Oh God, thought Ryan, Cy the fag would be way worse than the Dweeb.
The fag Ryan did not want to be worn by was Cyrus "Cy" Jones, a 5'8" junior with warm brown hair, beautifully bronzed skin, and a whipcord thin physique. Even if he had not been the one student who was confident enough to be openly homosexual his fashion choices would have made it obvious to all but the most clueless. Today's ensemble was an artfully faded and fitted denim jacket over a tee with a red rooster and embroidered black jeans. His distaste for the jockstrap proffered by Coach McGurk was as equally evident as his homosexuality.
"Wear it," ordered the coach, "it might not be up to your standards Jones, but it might save your balls." The conflict between them was long standing.
He gave a cynical smile along with a excessively sunny, "Thanks Coach." Sure enough the overly earnest tone annoyed McGurk, who glared angrily wishing that Cy had done something openly disrespectful he could be punished for.
A moment later Ryan lay helpless on the bench waiting to be put on as Cy striped off his street clothes. Before he was snugly into place over the gay man's crotch Ryan got a good look at the cock he was about to be filled with. The uncut member in question was huge! It hung below trimmed pubes and a treasure trail far too artful to be completely natural. As he was stretched over the large package Ryan thought, Could he be any gayer? I think he even shaves his balls.
Cy looked around as if startled at hearing something then went back to dressing for P.E. with a hurry. McGurk's voice was booming out like a drill sergeant's with stock phrases like, "Get a move on!"