Chad giggled. He held up the novelty glasses with the spinning hypnodisk lenses. He put them in his pocket. Wear only these?
He giggled, as he walked down the hall, "Heh, heh, whatever gets me laid?"
He didn't know that he was overheard. The person who put the gift in Chad's locker smiled. Oh, yeah, Chad's going to get laid, alright.
The day was rather uneventful. Chad couldn't wait for this afternoon. He daydreamed about his big date with Karen Sinclair every free moment he had. He even ended up getting slapped in the face by Bruno's cock in the locker room.
"Dude, wanna give me a bj?" Bruno asked.
"Fuck no! Get that out of my face!" said Chad jumping backwards, and slapping Bruno's cock away.
"Well, your locker's next to mine, and I gotta get dressed, so move over," said the naked swimmer still dripping wet from the showers.
Chad got up and finished gearing up and headed to the weight room.
Bruno shook his head as he dressed. He heard the rumor that Chad would be taking all dicks this weekend. No way. Though he might pay to be one of the dicks, if it was true. Damn, if it happened, he doubted that it would be Chad's idea. Perhaps a stupid bet? Chad was honorable about things like that. Bruno looked over his shoulder at Chad's retreating ass. He seemed distracted, hm. Perhaps he lost a bet, and doesn't know the penalty? Or maybe he thinks he won, and is anticipating his prize? Chad's butt was long gone, but Bruno couldn't help but imagine that the rumors were true, and he was going to get a piece of it.
"Hey, Bruno, hurry up. That was the passing bell!" said Rick hitting Bruno's bare shoulder with his hand as he walked by on his way to class.
At 3:45, Chad was trying to find the perfect place to strike the pose in the fieldhouse. His clothes were stuffed in his gym bag. He strode over to where a beam of sunlight gleamed through one of the skylights like a spotlight. He threw back his shoulders and put the novelty glasses on. He heard a click as the arms of the glasses slipped into place behind his ears. A fine mist sprayed out of the nose bridge of the glasses. The hypno disks started spinning and strobing with an internal warm light. The spray smelled like- like- uh. Good. Chad's jock vocabulary collapsed. He knew what the spray smelled like, but his brain was too numb to supply the words. He felt good, he felt happy, he felt like, like like....uh. Good.
Tiny speakers began playing their prerecorded message. Chad's big cock twitched. Drool ran from his lips. '
If Bruno showed up tonight for the show, he would get more than his money's worth....
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