"Chad?" Brad asked looking down at his naked kid brother's quivering body. Chad looked like he was on the verge of orgasm, but his features looked strained like he was trying to change. Brad snickered. His kid bro always did need direction.
Chad looked up at Brad's boner, and focused on it instead of Brad's eyes.
"Yo, Chad, I see you like cradling guy's balls. Mine could do with some cradling too."
"Hm,mm, uh,huh?" Chad moaned.
"I always have to spell it out for you, don't I?" Brad sighed, "Braddy needs a new jockstrap, Chad. Be my jockstrap."
Chad opened his mouth as if to say no, but his tan instantly faded, and his head flew upward and his mouth swallowed Brad's boner.
Chad said, "Nnnaauggah, ummm, ogh" before he shrank into ribbed beige fabric and flowed inside Brad's jeans. Brad could feel warm cotton and spandex straps wrapping around his thighs and waist. The tented ribbed pouch bent Brad's cock as it tried to pull Brad's manhood back into his jeans. Brad's knees buckled, and he blew his load into Chad, as he fell backwards onto Chad's bed.
"Aah, and a BJ to boot. Heh, heh, well, bro, you always said you wanted to be the ultimate jock now it looks like you are."
Brad lay there a couple minutes. Chad remained silent. Brad sat up and tugged at his pouch, "Aw, you really are just a jock. Well, since I don't have to babysit my kid bro all week, I think Ill have some fun."
Brad got up, zipped up, and headed out.