Yum! Mmmm! Chad want more.
These were the now the only words that occupied Chad the jock jockstrap's primitive mind. He obsessed on getting more hot cum to fill his cotton being.
May I have some more, please. I will have some more, thought Chad.
Chad's wearer lay still after blowing his load. Suddenly, he felt the pouch of his found jockstrap twitch. Then it tugged. Then it twitched again. Then it tugged 3 times. Then his semiflaccid cock twitched and started to grow again. The living jockstrap pouch was expanding and contracting the fibers of its mesh being faster and faster. Tight, loose, tight, tighter, loose, and so on and so forth, faster and faster.
"Oh, yeah!" moaned Chad's wearer, as his balls contracted and another load of hot semen gushed up and out his glans to be absorbed by his hungry jockstrap. He reached into his pants and adjusted his nearly dry jockstrap pouch.
Chad was exhausted from his exertion, but he finally felt satisfied. He dozed happily.