"Hey, Josh, got a min to talk?" Woody asked.
Josh was hurrying to close up the locker room for the weekend. He was squatting when he turned from filling the dirty towel bin with damp towels that had been thrown in the general direction of the bin but failed to land in it. Josh was face to face with Chad - er Woody's jockstrap pouch. Woody was naked except for his jockstrap.
"Uh? Um? Uh, sure? Whatcha want?" Josh asked nervously.
"Just wanna thank you for this new jockstrap. It is super absorbent. Haven't had to take it off since you gave it to me."
"Not even for showering?" Josh asked with a tinge of sympathy for annoying Chad. Maybe he learned his lesson. Should he change Chad back. He was doing two less loads of laundry a week since Woody wasn't going through jockstraps like Kleenex.
"Nah. Why take it off, when I can wash it and my junk at the same time," Woody replied.
"Oh. But doesn't wearing it wet give you a rash?" Josh asked with confused concern.
"Nah. Towel dry. Blow dry. Then talc if its still damp down there. It really dries fast being super absorbent."
"Well. That's great, Woody, but I need to get going."
"Oh, that's not why I wanted to talk to you. See I found out that my college next year had an endorsement deal with a big athletic apparel company, and all the players have to wear their brand of jockstrap."
"So?"
"Well, I want to keep wearing Chad. Do I was wondering if you could rebrand him?"
"Huh? Chad?" Josh was stunned.
"You know change Chad from this model into one of these jockstraps with the company logo," Woody produced a torn sheet from an athletic apparel catelog from behind his back.
Josh took the sheet, and stared at it. Then he looked back at Chad. He could make out some of the former star athlete's facial features on Woody's pouch where his manhood didn't distort it too much. He thought he heard the jockstrap sniffling.
"Uh, Ch-chad?" Josh stammered, "you want me to change him back?"
"Nah, I want him to stay my jockstrap, just make him look like one of these. Orange and black are my college colors, but plain white is okay."
"So you're okay with Chad being your jockstrap? I mean you're not mad at me because I turned your buddy into your jockstrap?"
"Nah, an athlete's best friend is his jockstrap, and now Chad's really my BFFWB," Woody winked, then added in case Josh didn't get it, "Best Friend Forever With Benefits."
"Oh? OOOH!"
"Yeah. He was really talkative for the first week or so. But every time he speaks, I get hard, so I have to jerk off. Blew at least 20 loads one day last week. Now Chad is a fast learner, though a bit of sullen one. As long as he is a dumb jock - you know dumb also means silent, I only jerk off into him when I wake up in the morning and when I go to sleep. My other loads go into Kleenex or my hookups."
Josh smiled in relief, "Bet Chad really hates being your jockstrap."
"You have no idea," Woody replied remembering Chad's horror when he found out who Woody's regular fuck partner was. Chad's humiliation and fury were major turn ons for Woody now.
"Um. Okay, I think you better take your jock off, and Ill see if I can figure out how to uh re-uh-brand hi-it."
"Do I have to? Can't you just change him where he is?"
"Dunno? Don't think so? Maybe, but you might change too," Josh said uncertainly.
"Hm, uh, jes a minute, Josh," Woody said, as he adjusted his pouch. He started yanking on his jockstrap pouch. He was jerking off right in front of Josh's face.
Josh gaped in silence staring for couple minutes, while Woody quickly pleasured himself. He thought for a moment he heard Chad's gagged screams.
Then Woody spoke as his tented bulge shrank back to normal, "Okay, here you go then. Figure it out, if it takes a while that's okay, I dont need Chad rebranded until football practice starts this summer."
The stinky jockstrap waa dry when it hit Josh in the face. He caught it before it fell to the floor.