In his eagerness, Byron forgot Bruno's instruction to Rick to thoroughly rinse the solution out of the Speedo before wearing it. He grinned at the helpless living triangle of fabric with the face of the high school's hottest stud emblazoned on its pouch literally begging to have Byron's cock buried deep inside him. It may have been his kid bro Rick's wish to see the hot studly quarterback humiliated by transforming him into a Speedo, but it had become Byron's wish too. Secretly, Byron had lusted after the blond hunk whenever he visited his best friend Rick. Byron didn't think it was fair to waste the muscled god on women. The guy was just too straight - well, he had been. Thanks to Bruno's dark arts, Chad was now begging for Byron to put him on.
So Byron did just that.
He pulled the dripping wet Speedo up his hairy legs, his manhood filled Chad's pouch, as his seat snapped into place around Byron's firm buns.
Chad was elated. The liquid formed a link or bond connecting Byron and Chad. Byron had been excited before he put Chad on. He was thrilled when he snapped the Speedo around his waist. But now he was blissful. He tossed his dirty undies on the washer. He pulled his pants on over his wet Speedo, and put his shoes on. He remembered to put the lid back on the jar, move the detergent in front of it. He couldn't wait to get to the gym. First a swim, then steam room, jacuzzi and sauna. He slammed the door as he exited.
Rick heard the door slam.
He looked out the window and saw Byron on his motorcycle driving off. He ran downstairs, raced to the laundry, moved the detergent and was relieved to see the Speedo still in its jar. He wondered briefly what Byron had been up to. Then he noticed the dirty underwear on top of the washing machine. Byron must've taken a clean pair of underwear out of the laundry basket. Rick just hoped it wasn't a pair of his undies.