I stuffed my other gear into my locker and pulled off the strap. Immediately, there was Ryan kneeling in front of me, his arms around my legs, as naked as when I'd last seen him.
"I'm betting I could make you hug my nuts every day the rest of the week if I wanted to, but I won't, on two conditions," I told him. "First, climb up and get my strap down for me, okay?"
"Sure," he said, "sure, boss!" He clambered up to the top of a locker, snagged my strap off its perch, and jumped back down in front of me, holding it out.
"Thanks," I said, as I stuffed my old strap into my locker with my other gear. "And the second condition is I get to blow you, right here and right now, until you cum. If anybody tries to stop us, you convince 'em to leave us alone."
Ryan's jaw dropped. "You mean you really ARE a faggot?"
I grinned like a crocodile. "That's MISTER Faggot to you, you dumb jock. Hell, I've been out since high school, and I've had a lot of BJ practice. So do you want to cum harder than ever before in your life, or do you want to put YOUR arms back around MY ass? Make your choice"
Carter spoke up from behind me. "Either way, Ryan, this is going to be interesting."