Chad looks around the coach's backyard. He doesn't belong here. He should be back in the locker room. He walks around to the gate, and out toward the street. The fact that he is naked and could get arrested doesn't enter Chad's head. He just has to get back to the school as fast as he can. He walks along the cold damp sidewalk for about a block. The sun is barely up, and most people are sleeping in this Sunday morning. He starts to run. Walking is taking too long.
Chad's cock is constantly bouncing against his thighs and abs as he runs, and starts to stiffen. It's five miles back to the school. Chad runs hard. His body is slick with swear.he has only one thought. Get to wear he can be worn. Perhaps it's the endorphins from running, perhaps it's Coach Sinclair's special sanitizing solution, but Chad is unaware that he isn't a Speedo anymore, nor that he always hasn't been a Speedo.
A car drives past, a voice shouts out a catcall at the naked runner. Chad stops. He feels strange. He is confuses. He feels suddenly cold as his sweat cools. He shivers. Something isn't right. His mind is in a fog as he tries to think, to remember. He starts walk-running, more of an uncertain jog back toward the high school.