"Da, da, da, da," hummed Ryan as he lifted Vinnie's jockstrap out of
the lost and found bin.
He held it up loosely in the light. Monroe's face formed on the
pouch. A pubic hair wedged his mesh seemed to be sticking out his
nose. Munroe's silent face twisted and twitched trying to dislodge the
errant hair. He even tried to reach it with his fabric tongue to no
avail.
Ryan laughed, "My, my Monroe, how does it feel to be a discarded
jockstrap? Oh, I know you're thinking you'll change back like I did,
except you're missing something which I had, and you don't. You need
a real man's hot cum, and I could use a new jockstrap."
Ryan swung Monroe nonchalantly by his straps as he walked back to his
locker. He started to dress in his new jockstrap, but he peeled it
down to his thighs. Instead he pulled out a new condom. He tore open
the pack with his teeth and put it on. He pulled his jockstrap up, and
wagged his finger at the pouch, "Now we don't want any accidents
happening do we?"
He laughed and went about the rest of his day. Around 4PM, he pulled
out his cell phone and rang up Vlad and Cy. He asked if he could
borrow Snake tonight, he liked the way the former bad boy now
snakeskin pants hugged his body. Ryan had heard Stacy would be at the
Club Deus Ad Machina tonight and he wanted to give her one more try.
Part of him knew better, Stacy was a user, but he still had the hots
for her.
That evening over at Coach Vlad's apartment, Ryan did a little strip
show for Cy and Vlad as they cuddled on the sofa. His last act was to
pull off the jockstrap, and to bow holding Monroe so that his visible
face bobbed up and down. Ryan got off on his performance, even if he
was planning on going after Stacy. His erect cock in the bright red
condom bobbed up and down like a horny puppy's, as he bowed.
Vlad and Cy applauded and threw him the snakeskin jeans that he knew
was the former Jason Tyler. He pulled Monroe back on over his condom
clad cock, and then he pulled his snakeskin jeans on. He modeled them
for his audience.
Cy chuckled, "Next time I put Snake on, I'm wearing a jockstrap or
thong. See how he hugs Ryan's butt without underwear in the way?"
Ryan was facing away, he smiled until he heard Snake's thoughts.
If only I can get in his ass we'll see who's wearing who.
Ryan thought back, Nice try, Jason, but you ain't got enough material
to get inside me. You just hug my junk and ass and remember what it
was like to be a man. Ooh, I just noticed the zipper tab - so that's
what happened to your fang piercing. Haha.
He pulled on his pressed club shirt, clean socks and his Ostrich skin
boots and headed out promising to return Snake in a day or two.