Carter carried both packs into the locker room. He shoved them both into a locker, and proceeded to take off his clothes. When he was naked, he almost went to shower. He looked at the legstrap sticking out of crumpled up jeans in the locker. That could have been him. Hell, Horst wanted it to be him. Sick bastard, he thought, I'll wear him in the sauna.
He pulled the strap out and examined it. He smiled at Horst's face embedded in the pouch. He locked his locker, and held Horst so that he could see himself in the mirror as Carter put him on.
"Now you see him, now you don't," Carter said with a snicker.
Last period was.reserved for team sports, so the locker room was pretty deserted. Everyone else was.on the field, in the pool or in the gym. Carter stopped.as he walked by coach Martinez office door. It was.closed. He leaned in to listen.
"Oh, uh, uh,uh, uh,uh,uh aaaaaaaaah! Yeah, eat it all up, chaddy. I bet you 've already absorbed your current weight in cum. You're well on your way to being my jock pussy boy forever. Well , time to check in on the swim team. I wonder if Vinnie decided to turn Horst and Carter into Speedos?"
Yikes! Carter hurried on to the sauna. He didn't want to be on the swim team as a Speedo.
Horst had worries of his own. He blathered on about not really wanting to wear Carter, and about how jerking off into him would be rude and unkind, and he would never have jerked off into Carter. But the new jockstrap didn't realize that both what he was thinking as well as what he was saying were both shared with his wearer's mind. So in.spite of Horst's protestations, Carter knew that Horst was whining that Carter should be his jockstrap.
As Carter furiously jerked off into Horst the jockstrap Hors t kept.imagining that he was wearing Carter as his jockstrap. Both were soon exhausted, and sweaty. Carter let the.sauna bake both of them dry. Horst was silent due to humiliation, shock or maybe he fell asleep?
When he left the sauna, Carter paused to check.himself out in the mirror.