You wrote, "Man Soap."
Chad stiffened and stopped squirming. You sniffed him, and said, "Ya smell real good, Chad, bet you'll be real popular in the locker room."
Chad was carried wrapped in plastic out of the bathroom, down the hallway, out of the building, and across the quad to the athletic center. The locker room looked like a Space Shuttle Hangar to tiny Chad. The lockers loomed like tall buildings as he was carried to the showers. He was unceremoniously unwrapped and set in the metal soap dish under one of the central columns with six shower heads radiating equidistant from each other around the column.
"Whatcha doing in here with your clothes on?" asked Bruno.
"Just putting a new bar of soap out. What are you doing here, Bruno? I thoughts you'd be in the pool?"you replied.
Bruno shook his head and walked over to examine the soap. He said, "I always shower before going in the pool. Don't you? Man-shaped soap? Is this a prank? Does it dye your skin if you use it?"
"I dunno. It was with a card signed secret admirer. Thought it safer to let others try it first, Bruno."
Bruno said, "Lot of Secret Admirers going around today, it seems." He picked up the soap and sniffed it. Then he flipped the Chad Soap around in his hand and giggled, "You know this looks kind of like Chad. I'll be your first guinea pig. I think this is soap, and I love breaking in a fresh bar, and I won't mind rubbing the smirk off Soapy Chad's face."
Bruno was too busy looking at the soap to notice the look of panic on your face when Bruno mentioned Chad's name. You step back as Bruno turns on a shower, and starts by jamming Chad head first into his left armpit, and starting to lather up. You watch from a safe distance as the naked swimmer spends an inordinate time washing his ass, and genitals. You're pretty sure that Bruno shoved the man soap headfirst up his ass.
Now squeaky clean, Bruno sets the soap back in the dish, and turns, and strides passed you.
"Just soap. Damn fibe soap, if you ask me. Guess your Secret Admirer is for real, stud. Thanks for letting me be the first to use your soap." Bruno picked his suit off the hook on the wall outside the shower room, and turned to face you, as he stepped into his Speedo.
"You know that soap will make the swim team's traditional Friday shower room circle jerk a lot more fun," Bruno said with a wicked grin.
You ask, "Only jerk off on Fridays?"
"Nah, but Fridays are for the showers, Saturdays we do it in the Sauna. Sundays we do it in the pool. Pool is cleaned Mondays. We don't have practice Mondays. Tuesdays we do it in the towel room. Wednesdays I'm the steam room. Thursdays in the lost and found bin."
"TMI, Bruno!"