"Chad, Chad, Chad, I told ya that ya couldn't get out of going camping with me and Steve," said a voice approaching the blue shiny sleeping bag laying on the field house floor.
Chad was confused. He lay in a twisted heap, incapable of moving. He could see the blue jeans and booted feet approaching, but his own quilted body obscured his view of the guy's face. His mind raced. Steve? Kevin? Arlo? Hank? He had gone camping with eight guys just before Football Season began. He'd caught Steve fucking some naked guy in his tent, but he didn't see the other guy's face. He hadn't said anything, but he'd uniformly declined invitations to go camping with any of them again. Now?
He saw a hand, it closed over his eyes and he was flipped in the air and folded over on himself. He was looking at his other eye, and could see the giant boots near him. Damn, he couldn't figure out who they belonged to-
He felt a knee press down on him. He was rolled up on top of himself, and the drawstring was used to tie him tightly into his new bundled form. He was totally blind, but he could hear still. Though it was a bit muffled by his body being wrapped around himself a few times.
"There," sighed the voice, "You make a fine sleeping bag, Chad."
Chad felt himself secured to a backpack, and then he felt himself bouncing as the guy put on the backpack and ran.
"Hey, you almost missed the bus!" Steve shouted.
"Wouldn't miss a camping trip with you, Steve!" laughed Chad's secret admirer.
"Too bad Chad couldn't join us," Steve said.
"Well, you know Chad, I'm sure he'll be with us in spirit," snickered the other guy.
"Stow your gear and get on the bus!" shouted the bus driver.
Right, thought Chad, this is senior camping weekend. The number of potential guys, just went up to about 100. He had been repeatedly asked by footballers, jocks and other friends if he was going. He just said he didn't like camping, and wasn't going. It was a whole week at a camp in the mountains.
Chad ended up being stowed in the luggage compartment.
"There," said his secret admirer.
"Oh, damn, I forgot my sleeping bag!" Steve said suddenly.
"There's room for two in mine, if you don't mind sharing," said the secret admirer.
No, no, no! screamed Chad's mind.
"I might just spend the whole weekend in there with you," Steve answered.
"I wouldn't mind," said the other.
The metal door on the luggage compartment slammed, as the bus driver muttered to himself, "Damn, homos."