"Thanks, hon. Catch you later," Sanchez said as he tucked his slimy weiner back into.his Speedo, as he dressed.
His noontime sexual rendezvous was with the principal's secretary. The principal was at a school board meeting. Chad was unimpressed with Sanchez' wham bam thank you ma'am approach to sex, but the secretary who chewed gum the whole time, while Chad hung from the inside doorknob, didn't seem to mind. At least Sanchez used a condom.
"Wait, coach," the secretary said fishing the used condom out of the trash, "you forgot this. Can't leave evidence where the principal or janitor can find it." The used condom was stuffed into the Speedo's pouch.
Sanchez shrugged, finished dressing, and headed back to his office in the gym.
He stripped down to his Speedo, and remembered the used condom in his pouch. He pulled it out expecting a slimy mess, but apparently the school issued Speedo was really absorbent. He tossed the nearly bone dry runber in the trash, and headed for the pool.
As he rounded the bank of lockers, he bumped into Coach Sinclair. The fat older man looked down at Sanchez' Speedo and smiled.
"Sanchez, I was just looking for you," Sinclair lied. He nodded at the Speedo, "you've been wearing that all day, Tony."
"Yeah. Don't tell me it's too tight. It's a large," Sanchez answered.
"No, it looks fine on you. Good fit," Sinclair said. He reached out and wrapped his fist around the Speedo and tugged. He gave Sanchez a wedgie, as he thought at Chad: "Chad, welcome to the rest of your life!"
Sanchez let out a yelp.
"Sorry, Tony, but that suit really suits you. Most of our stock Speedos are too tight or too baggy. You found one that fits right. If I were you, I'd hold on to it. Take it home with you. If it ends up mixed in with the others for washing, you may never find it again."
Sanchez nodded absently, but the seed was planted. Sanchez stopped in front of a mirror, Sinclair was right, he looked damn fine in this particular Speedo. And it fit perfectly. Some the elastic around the legs was too tight, and some were too loose and hung funny. But this pair was the most comfortably Speedo or underwear he had ever worn.
The first bell rang. He headed toward the pool.
Chad was silently screaming NO, NO,NO, NO, NO, NO, and cursing Sinclair and Sanchez. He could already see in Sanchez's mind that he was planning to wear Chad home.