Drew Jacoby grabbed Mark's cock and squeezed it with his gloved hand. Mark's jaw dropped as his cock rose to full staff.
"Magic glove do your stuff," Drew commanded.
Mark's body tensed. He was torn between beating this jerk to a pulp first, or waiting until after the muscle worshipper had pleasured him. Since it was a private shower room, Mark was tending toward the latter.
Drew felt strangely hot. His body glistened with sweat and his clothing was drenched as if he had showered in them. It almost seemed as if Drew was melting the way his sweat cascaded off his body and splattered on the shower room tile floor.
Both Drew's and Mark's eyes widened as Drew's shorts and jockstrap dropped to the floor. Then Drew's t-shirt sank through Drew's shoulders and chest and ended up on the shower floor at Mark's feet. The glistening shimmering naked form of Drew quivered but still clung to Mark's cock. The rock hard cock seemed to get harder. The glove slipped through Drew's hand and fell to join the heap of clothing on the floor. The details of Drew's fingers became more obscure as if they were fusing into one. Then he reached his other arm around Mark's waist to steady himself, as Drew's knees felt weak.
Mark grinned and asked, "So are you some sort of nerd who gets off on muscle men?"
"No," Drew replied in an offended voice. He might be smaller than the giant Mark, but he was an athlete. He said, "I'm a jock."
Those were his last words.
His already luminescent quivering body convulsed and shrank. He threw his legs up and around Mark's waist, and his head slammed into the massive cock, and suddenly Mark was wearing a crisp white new jockstrap.
Mark opened his mouth wide and gasped. The intruder was gone. The only thing that remained were a heap of clothes and a single glove. Oh, and of course, the jockstrap he was wearing now. He had to admire the way the jockstrap's pouch caressed and supported his oversized equipment. Mark had to admit he had never worn anything more comfortable.
He collected Drew's things including the glove into his kit. Mark quickly dressed without removing his new jockstrap and headed home.
His mind raced with all sorts of thoughts of the jock Drew, of the magic glove, and of his boner which just seemed to be getting harder.