One minute Chad was lying on the locker room floor naked with all the air knocked out of him, and the next minute he was dangling about 50 feet off the ground in a giant Todd's hand. It took a moment for Chad to realize the jockstrap reflecting in Todd's eyes was him. Coach swatted Todd in the head, and without thinking Todd put Chad on and suited up for basketball practice. Chad was horrified wrapped around Todd's manhood, and waist, and hugging his butt. So fricking weird. Chad swallowed, er absorbed all the fluids that filled the jockstrap. Mostly it was sweat, but a couple times, Todd got hard and leaked precum into Chad. The first fifteen minutes of basketball practice, Chad was beside himself. He could only catch glimpses of feet running on the wooden gym floor through the leg openings of Todd's basketball shorts. He could hear voices, and feel bodies as they collided. Coach admonished the players that basketball was not a contact sport, but the next minute, he was yelling to hit the other player harder, but make it look like an accident. Then Todd made a wisecrack, at least that was what coach said, Chad didn't think it was as much a wisecrack as an observation, but now Todd was running laps, and Chad was eating up his delicious sweat. Chad forgot about being the stud quarterback. He was Todd's athletic supporter, and he was going to be the best damn athletic supporter he could be.
The guys were lounging in the hot sauna, and somebody mentioned Chad's secret admirer. Chad tensed up, as he remembered he wasn't Todd's jockstrap, at least not always. He had been the "stuck up quarterback." Did they really think he was "stuck up"? He didn't realize that his tightening, was making Todd's cock harden. The ramifications of throwing wood in a sauna with a bunch of naked guys didn't occur to Chad. He now had cotton for brains, so he did have an excuse.
Todd leapt up and out of the sauna. He was sporting major wood before he reached his locker, but everyone else was behind him, so they couldn't see. He pulled on his sweat pants and hoodie, socks and shoes, and headed for the locker room exit. He couldn't run too fast with a boner caught in his jockstrap pouch, so he soon ended up dropping toward the rear of the basketball players as they ran toward the field house. Chad struggled to work his waistband upward to peek over Todd's sweat pants. He wanted to see who did this to him.