Vinnie shoved Mitch into his right pocket, and then he walked over to where Chad now lay. He grinned down at the shiny silver Spandex briefs lying on the locker room floor with Chad's horrified expression immortalized on the pouch. He picked Chad up, and whispered to him.
"Betcha didn't know that Martinez works as a male stripper on the weekends. So guess who's gonna be wrapped around his manhood, as horny homos shove cum soaked dollar bills inside him. That's right it's you, Chad." Vinnie waggled his finger at Chad, then he shoved him into his left pocket.
Vinnie was whistling a happy tune, and Ryan Standish was straining to contain his boner. He was pretty sure, he was going to be stuck as a jockstrap forever. If not Vinnie's than Horst's or Carter's, probably. Damn, Stacy and her desire to be valedictator or valedictorian or whatever. She was the reason for this mess.
"Hm," thought Vinnie, "I really should do something about Stacy."