Coach Sinclair could hear water running in the shower room, when he arrived to work on his paperwork for the school budget request. He found the shower room light left on, and a couple of half-dissolved bars of soap on the floor. He shut off the water, and put Chris and Keith back into soap tray. The wet soap clung to his hands. He sniffed the scent, and frowned. He popped wood, as he headed for the sinks to wash off his hands. He sniffed his soapy hands again. His mind wandered. Come Tuesday morning, Coach Santos arrived and found Coach Sinclair's office door open. Coach Sinclair wasn't there, but there were two bars of soap one on the edge of the sink, and the other in the sink in the Head Coach's private bathroom. Sinclair's clothes lay in a heap in front of the sink on top of Sinclair's shoes.
Santos rubbed his chin, and picked up the new unused bar of soap in the sink. It was stamped COACH, and Santos didn't think it fair that Sinclair had his own private soap, let alone private bathroom. He sniffed the bar of Coach Soap, and smiled. It smelled manly, like Coach Sinclair. He shoved the bar of soap into his pocket. He'd use it later. Guess, Sinclair was playing hookie today, well, Santos smiled, looked like he was in charge today.
The first period boys were hot and sweaty from their morning workout when they reached the showers. Chad, Keith, Milo and Chris shouted warning to the naked youths. But of course, no one heard anything.
"Sinclair's tough, but I think Santos wants to kill us. Fifteen laps? Seriously," panted Roger, as he picked up the bars of soap that were Milo and Chad. He got them wet, lathered up and separated the two bars.
He handed one to Kevin, who replied, "Thanks, Raj, but he made me run twenty last week. So Santos's fifteen wasn't so bad."
"Yeah, but yours were punishment laps last Friday, today's weren't."
"Oh, they were punishment alright. I heard Sinclair left Santos doing double shift today," replied Kevin.
Aaaaaaaaah! moaned Chad in ecstasy as he was slathered across Roger's naked body.
Roger found himself thinking about how handsome Chad was as he lathered his pits. He imagined Chad licking his stinky pits. Yeah, like the hot quarterback would ever give Raj the time of day. The bar of soap shifted to clean Roger's loins, as he turned to face the wall of the shower. Oh, yes. He didn't really care that he was jacking off in the shower room with three other guys. They were each preoccupied with their own bathing. It was better than sex.
In the swim team's locker room, Bruno unwrapped the bar of soap that Keith had delivered to him. It was unused, and imprinted with the letter C. H. A. D. He had paid a lot for this soap. He would enjoy using it.
Coach Santos frowned, as he watched the students limping around the field. Four youths had finished ahead of the pack. Raj lapped them twice, and Kevin was on his heels. Willie Bonner and Willy Cox trotted in 10 seconds behind them. He'd recruit them for the Cross Country team.