"Well, now that I've got the whole week to myself. I might as well get comfy," Brad said to himself as he headed down to the basement. He grabbed the remote, and switched to a porn channel. He had figured out his parent's v-chip code when he was in middle school, and they never changed. He peeled off his clothing, and flopped down in the recliner wearing only his jockstrap. He leaned back, squeezed his bulge, and said, "Bro, if I hadn't witnessed your transformation, I'd never have believed it. But I did. Heh, heh, damn you are the most comfortable jock I've ever worn. Now to test your absorbency. Ooh, I've seen this one before. The college football star scores with his crosstown rival's girlfriend. Then while he's humping her in her boyfriend's bed, the boyfriend comes home, and joins the two in bed. The star player ends up as the meat in a fucking sandwich. I blow my load every time I see his cherry get popped."
Brad unscrewed the top off the bottle of beer that he'd gotten from the 8 pack in the basement fridge. After a couple swigs, Brad grabbed his jockstrap pouch and started massaging himself in time with the jock on the screen thrusting into the naked cheerleader. Just then the boyfriend came home. The cheerleader opened her mouth when she saw him, but he put his finger to his lips, and started to strip. Brad took another gulp dripping beer on his pouch. The music on the screen got faster. The bigger boyfriend snuck up behind the jock plowing his girlfriend. He turned toward the camera, so Brad could see his 14 inch monster cock.
Brad said, "Yes!"
Boyfriend joined the dog pile. The stud turned meat, and yowled as he looked over his shoulder as the boyfriend popped his cherry.
Brad blew his load.
The trio on the screen continued to fuck each other like synchronized swimmers as a knock of the Reflex played in the background.
Brad drained his bottle, and opened a second one.
Chad was oblivious. He was unaware that he was his brother Brad's jockstrap now, and probably would be for the rest of the week.
Meanwhile, Rico was starting to miss Chad. None of his clothes seemed to fit right after wearing Chad. Chad fit perfectly. Everything else was too tight, too loose, road up, sagged down, or chafed him. He knew he shouldn't, but he found himself walking over to Chad's wearing only his shorts, and a t-shirt. He'd soon have a Speedo under his shorts.