"It's just candy, Chad, but you're still a were-jock and guess who's wearing you tonight?," Rick said as Chad swallowed the candy with a gulp.
Chad had that hollow feeling inside again. He opened his mouth warm air came out but no words. He felt himself falling. Rick's palm came up and caught him. Rick slid his index finger between the straps and spun Chad around his finger.
"Wanted to make sure you were all washed and clean before putting you on," Rick whispered to the jockstrap, "Now just spin drying, cause you were a bit damp."
Chad wanted to heave after being spun so violently, at least Rick air dried him. He hated to think what it would be like in a dryer. At last Rick stopped, long after Chad was completely dry. Then he pulled off his clothes, and put Chad on.
"EW!" Chad gasped as he got a whiff of Rick's crotch as he was snapped into place. "When was the last time you showered?"
"Last week, Chad. Last week. My date likes me stanky."
"But you waited until I washed? Why put a clean jock on a dirty one?"
"Oh, crap, Chad, stop moving your lips or I'll blow my load before I even get to my date's. No worries after this long weekend, you'll be good and stanky."
Chad thought, instead of speaking, Long weekend? But Monday was the holiday, and it's only Thursday?
"School holidays are great, Rod. We get a three-day week, so the teachers can have their conferences on Friday," Rick said as Rod came by, while still answering Chad.
"Yeah, it seems kinda lame, why didn't they do it last Friday, and then we would've had a four day weekend?" Rod said. "You seen Chad, I need to talk to him."
Rick couldn't help but look down at where his jockstrap band was showing over his jeans waistband. Rod giggled, "Yeah, right! Good joke! If you see him, tell me I wanna talk to him."
"Will do."