Chad expected to find himself in the bag all night, but a half hour after Bruno got home and ate, Chad was out of the bag draped across Bruno's shoulders. He did some homework, glanced at the clock, and went into his bathroom. He peeled off his Speedo and put it in a sink filled with cool water and Woolite. Then he took out his shaving cream, razor and a wet washcloth. That's right, Bruno shaved off all his body hair. Chad wondered whether he shaved weekly or more often. Periodically, after shaved and wiped a body part with the washcloth, Bruno would pull Chad off his shoulder to dry that part. Chad hadn't actually timed Bruno, but he thought that guy spent at least 90 minutes shaving. He took forever on his crotch. He replaced his razoe blades six times. Chad hadn't realized just how naturally hairy Bruno would if he didn't shave.
When he was through he hung his suit up to dry, and wrapped his towel around his waist in the fashion of a fundoshi loincloth. Then he did some more homework.
About 10pm, Bruno's phone rang.
"Hey, Rick, you bomb out with your date and want some Bruno makeup sex?"
Rick and Bruno? Rick was straight, wasn't he?
Chad could only hear Bruno's side of the conversation.
"Well, I suppose you could come over, if you bring a deep dish pizza with you. Sex makes me hungry."
"I don't see how Chad not being there means you get no sex. I mean he's not there so he's not competing."
"Huh, oh? So you think that when a girl goes home with Chad, the other girls get desperate to prove they're just as good as Chad's date, so will go home with you and other second stringers. Well, I suppose that is one theory. Just bring pizza."
Rick showed up about a half hour later with pizza in hand. The whole time Bruno wore Chad as a loincloth.
By the time Rick and Bruno fell asleep in each other's arms, Chad was sticky with both their bodily fluids, as well as marinara sauce and pizza grease.
But when Bruno got up to pizza, Chad had absorbed all the offending liquids, and was fluffy, fresh and dry again.