Chad couldn't explain it. He had to go. He knew he was naked and that he was blue, and he wanted to put his clothes on, but he had seemingly little or no control of his body. He ambled stiffly toward the back exit of the field house. The field house was on the back field against the fence that lined up with the woods. He found the back door to the fieldhouse - really a fire exit- unlocked, and went out. The chainlink fence had been cut there and easily folded back, Chad went through the opening being careful not to snag himself on the fence. Snag? What made him think he could snag himself. He glanced down at his skin. It appeared to be a tightly woven blue shiny fabric, like Spandex. He didn't stop, his feet kept moving pulling him through the woods to a nearby dumpy shack. But he didn't go into the 100 year old house. He went down the gravel drive to the garage in back. He could see it wasn't being used as a garage but as an apartment of sorts. The car door was nailed shut. He could hear water running around back. He was surprised to see a wooden enclosure next to the waterheater rigged with a makeshift shower. There was dark haired, dark skinned man's back visible to him standing in the shower. Chad was drawn to him. He could feel the gravel and grass against his bare feet, but it felt like he was wearing socks. It was surreal. He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. He managed to make a gasping sound as he stood looking down over the wood enclosure at the naked man's butt. It looked familiar.
The man turned toward the sound, and grinned, as he lathered up his tattooed chest.
"Rico?" mouthed Chad in hoarse breathy noise only recognizable as Rico because of syllables and who he was speaking with.
"Yeah, Chad, bet you're wondering what's becoming of you?" Rico said with a snort.
Chad took a deep breath, it felt weird, and his torso swelled up like a balloon or bull frog. He managed to produce a whisper, "Rico? What's happening? Why?" he hissed.
"Dude, I made the speed skating team! But we got no money for speedsuits, and those things are damn expensive. Coach says the district spent all the money on the football players, so nothing left for us, and I have to provide my own suit, if I want to compete. I got a real shot at the Olympics, but all the athletic funds got spent on the football players. You Chad as the star football player probably had the most spent on you. So I figure you owe me, and I really need a speed suit," Rico explained as his hands moved to lather his crotch. His cock was fully erect. Damn, Rico was jacking off.
"Jack off!" hissed
"I am, Chad, and then I'll rinse off, towel off and put you on."
"You're putting me on?" gasped Chad feeling his body collapse inward as he spoke. He inhaled heavily trying to reinflate himself.
"Not putting you on as in pranking you, Chad. Yes, I did put the itching powder in your boxer briefs, and put superglue in your lube tube. Man, that was hysterical hearing about you at the Emergency room getting that condom cut off your girlfriend. You might have ended up circumcised if you'd put lube on the inside too. Hm, looks like you were circumcised. Funny, I hadn't noticed before. I really am more of butt guy. Nice big dick, almost as big as mine. Too bad it won't be needed ever again. I suppose there will be a lot of disappointed girls, but then that means more for me and the other guys. Well, mostly, the other guys. I prefer men's butts. Let's see your sweet ass, Chad."
Rico stepped out of the enclosure dripping wet and naked. He grabbed Chad like he was a rag doll and spun him around.
"Fuck, yeah. Last chance to fuck your sweet ass before the hole seals up, and your last chance to cum. Though I doubt your cloth wiener will shoot more than lint."
Rico held Chad firmly and lined up his wet lathered cock with Chad's pristine blue hole. Rico began to fuck him hard. Chad could only make muted gasps instead of screams.
"Oh, yeah!" Rico shouted as he blew his load inside Chad. Chad stared down at his own rock hard blue cloth cock as it sprayed his seed in a fine mist like an inhaler. Last time he'd ever cum, and he was the fuckee not the fucker, man this sucked. His cock went limped and seemed to retract into his body along with his balls. He let out a whimper. Rico pulled out dripping as Chad's butt cheeks sealed together. Rico frowned, no more fucking Chad, and sighed. He extended his arm under Chad's chest as the man's body deflated. Chad could feel something happening along his chest down to his crotch, but he was so weak. He just hung limply over Rico's arm.
Rico went inside his garage home. It still looked like a garage, except there was a futon, a rack with three tee shirts and two pairs of jeans. There was a microwave and an old mini fridge, and lots of pix of guys taped to the walls. Rico coated his still damp body with talc and then open the velcro closure of his new speedsuit, and undid the zipper. He stepped into the skintight blue spandex suit, and wiggled his toes and fingers. "Can't be a custom fit. You may think you're too small Chad, but I like my gear tight. You can almost see the veins on my dick," he said posing in front of the old cracked full-length mirror. He added, as he turned halfway, "And man, you make my ass look great. Should have done this to you before." Rico looked at the clock on the wall, and said, "Well, I gotta book."
Rico put on some running shoes, grabbed his gym bag with skates and helmet inside, and started the two mile run to the ice rink.