"Morning, Chad!" shouted a male voice. It sounded familiar. Chad woke, but he couldn't move. Something seemed to be moving inside him. Damn, he really was a Speedo. He thought for a minute it had been a nightmare. And someone- Marcus? - was still wearing him. Oh, no. Morning wood!
"Hey, Chad! Say something? Hope you're hungry 'cause Marcus tends to produce copious loads in the morning," said the unseen voice.
Marcus had apparently fallen asleep on top of his bedspread. No one else wa visible, and it was not Marcus' voice.
"I cannot really speak," Chad thought-spoke.
"I can hear you fine," said the unseen speaker.
Chad scanned the room as his eyes moved as the bulge grew inside him.
"Who are you? Where are you?" Chad asked.
"On the bedpost! I'm the dirty jockstrap! You remember me, I used to be Todd Williams. Well, I guess I am still Todd, but I haven't had anyone to talk to other than Marcus since he did this to me 2 years ago. It's a relief to wake up for once without his big dick inside me."
"Todd Williams? But they said you drowned, even dredged the lake twice?"
"Oh, so that's how he explained my disappearance? Dang, lessens the chances that he will change me back now that he has you, doesn't it?"
Chad didn't get a chance to answer, Marcus rolled over and started to hump his mattress in his sleep. Oh, no, thought Chad, and at the same time he was thinking, oh, yes. Damn, why did cum have to give him such a high. He was getting addicted.