As Chad lathered up under the stream of warm water, his hands rub across the string tied around his manhood. He rolls his eyes, how could he have forgotten that. He reached down and pulled on a loop, and suddenly he felt cold air between his thighs. He noticed the string was way too heavy for just a piece of string. He raised it up, and stared at the waxy cock and balls at the end of the string. His cock and balls were no longer attached to his body, but they were attached to the string.
Just then Rick, Bruno and a half dozen other jocks entered the shower.
"Hey, Chad!" said Bruno.
Chad answered, "Hey, Bruno." He let the string with his manhood hanging from it drop to his side. He couldn't stare at his junk. He glanced down, at his crotch. Chad's pubic hair was still there. He needed to know whether he was smooth down there or had a vagina. He glanced around to make sure no one was looking, and started to lower his free hand toward his crotch.
Before his hand reached its destination, Rick complained, "We're out of soap!"
Bruno said, "Hey, mind if we borrow your soap on a rope, Chad!"
"Soap on a ro-?" Chad started to ask, but Bruno had already pulled the string with his manhood from his hand. Chad started to turn, but caught himself. He couldn't let anyone see that he was a dickless, ball-less wonder. He was mortified.
Bruno flung the cock and ball shaped soap to Rick, and Chad's heart nearly stopped. If it hit the floor would it break? If it broke?
Rick caught it, and laughed. And started rubbing the soapy cock head all over his body. He paid particularly close attention to his armpits. Chad moaned softly to himself. He could feel his disembodied penis making love to Rick's body. He had never considered the warm sweaty hairy armpit to be particularly sexy, but damn he'd never rubbed his hard cock inside Rick's armpit before. Oh, damn, he was sure he'd cum. Was that even possible? Would goo drip from his crotch or would the soap spurt it out? He didn't want to find out. He couldn't stay here. He shut off the water, and facing the wall headed for the exit.
"Oh, man, I know this soap looks like a dick, but damn, it smells and feels good. Where'd you get it, Chad?" Rick asked turning. He saw Chad's butt disappear out the door. He shrugged and continued to lather up.
"Hey, Rick, we want some soap too. Hand it over!" said Kyle.
Chad was sweating and panting when he got back to his locker. He looked around, and sat down on the bench. Then he looked again, and opened up his towel to stare at his hairy crotch. His body quivered. He was sure he came. He could feel hands all over his cock, and his cock being rubbed all over the swim team's bodies. He covered himself with the towel, and moaned again. How many times could he orgasm now with a detached penis? Detachable? Maybe it was reattachable? He fumbled with his locker combo a few times before he managed to get his locker open.