One moment he was standing there all naked and cute. The next thing he knows, he is being whipped around in the air by the towel boy Tyler. Then he is folded up and tucked under Tyler's arm.
Dude, haven't you heard of deodorant. Your pits reek! Thought Chad.
But Tyler either didn't hear or couldn't care.
He whistled, as he walked across the field toward the locker rooms. He headed for the towel cage, and stashed Chad on a shelf near the cage opening where Tyler usually distributed towels to naked boys dripping wet from the showers.
Tyler opened his backpack, and did homework. He watched the clock.
All Chad could do was lie there uncomfortably on the rough hewn shelf, watch Tyler study, and wait for what came next.