Blaine's initial revulsion and terror passed. He decided he was
probably hallucinating. That chemical muck that he washed off must've
been like toad venom or magic mushrooms. He was amazed at how
realistic the sensations were. He had never had a cock in his mouth
before, nor buried his nose in another guy's crotch - well except in
wrestling and then only the nose part, but even then it had never been
this long.
"Looking good, Robbie!" shouted Coach Briggs as the gymnast held the
Iron Cross pose on the rings. "These new spandex suits really cling to
you guys. Every muscle movement is clearly defined." He sounded proud
of his choice.
Robbie was just glad that the suit had a liner panel in the crotch.
He was embarrassed at how the spandex hugged his butt cheeks like he
wasn't wearing anything. From Blaine's perspective the liner panel
was his flattened tongue.
Blaine felt the sweat trickle down Robbie's skin and he absorbed it.
The hot salty sweat wicking through his fabric body felt terribly
stimulating. It was like hundreds of tiny hands massaging him.
The practice session went on and on. Coach Briggs kept riding Robbie,
"Yeah, that was pretty good, but see if you can hold it for a few
minutes longer. No, no, no not like that, spread your legs wider.
Wider! That's it! No, no, you have to hold those arms straighter.
Think of them as T-squares," he ranted and raged.
Robbie must have lost 10 lbs to sweat and Blaine felt drunk from
imbibing it all. The routines had to end soon, then Robbie would put
him back in the locker and Blaine would be back in that abandoned
locker room and this weird hallucination would be over. He wondered
what Malcolm was doing now. Was he hallucinating too or trying to get
help for Blaine.
There was a pinging noise from Robbie's gym bag. He dismounted from
the parallel bars hurriedly.
"What it's almost 8PM?" Robbie said in alarm.
"Yeah, you've had quite a good work out."
"But I've got to be home by 8:30 for a phone call."
"Well, then you better get going."
"Right, see you tomorrow coach."
Robbie grabbed his bag, and put on his digital watch resetting the
alarm. He dashed into the locker room reached for his locker, then
looked at his watch.
"No time to change, guess I'll just have to wear this home."
Blaine cursed to himself, he was going to be stuck as a gymnast's
outfit for at least one more day. He had no idea that it wouldn't be
until the end of the season that he would see the inside of that
locker again.
Robbie undid his chain combo lock, and hopped on his bike and started
peddling like mad. The burst of movement and renewed flow of sweat had
an interesting affect on Blaine. He rode up Robbie's ass wedging
himself deeply in the butt crack as he wedged there, he also tightened
Robbie's crotch area. The spandex tugged at Robbie's cock and balls
with each peddle movement, and by the end of the first block, Robbie
was rock hard. The taste of precum sent Blaine's mind reeling. He had
to have more and did his limited best to milk his wearer.
It was so intense, and Robbie was so embarrassed that he pedaled
faster and faster. Robbie got home at 8:26PM. He cursed that he
didn't have time to shower. He grabbed the corded phone and put it on
his bed, as he lay down. Blaine was surprised at how big and clunky
the phone was, and was amazed at the fact that Robbie didn't have at
least one cell phone. He actually had to be home to receive phone
calls. It boggled the mind.
At 8:29, the phone began to ring.