The bus was just pulling away when Dickie reached the stop. He shouted and waved, and the bus driver stopped. Dickie climbed on, paid the fare, and headed for a seat at the back of the bus. He threw himself into the seat and sighed in relief. He had done it. He felt strangely confident wearing his all-star big brother. Dickie had always lived in Chad's shadow, but now he owned Chad.
Back in the locker room, Bruno and Rick were arguing.
"You had to have taken it! I left it right here!" shouted Rick.
"What's the commotion, boys?" asked Coach Sinclair, as he rounded the corner to find two of his athletes shouting at each other.
"Bruno took my new Speedo!" complained Rick.
"I swear, I didn't!" said Bruno raising his hand as if giving an oath. He added, "But someone did take it. I saw Rick leave it right here, and it's gone." He pointed at the open locker.
"Have you checked the lost and found?" the coach asked with a sigh.
"Oh, right!" Bruno said slapping his forehead.
Rick was already booking it for the lost and found clothing bin.
They spent about fifteen minutes going though old jockstraps, shorts, shirts, socks, and swimsuits, but didn't find any team Speedos.
The coach was locking up, and he stopped by the bin to tell them to leave.
"Rick, Bruno, you find it?"
"No, where else could it be?" said Rick dejectedly.
"Somebody stole it," said Bruno.
"It's a blue team Speedo, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, the school issue swim trunks are the same shade of blue, could be it got tossed in with those? The laundry truck just picked them up at the loading dock."
"Thanks, coach!"
"Take all your other stuff, I'm locking up now," the coach warned.
The two swimmers grabbed their bags and headed for the loading dock, as the lights dimmed in the locker room. Coach was shutting down.
On the bus, Dickie took out his phone, and texted Chad's phone. He knew Chad couldn't reply, but he was curious what Rick and Bruno would do, and it would provide an alibi, if anyone asked if knew what happened to Chad.
"Yo, bro, whasup?" Dickie typed, and clicked send.
The laundry truck was just pulling away when they reached the loading dock. Rick's gym bag started to chime
"Dang, we missed the truck!"
"We can go to the laundry, and check there. I think it's over on Industry Blvd and 22nd Street," Rick said.
"What's that?" asked Bruno as Rick's bag chimed again.
"Dang, it's Chad's phone!" Rick said opening his bag, and searching for it. "You don't think he changed back already and is calling to demand his phone back?"
"Nah, no way. He's got to remain a Speedo without being worn for at least as long as he was worn," Bruno explained.
"You're sure?"
"It's probably a girl texting him," Bruno said.
Rick found the phone and laughed, as he read the texts.
"You're right, Bruno. It is a girl texting Chad. It's his kid bro Dickie," Rick said, "He wants to know "Whasup" with Chad, and the second one asks if Chad will be home for dinner."
"I don't see that in Chad's future. Text back that he's spending the night with a friend."
"Yeah, keep it vague." Rick typed the reply.
Dickie's phone vibrated that there was a text. Dickie grinned as he read it. He wondered if he could get them to incriminate themselves.
"Night with a friend, huh? What's the friend's name?" Dickie texted.
"Oh, shit," Rick said, "Now he wants to know which friend."
Bruno grabbed the phone and typed, "Don't kiss and tell." SEND.
Dickie started to laugh. The other passengers turned to look at him. He stifled his laugh, pocketed his phone, and adjusted his hardening cock. They had no idea that Chad was gone. They probably found another Speedo and assumed it was Chad. Dickie's hand kept adjusting his bulge and brother, before he knew it he was jerking off on the bus.