Matt carried his vial around on his body all day. He had some secret fear that it would be discovered and used against him by some of the other kids, but thankfully the day was uneventful. Matt made it all the way to football practice, where Matt was the team's manager.
Being manager of the team basically meant that Matt got to hang around with guys that were a lot studlier than he was, and do what they say. Matt was the one who schlepped ice around, or put on the
ACE bandages when an ankle or thumb was sprained. It was all very subby, and made Matt horny even though he knew the kids on the team would kill him if they knew the guy who handed them their towels was a faggot.
Coach Thompson had been running football at the school for many years. A pillar of the community, he was himself an alum of the high school, and while his muscles had marbled over the years, at 6' 2" he was a formitable hunk of man. Coach used the PE teacher's office in the locker room to change after practice, and to keep an eye on the kids on the team. Matt also worked on the team stats there after practice, basically ensuring that Matt got a good eyeful of Coach's hot, wet, hairy body every day. Matt did his best to not be obvious about it, but Coach was a lot more sophisticated than the kids on the team, and Matt suspected that his secret might have been discovered by the older man.
Emboldened by yesterday's success with his neighbor, Matt had marked Coach as his next target before he went to sleep last night. After Matt had handed out all the towels for the team and they had all hit the showers, he took out his vial and carefully prepared a very special towel for Coach.