Horst's phone pinged. Text message.
It was Carter.
At basement door - read the message.
Ping.
Any word on RS? - read the next message.
Horst grabbed his shorts, and a towel and ran down to the basement.
"Hurry up, Carter, get in here. It's cold outside, " Horst said holding the door open wearing only his bedazzled jockstrap.
"Whoa! What's with the new jockstrap?"
"It's not new. Ended up in the wash with red clothing, it turned pink, so I dyed it. I guess I figured I want my jockstrap to be unique in case Vinnie turns me into my own jockstrap."
"Vinnie turned Ryan into Vinnie's jockstrap not Ryan's, " Carter noted.
Horst led the way to the furnace room. There was a weight bench and a set of weights. It was like a sauna in the tiny room. It was where Horst, Carter and Standish practiced their version of Hot Yoga. They worked out every Saturday morning wearing only their jockstraps in Horst's basement furnace room gym. They usually ended with a circle jerk.
They began their weekly workout. Carter stripped down to his jockstrap, and spotted Horst as he lay on the bench. They took turns doping reps and spotting each other, mostly in silence.
Finally, they finished. It was a record fast time, but then there were only two instead of three.
"It feels weird to workout with Ryan," sighed Carter.
"Oh, Carter, Ryan's with us," Horst said adjusting the purple pouch of his jockstrap. Horst smiled, and added, "he's with us in spirit. Let's see how many loads we can blow in Ryan- Ryan's honor."
Ryan was soon swimming in Horst's loads. He was gagging, gulping and gasping and finally, passing out.
Slick with sweat from working out in the furnace room and jerking off, Horst sat up on the weight bench. He reached down and put his hand on Carter's shoulder, and pulled him up into a seated position. He had been lying and jerking off on a rubber mat.
"Let's go over to Vinnie's to see how he's doing with Ryan."