Chad wasn't sobbing anymore. He was the most popular pussy boy in town. He embraced his new roll. Each time another man blew his load into Chad's ass, Chad blew his load, and was one load closer to getting this hellish green jockstrap off. He had kept an exact count. While he couldn't remove the jockstrap, he had been able to reach inside to wash it his crotch and jockstrap in the shower. He just couldn't free his penis from the pouch. It made no sense. But then again it was magic.
He knew he'd been fucked a thousand times now, but maybe the leprechaun didn't count as a man? He asked Todd to fuck him again. Todd gladly pulled his monster cock out of his pants, and reamed Chad's ass. A bigger cock must've been one of his 3 wishes, or maybe the leprechaun was just really generous with him.
"Hey, Mr. O'Shaunessy, you said this thing would come off after 1000 fucks, it's been more than that!" Chad shouted angrily.
"Tch, tch, did I tell you that you had to be fucked 1000 times? I meant you had to be fucked by 1000 different men. Repeats don't count toward the 1000 total. Lessee, Todd fucked you 55 times - so that leave 945, and Rod did you 54 times, Rick and Bruno each 60 - uh, ahh, you only need 669 more men to fuck your ass for that thing to come off.
Slut boy Chad's ass was constantly sore. He had to invest in adult diapers. All his football rivals were happy to help him out, and they all seemed to like to rough sex. He realized he was really fucked after his third locker room fuck. The green jockstrap, just didn't make him horny, but it made every guy Chad was near super horny. He ended up passing the 1000 mark and then some, but he had lost count by then. The leprechaun grinned. Chad looked good in green. He might be generous again with the dumb fuck, if Chad was generous with him.
The leprechaun appeared before Chad in Chad's own bedroom.
"What do you want?" Chad asked getting up off the floor, where he'd been doing pushups.
"Get back down on all fours, your Uncle O'Shaunessy is here for a quickie."
Chad sighed, and obeyed. He still was horny as hell, and he was sure the jockstrap would just fall off, as soon as the 1000th guy fucked him. Then he'd swear off men, but until then the only way he could orgasm was while being fucked by a guy, so he welcomed the leprechaun's cock up his ass.
"Ah, there's a good pussy boyo," said the leprechaun, "I shouldn't really tell you this, but you passed 1000 men over a month ago."
"What?"
"Yessirree, over a month ago. Right now you're up to 1432 not counting repeats."
"But the jockstrap never came off?" Chad protested.
"Oh, di'ya try taking it off, boyo?"
"I can just take it off now?"
"You could have taken it off any time in the last month after your thousandth man. Ah," the leprechaun said closing his eyes, and concentrating, "The thousandth guy was the big black trucker you met at the gas station in Piedmont. Good Irish name Riley."
"I could've taken it off any time in the last month?" gasped Chad in disbelief.
"Of course, if you take it off, you may not be able to orgasm again?" lied the leprechaun with a grin. Chad was just so much fun. In more ways than one.