Enrique woke up with his nose buried in his new cum rag. It was surprisingly clean, but then it was new. In a week it would probably be as grody and crusty as his old cum rag. He compared Chad's stolen Speedo with his crusty old cum rag, which was Chad's missing lucky jockstrap.
Enrique jerked off his morning wood drenching Speedo Chad and Chad's lucky jockstrap. Then he sat up, looked at the clock, and cussed that he would be late for work.
Chad had thought he would never see lucky again. Now he was up close and personal with stinky, sticky, old strap, and he began to wonder if it really was lucky.
Enrique was a bit disappointed that his Speedo no longer bore an imprint of Chad's moniker on the pouch, but after 3 loads of cum, he really hadn't expected it. He wadded up both cum rags together and shoved them under his pillow.
Meanwhile, Johnny was looking for his Speedo. He hadn't thought about it until now. Chad was his Speedo now and he couldn't just walk away. He scoured the bathroom. Nowhere to be found.
"Check the hamper. The cleaning lady was here yesterday. Or maybe the laundry?" Chaz suggested. He had no idea that Johnny's lucky Speedo was in fact his kid bro Chad. He hadn't thought of Chad in ages, until now. He remembered Bounder had taken Chad's water polo Speedo, and buried it. He said, "I just remembered, Chad's dog Bounder had a habit of stealing Chad's jockstraps and Speedos. I know he found his water polo Speedo buried in the garden. He never did find his lucky Speedo."
"Bounder?"
Chad lay silently under Enrique's pillow entwined with his lucky jockstrap. He was effectively muted by all the cum he had absorbed. He thought at his jockstrap, "Well, lucky, if you ever were lucky, I need you to be the luckiest you ever been and get me out of this mess."
Enrique had left for his job. His abuela had come into his room. Looked at his messy bed, shook her head, and stripped the bedding from the mattress. Chad, his dirty jockstrap, and Enrique's dirty linens all ended up in the washing machine. An hour later, Chad felt like he had two too many rides on the tilt-a-whirl at the state fair. He was damp, pegged to a clothesline with a sheet hanging on one side, and his lucky jockstrap hanging on the other.
He was out of Enrique's room, waa the lucky jockstrap responsible or was it a coincidence? He would have to be precise and ask the jockstrap to make him human next time.