Jake picked the yellow Speedo with the rubbery texture. On the front and back were white squares with a black
number six in the squares. It was a water polo team suit.
An overweight gentleman with moobs in a Spandex running suit appeared.
"Excellent choice, young man," he said, "Want to be tried on to see how you fit."
The words sounded jumbled, but Jake answered in the affirmative.
He felt the suit slip from his grip. He felt limp all over. A cold metal hook gripped his upper lip. He was
hanging with his mouth open like a fish in a dark dank place.
Suddenly, there was a loud metal clank. The wall flew open - no, it wasn't a wall. It was a locker door.
Light streamed in for a second, then a giant shadow blocked it. He heard voices. Loud male young voices spoke
rapidly and eagerly.
"Slone we're going to clobber the Titans!"
"Yeah, Parker, we're going to loosen their tight ends!"
"Haha,yeah, you know that want us to fuck them royally."
"Hey, Jerkwads, how about a bet!" shouted another male voice over the trash talk.
"Get out of our locker room, Pearce!"
"Yeah, go back to the Titans locker room."
"See I tol' ya they wanna get close to our naked cocks."
"Hardly, but let's see if you'll put your asses on the line. We win, you get our suits. We win, we get your
suits as trophies. Before you leave the pool. You guys - or we if you win - have to streak from the pool
back to the locker room naked in defeat! You willing to take that bet, losers?"
"You bet! We'll wager out suits for yours."
"Parker?" hissed Slone, "What are you doing?"
"Putting on my suit, and I'm not planning on taking it off," he said as he grabbed Jake and stepped into him.
Jake was so relieved to have his mouth of the hook, he didn't realize at first what was filling his mouth/ Ht
was a weird sensation. His whole head seemed to be be the suit. He couldn't figure out where the rest of
himself was. His ears were flattened on the sides of the suit. His open mouth now cradled Park's manhood, ass
and thighs. The pubic hairs tickled the roof of his mouth. Jake's view of the locker room was upside down as
he stared out from above Parker's leg openings. His nose crinkled as he smelled Parker's musk. That tiny
motion of tight fabric seemed to stimulate Parker's flat cock and it started to swell inside Jake. Parker
adjusted his suit and farted. The blast of hot air tickled the inside of Jake's brain. A few smoments later
the stench hit his nose at the front of the suit. Again his nose crinkled. The pouch tightened, and Parker
through a full on boner!
"I need to shower before we fuck the Titans!" Parker said testily.
"I'd say you were ready right now," laughed Slone.
Cold water blasted down from the shower head.