SPLOOGE!
Rod's copious cum saturated the mesh cotton and spandex that was Chad. He peeled Chad off him, and dropped the sticky in mess into the lost and found bin which Rick had already searched. He tossed Chad's jockstrap into his locker to wear at the next practice. If he was lucky, Chad would be stuck wearing the small cumsoaked one he had to wear to practice today.
Chad lay there with the other discarded garments. Lone sweat stocks, torn shorts and stained tees and the stray jockstrap or three. He wondered what happened to stuff in the lost and found. The locker room was soon plunged into darkness. Alone, in the stinky bin Chad fell asleep.