Matt was freaking. He was totally self conscious. He was naked, Nick was naked. Well, naked except for Matt the jock's jock. Instead of pulling on shorts over Nick as he did before, Nick just strutted around the locker room talking to his buddies. Nick thought at Matt, "Wait until the weight room. It's team only, and it's completely inside the locker room. Some guys work out naked, I always wear a jock. Don't want a groin injury."ⁿ⁰
He was half hard when Matt appeared on him, now his chubby was raging hard inside the tight mesh living pouch. Matt was sobbing, which was a real turn on for Nick.
He ducked into the empty sauna. "Whoa, take it easy, Matt. Yo4u got me so worked up, I need to squeeze one out before I hit the team weight room."
"Wait, Nick. Ugh, oof, aah, oogh..."
Nick was hard at work manipulating the pouch around his cock as he jerked off.
"Aaaaah! Tha's bettah!" Sighed Nick.
Matt gagged and swallowed. He was strangely silent, as Nick's cock softened inside him.
Nick stretched back on the bench muttering something about being dry in a few minutes. Matt remained silent doing his best not to think, lest his thoughts betray him. Nick chuckled softly, he could get used to this. He thought, "Yeah, Matt's the best athletic supporter I've had. Wouldn't mind having him permanently." He sensed the jockstrap pouch tighten, Matt heard his thought. So Nick added, "of course, that would be if he passed muster after a week or two. Then I might consider letting him be my jock permanently." His thought got the desired response. Matt was indignant, why wouldn't the big dumb jock want Matt as his jockstrap permanently?
Nick stopped by his locker grabbed his phone and earbuds. He was listening to history questions to prep for an exam.
"Select the dynastic reigns in chronological order:
"A) Carolingian, Burbon, Merovingian
"B) Merovingian, Carolingian, Burbon
"C) Burbon, Merovingian, Carolingian
" or D) Burbon, Carolingian, Merovingian." the recording asked.
Nick bit his lip, and muttered "C, right? It's gotta be C"
"Nope, it's B. The Merovingians were before Charlemagne, and the Burbons were after," Matt interjected.
"Okay, but what about the Carolingians," Nick asked.
"Charlemagne and his descendants are the Carolingians," Matt thought in an exasperated tone.
While lifting weights, Nick worked up quite a sweat. Matt's tutoring in response to the exam prep questions really helped Nick understand French History better. Matt elaborated on Napoleon's Corsican background, and how he came to declare himself emperor. Matt made history more interesting.
He wore Matt into the shower room. Lathered up, then peeled the wet sudsy jockstrap off and used it as a washcloth to scrub his sweaty body. Then he set the soggy strap on the shower floor. Matt felt dizzy, and suddenly, he was naked, human and falling in the shower. Nick caught him, and started rubbing liquid soap on Matt.
"What are you doing?"
"Washing my jockstrap, what did you think I was doing?"
"Ooh, um, ooh," gasped Matt as he felt Nick's big warm naked body against his back as Nick's hands lathered up Matt's chest, arms and crotch. Then he guided Matt under the shower to rinse.
"I can take it from here," Matt said.
"Right. I'll get us some towels," Nick said leaving Matt alone in the shower.
Matt shuddered. He scrubbed himself raw. He felt so dirty. His naked body was red as he exited the shower room.
Nick was waiting in the hallway outside with a warm towel. Matt dried off, and he noticed Nick was dry and still naked, and didn't have a towel of his own.
"Uh, Nick?"
"Oh, I always put my jockstrap on first before the rest of my clothes, remember?"
Matt opened his mouth to reply, the Chronovac changed and transported him before he could speak. Nick snapped his waistband and hurried back to his locker to dress for class.