A few minutes after all the men had blown their loads into Ryan's new boots, they all sat around silently purposely ignoring eye contact.
The door opened. Coach McGurk entered.
"What's going on here? I was expecting Coach Cost, but what are you other guys doing here?"
"Detention? But if you don't need me, I'll high tail it out of here," offered Snake moving toward the exit.
"Now I remember. Sit, Mr. Tyler," said McGurk, "what's your twos excuse. Detention too?"
"No, sir, just here to see our buddy Ryan off," babbled Horst.
"See me off, where?" Ryan asked from behind McGurk.
"In my office, Ryan. And you two zip it, and sit here. Tyler, you're in charge of these two. Make sure they stay put. Coach Cost, please join me and Ryan."
The inner office door closed. Snake stood and grinned maniacally. Seated Horst and Carter were eye to crotch with Snake's swelling bulge.
"I'm in charge. Unlike Coach Cost, I didn't promise not to tell about your shoe job, so best do as you're told if you want to buy my silence."
"What dya want, Snake?" Carter said unhappily.
"Info. What's with Vinnie and Ryan? You know Coach Sal Cost I'd Vinnie Cost's cousin right?"
"They're related?" Carter asked. He was always slow on the uptake.
"Yeah, Vinnie is some sort of gypsy witch. He turned Ryan into a jockstrap, then wore him. Ryan won't even talk about. But Horst and I saw it happen," Horst said.
"Vinnie made us promise not to tell. But you already knew. How?"
"I'm the one asking the questions. But I'll tell you anyway cause Sal Cost seems to be cut of the same cloth as Vinnie. I'm part gypsy, so I can hear transformed guys true voices. Those boots used to be somebody. I cab hear them crying. Somebody Coach Sal has it in for. Why else would he schedule Ryan Stenchfoot for a two week march through the swamp?"
"Ew, when we jerked off into the boots we were actually fucking a couple guys?" Carter asked.
"I think just one. His voice was only coming out of that opening. Guess, it's his mouth, which means the other is probably his ass. Cause when I pulled out, I swear I heard it fart," Snake said.
Horst and Carter were staring at the boots.
"You're joshing us, I don't hear anything."
Snake stuck his middle fingers in his mouth, the shoved a wet finger into the two youth's ears.
"Ew, wet Willie! Wait I hear the boot sobbing! How?"
"Dunno exactly but till your ear dries out, you got gypsy hearing."
"Sweet!" Horst said.
Carter asked, "Who are you? We didn't know you were human when we blew our wads in you. Are you anybody we know?"
"Speak for yourself. Knowing Ryan Standish will be wearing you, I'd fuck you again," Snake said.
There was shouting from inside McGurk's private office.
"Told you Ryan wouldn't take it well," Horst said jabbing Carter in the ribs.
"So what's with the two week hike, you mentioned?"
"Oh, Coach McGurk wants to whip Ryan into shape for baseball season. I overheard that the school district is putting together an all star team with athletes from other schools. Cost will coach that team. The survival hike is supposed to be a bonding exercise for some of the district's athletes. Hey, the way Coach Cost reacted when you said Chad Whatshisname, I bet these boots are Chad." Carter said brightly.
"My thoughts precisely," said Snake. "So boot boy are you Chad?"
Chad was silent.
"Maybe he's still hungry?" Snake suggested whipping his cock out. He shoved it in the shoe that started to protest. He tossed the other boot between Horst and Carter, "which one wants tail?"