Chad was falling. There was a soft plopping noise, like a double thud. He could feel the chalky dust of the field house floor on his back. Impossibly, his face seemed to be pressed against his ass, and Chad couldn't see a thing. Hours in darkness passed. Then he heard footsteps.
"Chad, told you that you should've gone to swim practice. If you had you wouldn't be lying in the dirt. You'd've been in the pool," Bruno said with a sigh.
Chad could hear him, but couldn't speak. He felt himself being lifted up by his penis, and wanted to scream. He saw a flash of light and Bruno's face, as his blue butt flapped away from him. Then he saw the tattoo on his butt, and he knew. It read Size 32. He was Bruno's friggin' Speedo!
Bruno wadded him up and shoved him into his front pocket. He added, "This should keep you warm until I get home. He didn't speak to Chad again until he was home.