"Hey, Chad, how you hanging?" asked the big man looming in the locker door frame.
Rod? thought Chad. It was his teammate. The big guy played center or lineman. He could stop two or three rushers, and give Chad the time to make his throw or hand-off and run down field. Chad always thought of him as buddy. A kind of annoying buddy, as almost every time he'd ask Chad to borrow a jockstrap. Everyone knew that anal Chad always had at least one spare jockstrap in his locker or gym bag at any time. They weren't always clean, but that didn't stop Rod from borrowing it. If Chad had only realized that Rod preferred the dirty one's he might have not been as clueless as he was at this moment.
"You're always bitching that I should go get my own strap, and a few times you gave me one of yours to keep, I'd always forget it and borrow another, and return it to you all sweaty after the game or practice. Sometimes after I jacked off in it, but you never got the hint. Now that football's over, I decided I wanted to still hang with you, but I knew that wasn't going to happen, lessen you were going to be hanging between my thighs."
All this talk of jockstraps, Chad was clueless, but hanging between Rod's thighs! He realized he was now Rod's jockstrap. Rod lifted him out of the locker, and carefully turned him over in his hands. He was holding his crush in the palm of his hands. That big tough strong jock stud was reduced to a few ounces of fabric that would soon be wrapped around Rod's manhood. Rod's cock started to get hard. He muttered something about, "Not wanting to waste a drop," and hastily put Chad on.