Dirk stood behind a fence post watching Bruno's retreating figure, as he followed Rick away from Dirk's house. Bruno looked over his shoulder mouthed the word, "Later" and made a motion with his hand indicating he wanted to talk on the phone. Dirk's boner hidden behind the fence post started leaking. He sighed happily as he picked up the bag of grass clippings, held it strategically in front of him, and retreated into the backyard.
"Yeah, Chad, making you my singlet is the best decision I ever made. You're a helluva better wingman when I wear you than any guy could be with me. Cannot wait to bury my dick in that Bruno's bubble bun. He was just begging for it. Completely forgot he was looking for you, and started salivating over my Chad clad body. Damn, and I got at least two dates with girls, and maybe two more. Dang, I'm horny. I just- ne-ed-to -work off- a -a -a..." He was almost to the trashcan when he started humping the soft bag of lawn clippings. He moaned, and Chad was drenched. Dirk giggled, and whispered half-to-himself and half-to-Chad, "Yeah, I now get how a dog feels when it marks its property. Blowing my load in you is way better than fucking your ass, and all you can do is absorb it, hug my body, and make me look hot."
Chad was too busy drinking- absorbing to respond. He knew he shouldn't but damn it was intoxicating. He zoned out.
When Chad sobered up, Dirk was wearing blue jeans and an open short sleeve button down shirt over his singlet. Chad had to concentrate to move his eyes up to Dirk's midrift, so that he could see where Dirk was headed. He was riding an electric scooter to Main Street Park to meet up, they'd eat at the diner on the park, and then lose themselves in the trees beyond the diner. Damn, Chad should be plowing all that pussy, not Dirk. He shouldn't be Dirk's singlet. Everything in the world was wrong.
Dirk was really enjoying himself, and Chad felt it was all at his expense.
Bruno's date was different than either Dirk or Chad expected. Bruno was very romantic. Private pool party followed by candlelit dinner by pool. Bruno insisted on Dirk being naked, so Chad hung from a hook in the pool house. Dirk wore only a terrycloth spa robe that was a twin to the one Bruno wore. Bruno kissed Dirk repeatedly before retreating into the pool house to get the champagne.
He peeked over his shoulder, as he ducked into the pool house. Once he was sure Dirk was lounging comfortably where Bruno left him, he raced over to the singlet hanging next to his Speedo. He opened the nearby hamper, and pulled out an identical Speedo. He lifted Chad off the hook, and carefully positioned the new singlet on the hook in its place.
"Chad, I hope you appreciate what I'm doing for you," hissed Bruno, "I never bottom normally, but it was the only way to get Dirk here with you off him. Talk about taking one for the team. Well, the champagne should help."
He tossed Chad in the hamper, and put a couple towels on top of the singlet to hide it. Chad was in the dark. He heard the minifridge open, and close. Chad was confused, but for the first time since he had been changed into Dirk's singlet he had hope. How had Bruno figured it out? Damn, talk about taking one for the team, yikes, he didn't think he would have done that for Bruno. Damn, Bruno was a good friend.