Chad turned around no one was there. He sighed and waited. The sound of the door mustve been his imagination.
Standing there naked with his cock tied with a bow was boring, and a bit chilly. After about half an hour, he decided to get dressed. He headed over to where he'd left his clothes in his backpack. It was gone. He looked around, maybe he had left it somewhere else in the big empty field house. He had a bad feeling that he was being pranked. If he went out the field house door, someone would be there with a camera probably. He searched the field house for his gear, or anything else that he could cover up with. Not so much as a sock, paper towel or tarp were to be found. He did find a loose ventilation panel though on the back side of the field house, so maybe he could go out that way? But he'd still be naked. He adjusted the string to bind his cock and balls so they wouldn't flop around when he ran. If silhouetted, maybe people wouldn't realize he was naked. He just had to get to the locker room, before practice ended and all the athletes headed in.
Chad rolled out through the vent panel. There was grass outside, but it was cut too short for him to make a grass loincloth out of. He peeked out from the edge of the field house. The sun was setting. There were a few people lurking about. He took a deep breath, and waited until the few left, not on the field or in the pool or gym seemed to be looking a way. Then he bolted across the field toward the locker room. He made it apparently unnoticed. He grabbed his side, it ached, he had never run faster.
The locker room seemed deserted. He headed to the showers.