As Chad wracked his brains to remember his class schedule, as voice from behind him said, "Hey, Chad, it seems like ages since we talked. Though I've seen you every day this month. Weird, ain't it?"
Chad had pulled himself off the floor, and onto the bench. He spun around to see who spoke, and ended up slam his face into Bruno's crotch.
"Oh, damn, and I didn't have my camera ready!" bemoaned Bruno, as Chad sidled along the bench away from Bruno's cock. Chad had mixed feelings. He was envious because he no longer had a cock and balls, and Bruno did. Hell, he thought Bruno was his best chance of ever feeling an orgasm again. The dude was reportedly as horny as Chad had been, but he scored guys, whereas Chad had been a ladies' man.
"I suppose I should get going, passing period is almost up," Chad said.
"Well, it's 3rd Period, so we both have Study Hall. So let's walk and talk."
"Okay."
Chad stood up. Bruno stared.
"Something is different about you today?" Bruno said uncertainly, as he draped his arm across Chad's shoulder. Chad could smell the Axe body spray reeking from Bruno's armpit.
"Nope, same old Chad," lied Chad.
Bruno squeezed Chad close to him as they left the locker room.
"You got a problem with personal space, Bruno?" Chad asked uncomfortably.
.
"Not at all. That's another weird thing. It feels really natural for me to do this, and you're not pushing me away, are you?'
"Not physically, yet," Chad said pointedly.
Bruno laughed. He pulled away slightly as they walked up the library steps.
"Okay, Chad, I'll let you keep your rep a little longer, but I'm fucking your ass after we check into Study Hall."
Chad opened his mouth to object, but he couldn't find the words. He wondered if Bruno knew or if this was part of what Richard had done to him to make sure he didn't get any girls pregnant.
All the guys in the library turned their heads to look at Chad as he walked passed them. Damn, thought Chad, Richard must've given me pheromones to attract guys. His phone chimed. A text message from Richard.
He stared there were hundreds of texts. Richard had responded to some. He hadn't texted Chad in months, until now according to the phone's history. The text read, "Aw, you noticed. You can thank me later. Now you are famous for averaging 1 fuck a day, and it's been over 165 days since you last scored. So get busy, Mr. MVP."
Chime.
"MVP - Most Valuable Pussy."
Chad rolled his eyes.
He signed in with the student librarian.
"Looking good, Mr. Quarterback. There's an empty study room available in the back of the library. I have a key," he said.
"Uh, thanks, uh, Stewart, uh, I might just take you up on that," he said nervously eyeing the young men in the library who were all staring lustily after him. He hadn't noticed that Stewart's corduroy pants were tented.
"Follow me," Stewart said.
Chad did.
Several others including Bruno followed too.