I smirked as David stood in front of the mirror. His breaths were slowing now, his dick slowly softening under the pouch of the jock. For a moment he stared down at it, transfixed.
"Fuck," David said, breaking the silence, "This... this can't be right, I mean he's... he's like, gone."
"He's not gone," I reminded him, "He's happy."
David let out a small, involuntary moan as, sure enough, the jockstrap began to stir and Trevor was back to contentedly sucking on David's softening cock. David's hips bucked and trembled, half thrusting against the air.
"B-but," David managed, tightening his grip on the sink, "Still, I know I wished he'd be happy but... he was so excited I was going to get him into this party, too."
David trailed off, looking conflicted, and I forced my face into a polite smile. The guy really was stubborn. Halfway to being a muscle stud, with a personal cumdump strapped around his waist, and he was still so timid about everything. Still, best to play along.
"You can always use another wish to make it up to him," I prompted, giving him an expectant look.
"Right," David said, and, after a moment's hesitation, carefully pulled the jock off before stepping out of it and laying it down on the sink counter. His dick was fully hard again, now, and still moist from Trevor's unfinished second blowjob. He licked his lips. I don't think he even noticed, staring at the jockstrap and thinking of his next wish, that he'd started to stroke his pre-dripping cock.
"I wish..."