"Chad?" Thad asked again. Still nothing. Maybe it was only his imagination? He sighed, "Ah!" as he let go a stream of heavy yellow piss.
Thad, dude, listen to me! I feel so empty, please put me on! You can't hear me without touching me! Please put me on!
"Not wearing your suit?" Bruno asked.
"Well, it's a little tight, and was making me hard," Thad explained. Bruno draped his arm across Thad's shoulders, and guided him toward the sauna.
"Well, put it back on, and come with Rick and me to the sauna. We have a tradition on the water polo team to christen a new player and his suit."
Thad felt a bit weird being naked with Bruno so close, so he put Chad back on.
Chad felt relieved, secure, happy and calm wrapped around Thad's waist. He had wanted to tell Thad something, but it didn't seem to matter now. He focused on Thad's manhood: The veins in his penis, the taste of salty piss leaking from his piss slit, the curvature of his wrinkled balls. He could feel Thad's apprehension as he followed Bruno to the sauna and his prospective hazing. Chad wondered if that hazing involved him. He was sort of happy to participate in Thad's initiation. He thought maybe if he had said yes to Bruno earlier, he might be with Thad, Bruno and Rick in the sauna. Then he kicked himself mentally, he would be with them anyway as Thad's suit. He felt happy to be included.
Thad was so focused on Bruno's retreating Speedo clad butt, and his own impending initiation, he completely put Chad out of his mind. He did remember Chad briefly as Bruno's butt disappeared behind the closing sauna door. He adjusted himself and whispered, "Thanks for being so supportive, Chad." He somehow felt more confident with the star quarterback wrapped around his ass, balls and dick. It made him feel more powerful, and secure. It had freaked him out a bit initially, but now it seemed right. Thad didn't know if it really was Chad or a construct of his mind to help him cope with the stress of being the new guy on the team. He figured the latter, maybe that's why he wasn't freaked anymore. It wasn't like he was getting hard inside a real guy. It was just a Speedo that he had decided to think of as Chad. He caught the door just as it closed, and put a smile on his face.
"Hey, Bruno! Hey, Rick! So this is the Team Sauna!"
"Yeah, Swim Season it's all ours, but we sometimes share it with the football clods," snickered Rick.
FOOTBALL CLODS! thought Chad angrily.
Thad heard him, and giggled at his own imaginary friend's indignation.
Bruno patted the wooden bench across from where Rick was stretched out, and perpendicular to the one he was sitting on. He said, "Have a lie down, and we'll get started."
Rick giggled and pointed at Thad's straining tented Speedo, and said, "Looks like he's already started."
"Yeah, an eager pair. They'll make a fine addition to the team," Bruno said patting the bench again, "Now lie down."
"Pair?" asked Thad sitting down.
"Pair! You and Rick! You did this to me!" Chad screamed.
"Aha! Oooh!" gasped Thad as he felt his suit tightening and moving in sync with Chad's voice. He almost came. He thought of numbers, stats, ugly chicks, as he stretched out and half covered his boner with his hands as best he could.
"Now we christen our suits. You've got a head start," laughed Rick, as he started jacking.
"Yeah, that's basically how our initiation begins. With a circle jerk, and cumming in our Speedos," Bruno said, "I bet you like that idea, Chad."
"Thad!" Thad corrected.
"Yeah, Thad," Bruno giggled as he lay back and earnestly began jacking off.
Chad was ranting madly, Thad was sure he'd blow his load any moment. He wanted to be in control, so he tightly grabbed his cock through his suit, and began throttling it.