"Well get running, asshole!" ordered Brent, "I gotta date tonight, and I'll be late!"
A date? Chad wondered.
Brent put the earbuds back in, and relinquished control to Chad. He ran downhill back 4 miles to the school. He was really sweating and breathing hard. He thought Brent was in better shape.
"Dude, I just ran 9 miles in less than two hours, after a full-day of practice," Brent challenged.
You ran?
"They're my muscles you dumb jock, now get back down there."
Suddenly, Chad was plunged into darkness and overwhelmed with the stench of Brent's body odor, the Axe spray was barely noticeable under the acrid sweat and body odor. Brent farted, as if to make a point.
The motorcycle ride was weird for Chad.
Brent thought at him that he'd better get used to it.
As Brent rode, he leaned forward grinding Chad between his manhood and the madly vibrating engine. Fuck, Chad thought, this is a masturbatory aid, not a motorcycle.
"Actually, it's both," Brent said climbing off the bike outside a bar near campus. He put his helmet on the seat, and locked the bike up. Chad was relieved to be sharing Brent's vision. He didn't know if it was intentional or not. But he kept quiet. It smelled a lot better up here.
"Brent, you're late!"
"Sorry, hon, coach is making me run more to get in shape, and I accidentally ran home instead of back to the school where my bike was. So I had to run back to the school. Sorry, I didn't have time to change," Brent said.
"That's okay, Brent, I like my lovers stinky. That man stink make me so horny."