Once Dickie reached the corner, and knew he was out of sight of the Athletic Building, he stopped running. He started adjusting himself. Speedos were real nut crushers in Dickie's opinion. He giggled as he muttered, "My big bro is my Speedo now, and he's still busting my balls."
Chad was ranting a mile a minute now. Oh, I'll bust your balls alright, then I'll bust Rick's, Bruno's and your heads together. Of course, Dickie didn't hear anything, but he felt his new Speedo adjusting around his manhood. He knew he had a bigger waist than Rick or Bruno, but he overheard that Chad would stretch to fit any wearer. Bruno and Rick apparently thought the Marcus guy was a bit stockier than either of them. He just assumed Chad was customizing his fit. But oh, it was so stimulating. Dickie looked down at his tented crotch. He disappeared into some nearby bushes, lay down, and opened his fly.
"Good thing you are only a Speedo now bro, because if you were still conscious I bet you'd be pissed," Dickie said as he started jerking off.
Dickie almost exploded instantly. Chad gagged, sputtered, and cursed, but Dickie remained oblivious to Chad's displeasure.
Just then Bruno and Rick appeared in front of the bushes.
"Chad couldn't have just walked away," whined Bruno.
"It had to be Marcus, or somebody working for him," growled Rick.
"Hey, that black pickup is just pulling away. Where's your car?"
"We'll never catch him," he replied with a sigh.
A train whistle blew in the distance.
"If the train is on time, we might catch him at the crossing."
Exeunt Bruno and Rick stage left, thought Dickie grinning. He adjusted his now dry Speedo pouch, zipped up, and exited the bushes stage right. It was a longer way home, but he didn't want to run into Bruno and Rick coming back from the railroad crossing.
Turning the opposite way from home, Dickie walked a block to the public library. He needed to do some research.
He stared at the computer terminal unsure what to look up. Then he saw Jana sorting returned books on a cart at the checkout desk.
"Hey, Miss Jana need someone watch the desk while you file those books?" Dickie asked.
"A gentleman would ask if he could file the books for me," Jana snapped flirtatiously.
"Yeah, the last 3 times I did, you were mad at me because I put the books in the wrong places. Ls and Is and 1s look alike," Dickie protested.
"Well, it is a slow night. You think you can handle checking out books?"
"I just scan their library card, and scan the books' barcodes, and hand then the receipt with the books and due date. I know how to handle a scanner." He sat down behind the desk.
Once Jana disappeared into the stacks with her book cart. Dickie began typing feverishly at the desk computer. First, he printed Rick's book checkout history, then Bruno's. Now what was Marcus' last name again? Oh, yeah. He printed his book history too. Then he pulled up the newspaper archive and did a photo search for Marcus.
"Bingo!" He pulled up the sports pages. There was Marcus and Chad facing off for the coin toss at the start of the championship game. He found some older photos from last year's water polo matches. Lucky bro, thought Dickie, Marcus' monster is huge, he'd really stretch Chad put more than Dickie had. Though Marcus was kind of hot.
"What are you doing, Dick?"
Jana had returned silently and was standing behind him.
"Research, Jana," Dickie blurted out. Then he added, "I'm thinking of trying out for water polo this year. Looking up last season's games."
"I thought you might get bored just sitting here, so I brought you a donut and milk from the break room," she said setting those items in front of him.
He ate, while Jana finished putting the books on the shelves. Old Mrs. Thompson checked out threw romance novels and a murder mystery. When she was gone, Dickie checked the printouts.