Cy drifted through the door into the locker room, still wondering what he should do about Ry the jockstrap when Coach McGurk took the decision out of his hands.
"Jones, what are you waiting for? Get that jockstrap off and hand it over," the coach barked in his usual brusque manner.
"What?" Cy asked, becoming aware of someone else other than he and Ry.
"Pull off the jockstrap," the coach said. "It's not yours, so hand it over."
Cy saw that the coach held a large canvas equipment bag in one hand. He reached to a bench and recovered another jockstrap left behind by its previous wearer, adding it to others in the deep bag.
"Oh, I thought I'd wear it home and toss it in the laundry," Cy said. "Save you the trouble."
"Laundry!" Coach McGurk snorted. "From one PE period? Don't be stupid, Jones."
Cy felt a little sick to think that the coach didn't see the hygienic need to wash the worn jocks. As if sensing his revulsion, the coach laughed. "Just blast them with some jock itch spray's all you need."
"But..."
"Jones, don't you have other classes?"
Cy sighed. Ry felt him weakening. "Don't leave me here."
Cy sat on the bench, determined to strip off the jockstrap in front of the coach just to get some payback.
Ry, not wanting to leave Cy, tried to tighten his hug of the youth's cock, which was big even when soft. Ry felt rejected when Cy's hand slipped him off the cock he so didn't want to leave.
The coach at least turned to look the other way, but he could not help but notice the skinny guy's impressive endowment as Cyrus pushed down his shorts and then removed the jockstrap. "Ry," Cy communicated. "I'll come back after class, I swear."
The coach shoved the open canvas bag toward the seated youth. "You did OK out there today, Jones."
Rare praise coming from Coach McGurk. Cy smirked as he pulled up his shorts. "I had a good coach."
The coach frowned and broke eye contact, but he never suspected that Cy meant his jockstrap personal trainer had provided the good coaching. "Just drop in the jockstrap, Jones."
"I'll be back for you," Cy communicated. Ry felt the contact end when Cy let him go to drop into the bag with other lifeless jockstraps.
Coach McGurk headed to his office to let Jones finish getting into his street clothes. He couldn't help but reflect on the kid in the skinny body with the way-too-flamboyant mannerisms coupled with that huge dick. "Shame," he said unkindly. "What a waste."
Inside the equipment bag, Ry got jostled with other jockstraps until in the commotion he got worked to the bottom of the bag, which the coach stashed just outside his office door while he went to his desk to deal with some paperwork.