Coach Thomas startled at the sound of a loud pounding against the bathroom door. “You almost done in there, bro?” Thomas recognized the voice of Graham, one of the players from his team. “If I am stuck out here much longer, I'm gonna piss myself.”
Thomas took a look around the bathroom, realizing for the first time his surroundings were unfamiliar to him. This wasn't the bathroom in his apartment at home, and he wasn't in the campus shower rooms either. Where the hell was he and how had he gotten there?
“Yo, is someone there or do I gotta break this damn door down?” Graham's impatience was quickly turning into anger as the knocking continued.
Thomas didn't have a clue on what the hell was going on, but he knew that one of his students walking in on him in the shower could only make things worse. Not sure what else to do, Thomas shouted “Give me a minute!” through the door. He held his breath, hoping that Graham wouldn't be able to recognize his voice. After a silence that felt like an eternity to Thomas, he heard Graham mutter something angrily beneath his breath before he shuffled away from the bathroom. Thomas let out a sigh of relief; the immediate crisis had been averted, but he was not in the clear yet.
Thomas cranked off the shower and stepped out, grabbing the towel off the nearby rack to dry himself off. As he toweled himself, he tried to remember how he'd ended up in this situation. The last thing he could recall was his ill advised decision to try on Chase's underwear back in the locker room. Now he was naked and stepping out of the shower in his student's house. Had he blacked out? Thomas hoped this incident wasn't a sign of his health deteriorating.
Relatively dry, Thomas wrapped the towel around his waist. He crept over to the bathroom door, pressing his ear against it to hear outside. There was the distant sound of men conversing, but it didn't sound like there was anyone nearby. Hoping that the coast was clear, he grabbed the handle and slowly opened the door, gritting his teeth as the hinges loudly creaked. He peaked his head out into the hallway, happy to see it was indeed empty.
Thomas noticed that the door opposite the bathroom was open and the light was turned off. With any luck, that meant it was vacant. He quickly darted out of the bathroom and across the hall into the open bedroom. He shut the door behind him, doing a quick scan of the room. Looking out the window, it was evident that he was on the second floor of the house. He considered trying to jump out the window, but realized he wasn't going to get far until he found something to wear.
Thomas noticed a pile of discarded clothes messily strewn on the bed. Upon a closer look, he recognized his shorts and shirt he'd been wearing earlier in the locker room. He also recognized Chase's bright yellow briefs from earlier, but they were now soiled with cum.
“Hope that wasn't me…” Thomas thought aloud. This night was just getting stranger and stranger. Why were his clothes in this bedroom he'd never been in before? “What the hell is going on?” Thomas asked himself, shaking his head in disbelief. This whole experience felt like a dream.
There would be time to figure out everything later, but for now Thomas was still hoping to escape from the house undetected. He figured he'd might as well put back on his clothes from earlier, as he knew they'd fit. Thomas slid off the towel from around his waist, leaving him completely naked. As he reached for his shorts, he heard the bedroom door open behind him. Startled, Thomas spun around to find Chase standing in the bedroom doorway. The young man stared at Thomas, his shock evident.
“Coach?” Chase asked in disbelief.
“Chase! I know this is strange, but it isn't what it looks like,” Thomas sputtered desperately, holding his hands in front of himself to cover his crotch.
“Well, that's good,” Chase chuckled nervously, taking a step backwards. “Because to me, it looks like my Coach is naked in my bedroom.”