Rod stood there holding the string after Chad left. He stared at it, and then tied it around his wrist.
"Friendship bracelet?" Rod remarked to himself, and suddenly he remembered everything. He gasped, "Chad really was my jockstrap."
Rod's rod stiffened and rose. He grinned, and bit his lip. He needed to wear that living jockstrap again. He started to go to find Rick, he was probably behind it, and would know how Rod could get Chad back inside his shorts. Why had he taken Chad off anyway?
Rod spotted Rick across the cafeteria. But he paused. He knew better than to trust Rick. Chad might end up a jockstrap, but Rod would probably end up the cup inside the jockstrap and Rick would be wearing both. Rod decided to do some research on his own. He glanced at his new friendship bracelet on his wrist, and shoved the hand and bracelet deep into the pocket of his letterman jacket.
"Hey, Rod, wanna milk?" Rick said offering Rod one of the milk containers in his hands.
"Nah!" Rod said waving his free hand, "milk gives me gas. Just wanted to let you know I gave Chad that stuff. He seemed a bit off. What was that all about?"
"Just rubbing jock boy's nose in it a bit," laughed Rick.
Rick was scanning the cafeteria and made a beeline for another teammate, "Hey, Dirk, wanna milk? I got an extra."
Rod shuddered. He wondered if Dirk would end up as underwear? He sat down, and watched to see what happened next. While he watched, he thought about wearing Chad. He was obsessed with wrapping the quarterback around his sack and rod again. He thought yeah, baseball season will be more fun with my bat and balls inside Chad, he fit like a glove. I should never have taken him off. Once I put him back I'm his place, maybe I won't. His grin broadened.
Rick walked off with his arm draped over Dirk's shoulder. Dirk looked glassy eyed, he was moving like a zombie guided by Rick. After they passed, Rod stood and walked behind them at a safe distance. He paused to take a drink from the water cooler, when Rick looked over his shoulder. Then Rod headed back toward the cafeteria. He sussed that Rick was taking Dirk to the locker room. So he headed out and around the outside of the building to enter the locker room from the outside instead of the gym.
He heard Rick telling Dirk to relax, and that he was putting Dirk on, and Dirk made faint unintelligible grunts. Lunch hour, the locker room was usually empty. Rod peeked around the corner of the locker bank in time to see naked Rick holding a wrestling singlet that looked a bit off. Then he recognized Dirk's face on the singlet, it looked like it was yelling.
"Aw, Dirk, you look excited, but not so happy. Me I'm excited an happy. Let me share my happiness with you," Rick said looking down at the screaming singlet.
Rick stepped into the living singlet, and obliterated Dirk's face with his erection. Rick immediately began jerking off. Rod held his breath.