If you don't like this dream, go back to sleep. When you wake up, everything will be normal."
"Yuh, gutta but a dwum," mumbled Chad with his mouth filled Dirk's manhood.
"Yeah, only a dream," whispered Dirk biting his lip and thinking of football stats as his cock began to stiffen due to Chad's moving lips.
"Yuh, yus uh dwum. Unluh uh dwum."
"Stop talking, Chad!" Dirk glared at his tented blue leather singlet. He couldn't go out and wrestle with an erection. Well, only one think to do. He grabbed his cock through the fabric of his singlet.
Chad gagged himself wide awake, "Gaaah! Duh uh nuh muh!"
A few minutes of furious pumping, and Dirk exploded. Hot cum spread a huge wet stain across the front of his blue faux leather singlet. Dirk's manhood shrank.
"Yuuuhk, muh muth suh full uf yum -aaaaaaah!" yawned Chad.
"Hey, Dirk, what is keeping you? Do you want to forfeit?"
"Sorry coach, I'll be right out!" Dirk shouted.
He grinned as he looked down at the spot rapidly shrinking on the crotch of his singlet. At least Chad was silent. He would have to deal with Rico and Chad later, now he had a wrestling match to win.