"Wow! Josh was right, you really are the ultimate jock, Chad!" Woody exclaimed examining his now clean, dry jockstrap pouch.
"Wait, Woody, you knew it was mean and you still jerked off!" Chad gasped in disbelief.
"Of course, why not? I always jerk off into my jockstrap. You're my jockstrap now, why should I treat you any different?"
"Because I'm your friend and teammate!"
"Coach always says a man's best friend is his jockstrap. Guess you're my new BFF, Chad!" Woody laughed as he pulled his shorts on over Chad, and resumed his workout.
Chad was dumbfounded at first. Then the true meaning of BFF suddenly hit him.
Chad's mental anguish shrieked into his wearer's mind, Best Friend FOREVER? FOREVER? FOREVER? NO WAY!
He ranted and raved, pleaded and cajoled, and threatened and tried to bribe Woody.
Woody grinned, as he counted off his 100th bench press. He was rock hard from his jockstrap's words and the constant twisting, tugging, and contracting of his jockstrap's pouch around his manhood.
Woody put his weights and bench away in the garage. Then he adjusted himself, and headed inside to his bedroom. He peeled off his shorts, and socks, and lay down on his bed. Chad continued to rant, plead, bribe, threaten and whine. Woody grabbed his tented pouch, and jerked off another load into Chad. Then he smoked a cigarette.
Woody had burned through half his cig before be blew a puff of smoke on to his jockstrap pouch. The smoke in his face instinctively made Chad cough. It stopped his tirade.
Woody leaned in, and asked, "Chad, was it as good for you as it was for me?"
Chad suddenly realized that Woody was purposely provoking Chad. The big lug was getting off on Chad ranting and raving.
Woody sat back, smoked in silence letting Chad stew in silence. Then he snubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray next to his bed.
He climbed out of bed and raised the shade on his window. Chad was startled to see the view from Woody's attic bedroom looked down into Chad's bedroom nextdoor.
"Yeah, I used to jerk off with you, even though you didn't know it, Chad. Now though I get to jerk off into you. I could see your naked body stretched out on top of your covers when we jerked off." He sighed happily. His pouch was shrinking as Chad silently tensed up. Woody continued, "But I couldn't hear you. Now I can't see your hot naked body, but I sure can feel it, and I sure can hear you. I think I like you better this way. Maybe one of your brothers will move into your old room," Woody said wistfully.