As Bruno leaves, you stare lustily after him. Why haven't you noticed before how sexy that swimmer is? You hurry off to practice looking forward to washing up with Chad later, and maybe getting in on the swim team's circle jerk with Bruno.
Heading down the hall to the Natatorium, Bruno has to share the corridor with racks of clean towels lining the corridor. The linen service came early. Bruno is bumps into Assistant Coach Sanchez coming from the pool. There bodies press against each other. Sanchez opens his mouth, then he sniffs the air, he looks confused then horny. He begins to French kiss Bruno.
Bruno is late to the pool, but he doesn't mind. Sanchez is lost in lust, and giving Bruno excellent head. Sanchez slurps down Bruno's load, and staggers off in a daze.
Bruno sniffs himself, "yeah, gotta be the soap. Don't think that I need to be sharing that with the football team or even my teammates." He heads back to the shower room, and retrieves Chad. He pauses as he realizes you will notice the soap is missing. So Bruno grabs a fresh bar of soap, sets Chad down on the bench in front of his locker, he takes his penknife out of his locker, and whittles a crude man shape out of the fresh bar of soap. Then stows Chad and the pen knife in his locker, races over to the bathroom sinks and soaks the new soap under hot water to produce a smaller generally manshaped soap, which he returns to the soapdish. Bruno rinses his soapy hands, and heads for the pool.
"About time you showed up, Bruno," growled Coach Wilkins, "Get in the pool, and give me 20 laps!"
"Sorry, Coach Sanchez shanghaied me to help him out with something..."
"Laps, now, Bruno. If Sanchez verifies, you won't be marked late. Now swim."
Bruno dove in the pool and started swimming. He had been standing about a foot from Terry the swim team manager who was sitting on the bench next to the door to the lockers. He had gotten a good whiff of the clean sexy soap smell that permeated Bruno's body, and was desperately trying to conceal his boner under his clipboard.