Josh was feeling great as he entered the swimmers' times from his notebook into the computer along with notes on performance that coach had made. Bruno had the best times, and best form but should work on his breathing.
No one had noticed or recognized that Josh was wearing the school's star quarterback as his Speedo. He had gotten a scare when he caught Bruno staring at Josh's crotch, but remembered Bruno was a crotch watcher, and would stare at any guy's bulge in his line of vision. He felt kind of smug. He decided that he would wear his new Speedo home, and told Chad as much. Chad murmured a thank you. Josh suppressed an evil laugh. Chad was actually grateful to be Josh's Speedo. This spell was working out even better than he hoped.
Bruno appeared naked in the doorway and said, "Hey, Josh, Coach asked me to tell you to collect the weights from the bottom of the pool. Then set them on the drying rack before you leave."
"I'll have to dive in the pool to get those," whined Josh, "Why didn't you guys put them on the rack at the end of practice?"
"First, nobody asked us to collect them. Second, you suggested to coach a few laps running around the track might help after we already swam dozens of laps in the pool. So we finished practice in the fieldhouse instead of the natatorium. Besides you're still wearing a swimsuit."
Bruno headed to his nearby locker. He dressed slowly in his street clothes.
Josh emerged from coach's office after saving files. Bruno stole a glance at Josh's bulging Speedo. Something was off, he just couldn't place it.
Bruno pretended to ignore Josh as he walked passed. Then he craned his neck around the locker bank to stare at Josh's retreating Speedo clad ass. That Speedo seemed to fit too perfectly. It seemed to change to fit perfectly as Josh moved inside it. Definitely something different about Josh and his Speedo. Bruno just couldn't put his finger on it. He couldn't understand why it bothered him. Josh wasn't even hot- well, that hot, Bruno conceded to himself.
Splash.
Initially, Josh floundered dog-paddling. Then Chad helped. Suddenly, Josh knew how to swim, breathe and dive. It took him only a couple minutes to collect all the weights and set them on the pool deck.
Finding that he could easily swim thanks to the school's former water polo team captain being his Speedo, Josh relaxed and seemingly effortlessly swam laps: the backstroke, sidestroke, breast stroke, and freestyle.
He didn't see Bruno watching in awe from the crack where the fire door to the pool was propped open.
Bruno knew that Josh was a lousy swimmer. How could Josh have become an excellent swimmer overnight? Bruno bit his lip. Something about Josh's swimming style seemed familiar, but Bruno couldn't quite place it.
Josh was out of the pool now. He picked the weights, and carried all of them over to the rack to dry. Bruno frowned. When coach had asked for the weights earlier, Josh had brought them to him earlier, he carried them separately as if they were too heavy for him. Now he carried all of them easily.
Josh relaxed. Groaned and began massaging his muscles. "Oh, those things are heavy. I shouldn't have tried carrying them all at once. Guess I'm in too much of a hurry. Wonder if the sauna is still on?"
Bruno overheard Josh's private monolog and rushed to make sure the sauna door was open, so the sauna woukd be cold when Josh finished organizing the swim weights on their rack.
A few minutes later dripping wet Josh entered the cool sauna. He thought about turning it back on, but he wanted to get home. So he showered with lots of soap finally pulling Chad off to throughly wash.
As he carried the Speedo out to the Speedo spin dryer, Chad begged Josh to put him on. Josh thought back at the whiny piece of soggy fabric that he was going to spin dry him first. Meanwhile, Bruno had gotten into the locker room electrical room, Josh dropped Chad into the small steel drum, and lowered the lid to activate. The machine whirled and died. Bruno had shut off the breaker.
Josh cursed. He fished Chad out of the suit dryer. He toweled off, and hung Chad in his locker.
"See you, Monday," Josh said as he locked his locker.
Chad was screaming silently in the dark stinky locker. But without skin contact, Josh couldn't hear him.