Bob ducked into the empty coach's office, and snagged the key to fieldhouse off the hook under the desk. Most
people didn't know it was there. Then he ran to the field house anxious to try out his new Chad toy in the
privacy of the Field House. He scanned the empty field to make sure no one was around, and unlocked the metal
door, and entered the Field House. He carefully locked the door behind himself. The natural light was waning,
so he took out his pocket flashlight, and headed to the brightest part of the Field House. He grinned as he
saw the pile of Chad's stuff folded on the ground. He set down his bag and went through Chad's stuff. He
pulled out his wallet, and went through it. He extracted the $100 bill that was stashed in the secret
compartment, and pocketed Chad's "21" Driver's license. He started to put the wallet back, and then he thought
about finger prints. So he shoved the wallet into his pocket, and shoved all of Chad's gear into Chad's half
empty bag. He then grabbed a folded tarp and unfolded it. He took Chad out and unrolled him on the tarp. He
was sure he saw the facial features twitch slightly and the whole deflated balloon boy wiggled a bit more than
it should have. Chad was alive and conscious, but without air, he wasn't able to move much. Bob chuckled. He
slipped a flask out of his own pack and took a swig. Then he lay down on the tarp next to Chad.
"So Chad, you come here often? I know you were here this afternoon," he picked up the empty rubber skin with
one hand and shook it, "Hard to believe a few hours ago you were a man like me."
He tilted Chad's head so he could see Bob's crotch.
"I never thought having a guy as a sex toy would be a turn on, but it sure is. Do you think if I was the
inflatable man, you'd be popping a boner too? Or is it just me? Well, we'll see if you're still a turn on
after the novelty wears off." He pulled off his shoes and jeans. He cradled limp Chad in his arms, and pulled
off his t-shirt and boxers.