"Will Chad change back after Friday's game?" Raul asked.
"Yesh, sure, all you have to do is wash him out and lay the condom on his jockstrap. Then Chad will be as good
as new, except he'll probably miss having his head up your ass, and my cock inside him. Whenever we make a Chad
sandwich he'll pop back into condom form. He's a werecondom now."
"Well, the Monday after the game is Columbus Day, so maybe I'll keep Chad up my ass until Tuesday morning. That
way he'll really want to be the meat in our sandwich."
"Heh, heh, I bet you're right. I bet he'll be happy to agree to come here after practice every day to spend the
night up your ass. Every night for the rest of his life."
Chad knew it was true. Chad was doomed.
But damn, he felt so good. He felt whole for the first time. He was born to be filled with man cum with his
head buried in another man's ass. He knew Raul was his secret admirer and he felt really happy about it.
Raul chuckled as he read Chad's thoughts.