Cyrus, or Cy as Ryan liked to think of him, found that he had an evening alone – no parents, no siblings, no distractions. Perfect opportunity, Cy decided, to get to know Ryan Standish better.
Or, to be more accurate, get to know the jockstrap better that used to be Ryan Standish. He worried about whether the handsome jock would ever get back to his human body, but Ry appeared to put a lot of faith in the guy named Vinnie. Considering that Vinnie was also responsible for making Ryan into a jockstrap, Cy didn't put the same degree of confidence in Vinnie, but he tried not to let Ry detect any of his doubts as he entered the kitchen to make popcorn for the planned movie marathon.
He had stripped off his other clothes, so Ry got a virtual tour of the Jones household as they moved from Cy's bedroom to the living room with its really awesome entertainment complex, and finally to the kitchen as Cy waited in front of a microwave for a packet of corn to pop.
"So, what do you miss so far?" Cy inquired in their own internal thought mode.
"Miss?" Ry responded, baffled by the question. "Being human, I guess." Although, if he were truthful, he found a deep satisfaction with providing support for Cy's cock and balls.
"No, no, nothing like that," Cy said. "I mean, if it were me, I'd miss cornflakes and milk."
Ry found the statement so apropos of nothing that he didn't attempt a reply. "I mean, my day always sucks if I miss my bowl of cornflakes and milk," Cy said. "Like today, for instance. I didn't have time, and my day really sucked until..."
Ry heard the thoughts trail off. "Until what?"
The microwave beeped. "Ah, popcorn's ready."
"Cy!" Ry thought louder. "What stopped your day from sucking?"
Cy's voice sounded embarrassed. "Well, finding the jockstrap of my dreams sort of helped," Cy said, "but I didn't want to tell you that, because it sort of sounds like your misfortune was my good luck."
"Oh, right." Ry contemplated as he made his cotton pouch tighten around Cy's sweet junk.
Cy fetched a bowl for the freshly popped corn. "I think I have an answer for you," he said as his non-existent nose "smelled" the popcorn. "I miss having a big bowl of buttery, salty popcorn while watching a movie with a cool guy."
Cy chuckled and squeezed his junk through the covering jockstrap. "You say the sweetest things, Ry."
An hour into the first of the "Thor" films, Ry discovered something else. Cy must really like Chris Hemsworth because, from the time the muscle-bound actor appeared as the Norse god, Cy's cock remained at attention, tenting out the front of Ry's jockstrap pouch.
Cy had even dimmed the lights, and in the darkened room he gave his hard-on an occasional grope, grasping both cock and cotton fabric as he pressed them together in strong squeezes. Then the hand would reach for more of the popcorn. Soon enough, Ry felt his cottony body covered with a coating of butter and a dusting of salt. On the other side of the cotton pouch, Cy's active cock leaked a bit of pre-cum leaving Ry at a loss regarding his hungers. Did he want popcorn or cum?
Cy had eavesdropped and gave a mental laugh. "I hope you want cum, because as soon as this movie's over, I want to cream inside you, Ry."
Ry felt a splash of concern followed by rising desire and consuming hunger for more of Cy's cum.
The credits were rolling when...