Cy reflected on the strangeness of the chain of events that had led to his relaxing in the school's sauna wearing only a jockstrap, which happened to have been one of the biggest jerks among the crowd of jocks always looking to rag on Cy for being gay.
Cy inhaled deeply, taking in the warm air, as the jockstrap managed to show his cock a good time by simply alternating between tightening and relaxing around Cy's sizable package. Ryan loved the sensations as Cy's cock hardened and pushed against the fabric of Ryan's jockstrap form.
Cy moaned softly, amazed that a sentient jockstrap could muster the means to tease his cock.
Ryan felt positively giddy with discovery. Who knew skinny Cy Jones packed such a huge dick?
"You never asked." Cy's thoughts popped into Ryan's awareness.
"Stop that," Ryan said weakly.
"Stop what?" Cy asked, laughing.
Ryan tasted a salty liquid as pre-cum from the mushroom head of Cy's monster dick soaked into the pouch of the jockstrap. "Ohmygod! I'm so hungry. More. Please, more."
"Oh, you're going to get more," Cy promised. His fingers found their way to the pouch and groped his swollen meat that was surrounded by Ryan's fabric form.
"Ohhhhhhh," Ryan moaned mindlessly. He wasn't gay. Cy's gay. I'm Cy's jockstrap boyfriend. I'm Ry. I'm gay, too. Aren't I?
"Do you have to keep questioning every little thing?" Cy groaned as he felt his aching hard-on strain the bounds of decency as it filled the pouch. "Just enjoy."
Ry tasted more pre-cum as Cy's cock soaked the pouch as Cy beat harder, keeping his cock surrounded by as much of Ry's fabric pouch as he could manage.
Cy's thoughts leaked out as he let his own guard down as he edged closer to exploding his monster dick. Ry picked up a stream of disjointed images of naked guys and big, dripping cocks swinging between muscled thighs. He felt twinges of jealousy.
"They're just jack-off material," Cy explained, fully alert to Ry's detection of his every thought, his every fantasy. "Pictures I find online."
"Let me... take your hand away," Ry begged. "I want to get you off."
Reluctantly... Cy was immensely enjoying jacking off his huge cock inside the jockstrap... Cy complied. He wondered if Ry, being only a jockstrap, could deliver.
Ry heard Cy think of him as only a jockstrap, and it hurt his feelings.
"I'm sorry," Cy said quickly. "You know what I mean."
Ryan growled as he strained imaginary muscles to force his fabric form to embrace and huge Cy's junk. It must be working. He heard Cy groan.
Ry kept hugging the hard cock tighter...harder...
"Oh fuck, Ry, I'm cumming...ohFUCK!"
Cy exploded as Ry squeezed his tight-fitting jockstrap form around Cy's thick cock. A heavy load surged from Cy's big balls, soaking into the pouch until the saturated fabric could not deal with any more of Cy's cum... but the big-dicked twink kept cumming... and cumming. Every time he felt Ry flex around him, more cum erupted from the head of the huge cock.
Ry felt blissful, floating in a warm, sticky cloud. He heard laughter. Cy laughed harder and harder as he peeled off the cum-soaked jockstrap to reveal his slowly deflating monster.
"OhmygodRy." Cy pushed his words rapidly into the overloaded brain of Ry the jockstrap. "ThatWasTheBest...WhatWasIt?" He tried to classify what Ry had done. "A handjob?"
Ry tried to speak but more cum soaked deeper into the fabric. He felt what had been an all-consuming hunger begin to ease, but he felt alarmed as Cy removed him.
"No! Don't! Why?"
"Relax," Cy reassured the antsy jockstrap. "You've made a big mess, Ry. I will take you home, wash you, and be wearing you again in no time."
"Wash me?" Ry asked. "Like laundry?"
"Well, you are a jockstrap now... and a messy one," Cy said. He laughed again as some of his cooling load dripped from Ry's saturated form and landed on the tiles.
Ry felt nervous, but his lover sensed it.
"I won't let anything happen to you, Ry," Cy promised.
Ry felt better. He hated that he had ever been unkind to Cy. It was worth becoming a jockstrap to find out more about Cy. He knew that Cy would not let him down.