Chad opens the box and pulls out a 45 inch long shoestring or drawstring, and mutters with a wicked smile, "Wear just this?" He snickers, and puts it back in the box. He adds, "Okay."
He puts the box into his backpack. The rest of the day drags on, and his anxiously awaits the end of school, and a chance to meet the hot chick who sent him a string to wear. A lunch, Chad barely tastes his sandwich as he chows down at one of the picnic tables. Suddenly, a muscular arm drapes across his shoulders, and there's a strong smell of chlorine, and the bare arm across his back is damp. He turns and first thing he notices is that the guy sitting way to close to him is practically naked. except for his black Speedo. It's not just a Speedo, but a loose drag suit for training, and the dude is sporting major wood. He looks up at the guy's face. It's Bruno.
"Gut oof me youfag gut," Chad says with his mouth full.
"Oh, Chad, you sure you want to make a scene and let everyone see you with me and my boner? Besides, I'm just here to invite you to join my team," Bruno says.
"Which team?" Chad asks cautiously. Bruno is on the swim team and diving team, and maybe something else. Though Chad suspects the dude is coming on to him, but he didn't think Bruno was gay. Maybe he's bi?
"Actually, Chad, I'd like you to be on the swim team. We got a competition this weekend," Bruno said, his arm squeezed Chad as he said Chad's name.
"Please, Bruno, I'm trying to eat. And while, I'm flattered, there's no way I'd be ready for a swim meet tomorrow or Sunday," Chad answered pushing Bruno's hand off his shoulder.
Bruno laughed, "I bet I could get you ready this afternoon. Come to the Natatorium at 4 PM."
"Uh, sorry, Bruno, I've got a date at four," Chad said.
"Ah, I bet you do. Tell you what, after your date will you come to the pool?" Bruno said as he got up from the bench.
Chad was mortified as the boner seemed even more pronounced in the stretched Spandex. Fortunately, Bruno was facing Chad, and Chad was on the far side of the quad. No one but Chad could see this, unless he turned around. Bruno moved behind Chad and started massaging Chad's tense shoulders. Bruno's body pressed against the back of Chad's shirt. The massage felt good.
Chad said, "Sure, yeah, if I have time, I will go to the pool."
A couple minutes later, Chad was alone with what was left of his sandwich. Bruno finished his massage, and said, "See you this afternoon."
A hand on his shoulder, Chad thought Bruno had come back, so he said, "Bruno, I-"
"Not Bruno, Chad, it's Rick," said his football teammate sitting down.
"Oh, Bruno was just trying to get me to join the swim team."
Rick laughed, "Well, that explains the wet penis shape on the back of your shirt."
Chad looked panicked, and turned left and right trying to see the back of his shirt.
"It's a hot day, it'll just be a couple of wet spots in a few minutes. So are you going to join the swim team? Football season is over," Rick said.
"Yeah, but I'm on the water polo team already, and I've- I told Bruno I'd think about it."
"I told Bruno, the only way I'd join the swim team was if you were on the team with me." Rick put his arm across Chad's back, grabbed his arm and squeezed. He moved his arm up and down. "This might help dry Bruno's penis print," he added.
All this touching was getting Chad horny. Too bad it was guys hugging him. He just hoped Sinclair would be as active with her hands today at 4PM.
"Anyway, Chad, I got an extra sports drink, and thought I shouldn't drink alone," Rick said pulling a couple bottles of sports ade out of his backpack. He handed Chad the blue one, unscrewing the cap as he did so. He kept the orange one for himself, he tapped the bottle in Chad's hand with his bottle and said, "Cheers!"
"Cheers," answered Chad scrunching forward on the bench to conceal his boner under the picnic table.
Rick didn't have much to say, but he seemed focused on Chad finishing his drink. Once Chad had swallowed the last drop, Rick got up and hit Chad on the back, "See you later."
Chad finished his lunch, and continued to sit there. His boner seemed even more intense. He took a book out of his backpack and tried to read. His boners usually didn't last that long. He still had a boner when the bell sounded announcing the end of lunch. Carrying his backpack in front of him, Chad headed to his next class. Three hours later, Chad was still hard, and it was time for his rendezvous at the Field House. He walked awkwardly carrying his backpack in front of him. After using the key, Chad stripped down, and pulled the string out of his backpack. He thought about tying it around his neck, but his boner gave him another idea. He put the string around his waist, and then tied the string around the base of his cock with a big bow to make his dick look sort of like a present.
He heard the door behind him, and spun around. His jaw dropped...