Back in his dorm room, Tad strips down to his jockstrap. He gets out
his razor and clears away his 5 o'clock shadow. Then he snips a few
stray nose hairs, and then he begins to groom his treasure trail and
pits with his scissors.
"Yeah, looking good," he says to his reflection. Of course, Bryce can
se his reflection too - he's Tad's jockstrap. Tad grabs a heavy chrome
cock ring out of his drawer, he reaches into his jockstrap pouch, and
forces his cock and balls into the tight ring. His cock swells with
blood.
"Yeah, that fills it out nicely. Now for the right jeans. Oh, and
bodyspray. Think Grant likes Axe? Yeah!"
He sprays his pits, chest, ass and crotch. Then he pulls on some old
torn blue jeans. The tears make sure that Grant will see Tad's
jockstrap clad junk. A red wife-beater shirt made out of nylon is
next. It's form fitting. Then he puts on an unbuttoned black heavy
wool shirt like a coat.
"Oh, I'm getting lucky tonight, I feel it in my bone!" Tad says
patting his swollen crotch. "Good thing you're not going to be
sleeping in your bed tonight, Bryce, cause I think there's a good
chance that's where Grant & I will do it."
He leaves his room, but returns a minute later. He says aloud,
"Almost forgot the condoms."
He heads down to the dining room, and spots Grant already in line.
"Hey, Grant, wait up, did you find Bryce? I saw him over at the gym,
and told him you were looking for him, and he said something about
having to go away for a few days, and for me to tell you not to
worry," Tad said insinuating himself in line behind Grant. "Mind if I
join you for dinner, Grant?" he asked with his eyes fixed on the
bubble butt in front of him.
"Yeah, sure," said Grant oblivious to Tad's lust or the fact that
Bryce was now an article of Grant's clothing.