Ryan did not quite have the presence of mind to avoid Jason thrusting his hard dick into his mouth. After a moment he was again experiencing the sensation of shrinking down into a jockstrap covering a tattooed cock due to Jason's cum. Even as his arms and legs involuntarily wrapped around Snake's waist and ass he heard him saying, "A weeks being worn by you, fucked by you, living on your cum, and you think we're friends? Fuck you Ryan, you're my jock."
Inwardly Ryan cursed himself for being a fool. First to trust Snake had changed and then to let his guard down. But even as he berated himself he was feeling the pleasure as Snake masturbated through him getting ready to release another week's worth of cum into him. There was nothing to do but go with it and soon he found himself absorbing the sweet load.
After that Snake got dressed in his own clothes and quickly looked for Ryan's wallet. He had to get out of here before Horst and Carl returned. On the way out the door he grabbed the discarded baggy swim trunks.
What happened next confused the hell out of Ryan. Snake just walked down the beach while keeping his thoughts to himself. He looked very out of place on the crowded sands not being in a swimsuit and eventually headed inland. Ingratiating himself to a party starting at one of the many motels and while imbibing his jockstrap threw out occasional mental barbs about trust and betrayal.
"I'm sorry man," he thought. Ryan guarded his own thoughts and wondered what Snake was up to. "I was really fucking pissed at you. I just wanted to get back at you for keeping me. It was not all an act." Then he made some excuses to his new friends and headed to the bathroom where he stripped off his clothes and then removed Ryan. After a little while he became pink and fleshy again growing back into his human shape. And then...