Russell followed his D--coach down the stairs while all the meanwhile thinking about why on earth he was made to wear the oversized and smelly jockwear.
"This doesn't even belong on my body, I'm nothing like this!"
It dawned on him that he'd been scratching at his nuts for over 15 seconds without realizing it!
"Oh shit! I mean- was I really just scratching myself like one of those airhead gross jocks?"
Russell made a mental note to never do that again because that kind of itching and grabbing was something only the grossest of guys did. Russell's mind felt disorganized as he wrapped his mind around the fact that his da-coachh! just called him sick out of class that day.
For breakfast, the milk had a chalky taste to it but he gulped it down anyway, even the eggs tasted funny to Russell. As he slowly chewed the food he thought about what Coach had in store for him. Russell knew he wasn't a jock slob so why was he wearing this? Russell just realized he was getting hard in his basketball shorts and he'd been rubbing his boner against his shorts the whole time he was thinking. He looked down and saw his boner seemed longer than before. Russell swore he looked more 'average.'
Russell had to concentrate! He needed to wash his sheets from that bad morning surprise and he had to.... he had to study... he couldn't remember the specifics but he knew he had school work to do.