As Lou returned to home base, the 12 year old couldn't help but think that his brother's jockstrap fit perfectly. It was holding his growing cock and balls so well as he walked back to the dugout. Perhaps his grams had mistaken and this was really his jockstrap, after all Vinnie did have a tendency to grab a jockstrap every once in a while to have one that was tighter. He may be 12, but he did notice a lot. He absent mindedly gripped his cock and strap and adjusted as he felt himself get slightly hard again.
Ryan was not enjoying this experience at all, he had been stuck as a jockstrap all day and it just seemed to get worse and worse. He thought being turned into a jockstrap by Vinnie and then worn and cum into would be enough, but no he just had to pass out and find himself around the waist of Vinnie's younger brother as well. Ugh, throughout the whole game he would get semi-hard and press into him even further. It was turning into an endless cycle.
As the game ended, Lou went into the school locker room with his teammates. He like many of them had taken to wearing their jockstraps into the showers to make sure they didn't get misplaced with someone else's. It's not like they won't be getting washed when we get home anyway he thought. As he stepped under the hot water he saw he was hard again, he reached down and started to rub on the outside of the jock.
Vinnie was never very subtle when he jerked off, and as a result of that Lou had learned about it much earlier than normal. He was even shooting now! He had actually made it a tradition to jerk out a couple loads after each game to release tension. Glug! Glug! Glug! Ryan could barely keep up with all the cum that was shooting into him, causing him to become more and more dazed by the moment.
Lou breathed deeply as he shot his 4th load into the strap. That was more impressive than usual he thought in awe. He wondered if it somehow had something to do with the different brand of jockstrap this one was. He leaned down and took the jockstrap off for a minute to rinse it and dry it at the hand dryers. Hmm, no name on the strap he noticed as he put the jockstrap back on and walked to his locker. Perhaps I should have grams put my name on it when I get home, he thought as he pulled up his pants sealing Ryan back up once again.