Mike spent the rest of the afternoon walking off into Chad. Chad was fortunately too wasted on cum to speak. Mike couldn't believe how horny he was. He must really be into Bruno to be this horny. When he hooked up with Bruno, he hadn't planned on falling in love. He wanted to get dirt on that kid who went to Bruno's school, who had screwed him out of the football championship. That pretty boy quarterback #23. What was his name, Chet? No, Chad. He knew their water polo teams would be facing off in a few weeks, and Mike like Chad was also captain of his water polo team.
He really hadn't talked about Chad much. The sex had been so hot. He sighed. Damn, he was hornier now than when Bruno was here. What was it about absence makes the heart grow fonder?
Maybe sports would distract him. He went to his laptop, and flicked it on. A video of Chad's water polo team from last year playing filled the screen. He watched two more games. Then opened another file. Chad woke up. He recognized the scene. Someone videotaped their nude water polo game in Chad's pool. Mike was masturbating again.
Chad saw images from Mike's mind involving a threeway with Chad and Bruno. If he only knew.
Chad impressed himself by remaining silent in spite of everything.
Finally, Mike took a nap. His phone alarm woke him at 10 pm. He quickly packed, and caught a Lift to the airport. He must be taking a red eye home.
When he walked through the scanner, the guard ordered him to step into another room for a strip search. Mike was surprised, but the guard was hot. Maybe this was a hookup?
In a few minutes, the guard had examined all of Mike's clothing except for the Speedo he was still wearing. His shoes, socks, jeans, shirt, and jacket lay on the otherwise bare table neatly folded next to each other.
"Okay, now," the TSA agent said snap on a new rubber glove, "just one more thing to inspect."