Chad woke to Bruno's junk bouncing up and down inside him. He could hear the whirr of an exercise bike and realized that Bruno must be in the gym. He also had to be wearing track pants, as Chad couldn't see anything. He inhaled the rank sweat emanating from Bruno's crotch, and concluded that Bruno hadn't showered today yet either. Oh, well, Chad was getting used to the smell. He was also getting hungry. The smell reminded him of bacon simmering, and Bruno's eyes widened as he felt his Speedo pouch squeezing his nuts in a rhythm in time with his pedaling. "No," Bruno whispered. He thought, Not here in the gym with all these guys around. He leaned forward to conceal his now tented crotch.
"Hey, Bruno. Hey, Chad," said Rick as he came up behind Bruno, and reached into his track pants and grabbed Bruno's Speedo, and yanked.
Bruno guffawed, and blew his load. Chad slurped it all up, and Bruno's tent started to descend.
"Aren't you going to thank me?" Rick asked.
"For giving me a wedgie?"
"A Chad wedgie," Rick corrected.
Bruno shook his head. He was relieved to see that no spot had appeared on his track pants. He sighed, and continued pedaling.