After gym class ended, I showered, and opened my locker. Ryan was hanging right where I left him. I couldn't remember any football stats now, I tried, as I was getting hard again. I pushed my wiener down and adjusted my towel.
"Okay, Vinnie," said Horst breathing his hot garlicky breath down my neck, "Carter and I think that you've had enough fun. Turn Ryan back or we're telling coach what you did!"
Always threatening. I shook my head. I fingered my medallion. I figured that this had to be the source of the power that transformed Wad-hugger (as I have renamed Ryan, I may pick another name later).
"You want me to give Wad-hugger a pass?" I said turning around and reflecting the light of my medallion in Horst's eyes.
"Wadhugger?" Carter asked nervously. Evidently he wasn't as brash or stupid as Horst obviously was. They had just seen their big stud buddy changed into a wimp's jockstrap less than an hour ago, and here Horst was begging for the same fate. Hm, I wondered, Carter was staring at my face, but Horst's eyes were elsewhere. I wonder. I turned my attention back to Horst. He was standing there with his mouth gaping open, and his eyes unfixed. Drool started to form in the corner of his mouth. Damn, this medallion is powerful.
"Wadhugger is Ryan's nickname because the gay s.o.b. likes to hug other guys' wads, remember?"
"Yeah, Ryan is a gay s.o.b., that's why we call him Wadhugger," droned Horst.
"Huh? Ryan's not gay. And we never called him Wad-hugger," said Carter in an even more nervous and confused voice.