Carter and Horst returned to the sauna together.
"I can't believe you left him there alone," complained Carter, "What
if somebody -"
He shut up as a big burly guy wearing only a tiny jockstrap pushed
pass them as they walked down the tiled corridor to the sauna. Carter
and Horst felt the cold of the tile wall on their backsides and felt
the heat radiating from the giant bear of man moving like a juggernaut
pass them.
They stepped back into the corridor, glanced over their shoulders,
then looked at each other, and rolled their eyes and laughed.
"We don't want to keep Ryan waiting do we," said Horst.
They entered the sauna, and Carter reached for the twisted wadded up
jockstrap lying on the floor.
"Hey, I left it on the railing," said Horst.
Carter held the stinky old stretched out stained jockstrap out at
arm's length as he shook it out.
"Dang, what did you do to him, Horst?" asked Carter incredulously.
"Uh, nothing much, I just jacked off in him. I swear he didn't look
like that when I left him, I swear!" protested Horst.
"Maybe he's changing back? He seems bigger than before?" Carter said
uncertainly.
Just then Rick the facilities' manager and part time coach stuck his
head in.
"Just making my rounds, boys," he said looking around the sauna. "Ew,
what you got there?" he asked glancing at the two naked youths holding
the dirty extra large jockstrap between them.
"Uh, we found it in here on the floor," blurted out Carter.
"Uh, huh, well, looks like Bruno Gaiman finally took off that stinky
old jockstrap of his, or maybe the elastic finally gave out and it
fell off," laughed Rick, "You know I swear that guy must've worn that
jockstrap everyday for at least three years. I've seen him showering
in it, and in the toilet wearing it, and even dancing at Micky's - uh,
or so I've heard."
He cleared his throat, and said, "Well, the sauna looks okay. If
you're done playing with Bruno's jockstrap, I'll throw it in the lost
and found in case Bruno comes looking for it." He wrote the day's
date and time on the checklist attached to his clipboard, tucked the
pencil back under the clip and extended his hand for the jockstrap.