Inside the box, Chad found a worn jockstrap with obvious cum stains on it. Chad lifted it up to smell fabric; it was heavy with the odor of sweat and cum.
"Whatever Karen wants; I won't have it on long anyway," Chad said to himself.
He removed his shorts and underwear revealing a perfect patch of blond pubes encircling his manhood, which at 9 1/2 inches long put all the other guys in the locker room to shame. Resembling a coke-bottle in both length and girth, his cock had left many hot virgins at his school in pain.
Not to his surprise, the jockstrap barely held his meat; his pubes simply were left exposed making him look all the more masculine.
He put on his gym shorts and football jersey and walked to the field house.
After unlocking the door, Chad walked inside the field house. This storage room was only a field house in name; in reality, it was a external storage area that couldn't be accessed from inside the gym. Chad had never been in this room before.
"Hello, . . . Karen," Chad called out to no answer.
"I guess I'm early," Chad said to himself.
Chad noticed the room was rather empty save several boxes on the floor and an old chalkboard in the middle of the room. On the chalkboard there was written a down arrow. Chad was confused at first; the chalk was fresh so he assumed that Karen must be leaving him instructions.
Chad turned around the corner of the chalkboard and saw an open door. . .