Unholy fuck! thought Cy as he fell over. He had been running with everyone else for warm up at the start of physical education and starting to sweat. I had started to think that it was disgusting being soaked in his sweat with his cock inside me, almost like being fucked in the dark, you see I'm Ryan Standish and earlier today, somehow I was turned into a jockstrap by another student. Then I was left in the 'Lost and Found' resulting in my current predicament, being worn by Cy Jones, the school's biggest fag.
I had no idea why he fell until I felt his confused thoughts about possessed clothing along with the question, You're my jockstrap?
He could hear me, or whatever the word was for knowing thoughts. This was good and bad. Good that maybe he could help me and bad that he'd know my humiliation at being a piece of clothing.
He was distracted by the unsympathetic Coach McGurk yelling, "Unless you're hurt Jones get up and finish your laps. Move it!" God, what an jerk.
He got up and started running with a will and now thought clearly, I heard you from the first, I thought someone was taunting me earlier... This is really weird, how'd you end up a jockstrap, Standish?
Fuck, he figured out who I was too. My humiliation was complete along with the fact that his cock was inside me and getting a little hard too, starting to push against my fabric. That felt good, but I really didn't want to be fucked by Cy Jones in any way. Maybe I needed to control how I was thinking or something. Was he getting all this too?
Yes, came the silent reply, and it is really distracting so I really would appreciate if you could tone it down a bit. Especially the thinking about my cock!
Ever tried to not think of a pink elephant after someone says to not think about one? I'll give Cy some credit though, he concentrated really hard on not getting hard in me. Not for my sake, I'm sure the gaywad liked the thought of having a guy wrapped around his junk, but I could sense he did not want to have wood showing in gym class any more than I would have. At first I couldn't stop thinking about his monster cock starting to stretch me and thinking about how it felt only made him hornier. And even though being stretched over a cock (Especially one so big!) was the last thing I wanted to happen to me it felt really good, as good as any time I've ever made out with a girl.
Fortunately Cy had a lot more practice than me in thinking of something else thoughts to avoid hardons. He concentrated on just what he was supposed to be doing and gradually the unnatural sensation of having my whole body stretched out or blown up faded. Even better I was starting to be able to catch some of what he was seeing and feeling instead of being completely in the dark. Before class was halfway over it was almost like I was half in control of his body, some of my physical skills aiding him in making the most of the routines we were being put through. Cy did a good job working out for such a skinny guy too; I was damp with sweat by the end of class. I caught the thought that he'd pushed himself harder than usual because of the attention.
As everyone was headed for the locker room he thought clearly about my situation again. So... should I leave you in my locker or...?
That was a hard question. On the one hand being helpless there in the dark for at least the rest of school if not all the way until Vinnie came back to release me on Monday. Provided he kept his word. On the other at least sharing what Cy was seeing through his senses as the cost of being wrapped around his junk.