Chris sat down on the floor, and burst into tears. He couldn't go home like this. No way in hell would his boyfriend believe him.
"Hey," said Charles. "No, no... don't cry... What's wrong?"
"I..." said Chris blubbering. "I can't go home like this... My boyfriend would laugh in my face..."
"Well, maybe we should try to figure this out," said Charles trying to calm Chris down. "Let's think back on anything that may have caused this."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, and finally an idea popped into little Chris's head.
"What about that lube?" he said, wiping tears off his face. "Where did it come from?"
"Yeah..." Charles said. "That was odd. Do you think someone left it there on purpose?"
"Like they know what it did or something?" asked Chris.
"Yeah," answered Charles. "We just have to find out who..."
"There was a guy in here earlier, wasn't there?" Chris inquired.
"Yeah," replied Charles. "But he left right after we came in. We have to find him."
Chris gets up off the floor, and Charles gets off the bench. They grab the 'lube' and go to shower and get dressed. On their way they see a man standing in the hallway at the end. It appeared as if he had been waiting for them. He didn't see them yet. They snuck into the locker room to have a quick shower, then they were going to try and sneak up on him.
Chris was lucky he had brought a belt with him. After their shower they got dressed. Charles clothes fit him nice and snug, while Chris's clothes were extremely large, and baggy for his teenage frame. They go to leave the locker room, and...