Thad lay in bed for hours, he couldn't sleep. All he could do was think about Chad hanging in his dark locker. He was horny as hell, but he couldn't cum. He needed his Speedo. It was 3 am, when he put on his running gear - sans jockstrap, and headed for the high school locker room. Thad walked around the locked athletic building at least 3 times. His thin nylon shorts were sorely tented. Then he noticed a light in one of the basement windows. He lifted the metal grating, and dropped into the window well. He pushed on the window and it moved. It was a tight fit, but he made it. Thad found himself in some sort of store room. It was filled with mannequins, football tackle dummies and various football gear. A lot of the stuff was covered with dust, but there was a shiny gym bag and a heap of clothing just inside the door. He picked up the letterman's jacket. It belonged to Chad. All his equipment was there. His pads, jersey, helmet jockstraps. Thad flipped through Chad's backpack, and found his phone. He turned it on and checked out the photos. The album showed a lot of selfies, but the last photo was of a Speedo hanging in a locker. Thad knew it was his locker. He looked at the guy's life in his hands. He scratched his balls, and took the phone with him. He opened the door, and checked the hallway. He found the stairs up into the locker room, and blocked the door, so he could get back down.
Meanwhile, Chad had been hanging awake in Thad's locker for at least 3 hours. It was hard to tell in the cold, dark,stinky tomb that he called home now. Chad had initially been furious. He was still angry. Angry at Rick and Bruno, but also angry at himself. He felt bad about the way he had abused Thad. It wasn't his fault that Chad was Speedo. Chad inhaled the sweet musky scent from Thad's underwear hanging next to him. He was grateful to Thad for leaving that pair. He wanted to apologize to Thad. He never wanted to be apart from Thad again. He felt weird. He would give up being human to be with Thad. Damn, he would miss being human. It probably was the cum talking. Something about that wicked spell that Rick and Bruno had placed on him. Damn, he was thirsty for Thad's cum, but he couldn't allow himself to drink again. No, there had to be a way out of this that would allow him to be human and have a close relationship with Thad too. But how? He hadn't studied magic at school, it was too lame. Maybe? One of those Goth guys might know how to break this curse? That is if he could convince Thad to talk to one of them. Chad heard someone at the locker working the combo, there was a click. Then the door opened.
Thad was sure that a janitor was somewhere about, but he didn't see or hear anyone as he approached his locker. Carefully, Thad worked the combination on his locker. It clicked.