Water Polo practice was exhilarating. You never knew being some other guy's swimsuit could be so educational. You expect Erik will take you off and put you back in your locker to dry. Instead he heads straight to the showers, and lathers up wearing you. He's talking with his teammates like you're not there or like you were just a Speedo.
"So anyway who's your gear boy, Eric? That scholarship punk from California, or did you get the one from New Jersey?"
"Dunno, don't care."
"Well, you should know who you put your dick into. You know, just saying."
"It will be easier me to haze the dude, if I don't know who he is or what he looks like. After hell week, I'll find out what he looks like when he changes back."
Hell week? you think. Oh, damn, he's not really going to wear you all week, is he?
"Sauna time, guys!" Said the dude who was chatting with Eric. He leans down toward Eric's bulge and whispers, "You're gonna get Christened, nameless Speedo guy!"