"Okay, Stacey, I'll make sure the dweeb gets an absent today, but I
don't see the principal making you Valedictorian over it," Ryan said
with a sigh. His girlfriend was so demanding.
"You let me worry about that. Vinnie Cost is the only thing you need
to be thinking about," Stacey said.
"Whatever you say, hon," Ryan said leaning in to kiss her as his bulge
grew larger in his jeans. He added, "Guess I'd better head over to
the locker room. Don't want to miss Vinnie."
Ryan disappeared down the hallway. He concentrated on sports stats,
but Vinnie's face and butt kept appearing before his eyes. Why did it
have to be Vinnie. Sure he'd pounded on Vinnie's ass since they were
in Middle School, but it wasn't because he didn't like Vinnie. It was
because he liked Vinnie too much and in the wrong way. Ryan started to
get angry. He wasn't exactly angry at Vinnie. He was angry at the
way Vinnie made him feel. In fact, he kind of felt sorry for Vinnie.
He thought Vin would make a good Valedictory speech. It would be
better than Stacey's for sure.
Stacey- he shook his head - how had he gotten himself so entangled
with the bitch? Well, at least no one thought he was gay. He was the
star athlete, she was a cheerleader and a brain. They were the perfect
teen couple. Ryan paused in front of a display cabinet in the hallway.
It showed photos of last year's prom. He bit his lip. It had been a
bit of controversy. There wasn't even a photo of the two guys who had
gone as a couple in the display, but Ryan remembered it from the
paper. He pictured himself being crowned king at this year's prom and
Vinnie Cost as Ryan Standish's queen. He shook his head. It had to
be Stacey. He wanted that scholarship to state, he couldn't see them
giving it to a homo. Then there was his father to think of - and the
beating he'd get.
He recalled his father cracking his broad leather belt and saying
about the gay prom boys, "Hell, if was that boy's father, I'd
straighten him out for good. Some folks just don't know the proper way
to raise their kids."
Ryan was sweating and red by the time he reached the locker room. He
headed to his locker, and quickly stripped. His buddies Horst and
Carter were there. They were best buds, but he had never told them his
dirty dark secret. He briefly told them what Stacey demanded. He
hated to be viewed as pussy whipped, but it was better than dick
whipped. Wasn't it?
He frowned and headed naked over to Vinnie's locker. Vinnie was just
about to step into his jockstrap when Ryan's powerful hand closed
around the pouch and pulled it out of Vinnie's hands. The back of his
hand slapped against Vinnie's cock head. Ryan licked his lips he felt
an unwanted stirring in his loins.
"Hey," Vinnie said as he reached for it. Ryan held it dangling over
his head. They were both seniors, but compared to Ryan he looks like a
freshman, or maybe Ryan look more like he's 24 instead of 18.
"You want it?" Ryan taunted raising and lowering Vinnie's jock strap
just in and out of reach. Vinnie glance at the clock on the locker
room wall, 3 minutes. He couldn't afford another tardy, let alone an
absence. PE is Vinnie's worst subject. It brings down his entire GPA,
they keep saying that the school district will make it pass/fail, but
they've said that since Vinnie and Ryan started middle school.
Ryan was frustrated and angry. He didn't want to be Stacey's flunky.
He didn't like playing the bully. He sure as hell didn't want anyone
noticing that his cock was getting hard as he stood on the bench with
his cock waving under Vinnie's nose. He dangled the jockstrap to draw
Vinnie's attention away from Ryan's cock.
Vinnie said, "Well, if you have such a fetish for my old jockstrap,
Ryan, I'll be happy to give it to you after class. Then it'll be even
riper than it is now, after a week of my wearing it."
The look of anger and disgust on Ryan's face was classic, his nose
crinkled up, and his mouth look like he'd eaten a lemon. In holding
the strap just out of my reach, he'd been holding it right in front of
his own nose. It produced a reaction that I should have expected.
"You want it, perv, then go get it!" The star of the football team
hurled Vinnie's jockstrap up toward the ceiling. Ryan aimed for the
light fixture, but overshot his target. He thought for a moment it
would fall back to the ground. It hooked on a fire sprinkler about 10
feet off the ground.
The bastard Ryan smiled smugly, glanced at the clock. Two minutes.
"Well, I don't want to be late. Heh, heh," Ryan said hopping down off
the bench.
Vinnie grabbed his wrist, "You're going to replace my jock, you dumb
jock!"
"What did you call me?" Ryan growled. He was furious as he was horny.
Vinnie's touch and scent. He felt his cock rising. Ryan gripped
Vinnie's hand on his wrist with his other hand. Vinnie knew he was in
deep shit, but held tight for dear life. He couldn't pound Vinnie, if
he couldn't use his fist. At least, that was what Vinnie hoped he
thought that since he'd grabbed my hand with his free hand instead of
punching. "And how the hell d'ya expect me to "replace your jock",
little boy?" He glanced toward my jock hanging precariously from the
sprinkler.
"YOU WILL REPLACE MY JOCK, YOU DUMB JOCK!" Vinnie turned bright red,
he could feel the heat radiating from his body. Ryan could feel it
too.
"I'm sure not climbing up there! And I'm not giving you my jock, perv.
The stores don't open until 9. I guess you're not going to be
valedictorian after all," there was a twang of regret in Ryan's voice,
though no one noticed it except him.
Then Ryan had an idea. A way to explore his odd desires without
letting anyone know. His eyes locked on Vinnie's crotch. His granny
lived in the mountains and until he was eleven, he lived with her.
She taught him the old ways. The ways to shift. He'd done it alone in
his room at night. Never in front of anyone. It took a lot out of him,
and he wouldn't change back for hours. Still he regretted what he'd
done. Vinnie deserved to be Valedictorian. Ryan deserved to be
punished. He wanted to find out what it was like to cradle Vinnie's
sweet ass, and his manhood. As Ryan, he could never do that, but as a
"dumb jock." He licked his lips.
Ryan looked strangely pale. His breath changed, his face was inches
from Vinnie's, and he was breathing right on my nose. Vinnie focused
on Ryan's mouth, he didn't notice the erect penis dripping precum an
inch from his chest. Ryan's breath had been minty fresh from his
morning mouth wash, now it started to smell like, like...like clean
laundry. Weird. His wrist crumpled in my hand. The weight of his body
that had been pressing against Vinnie vanished. Ryan was gone. Vinnie
was holding a jockstrap. He stared at it. The way the pouch crumpled
it looked like a bas relief of Ryan's startled face. Ryan would have
been relieved to learn that Vinnie mistook his expression of lust to
be a look of surprise.
The clock said Vinnie had barely a minute. Vinnie stepped into the
jock, hastily pulled on shorts, socks and shoes, and ran toward the
gym with his tee shirt in hand.
Ryan relaxed exhausted from his transformation, and heady from the
scent of Vinnie's manhood filling his pouch. It was wrong, but it was
so good. He was hoping the coach would give Vinnie extra laps, he'd
enjoy lapping up Vinnie's musky sweat. He felt guilty that he'd enjoy
it, but he was resigned too. The shift would last at least until the
end of the day, and since he couldn't do anything about it. Ryan
decided to enjoy it. He'd forget about Stacy, his pa, his homophobia,
and his friends. He was Vinnie's jockstrap for now, and he'd be the
best damn jockstrap he could be.
Unintentionally, Ryan's pouch started to tighten around Vinnie's
manhood. The tightness produced a reaction, and Ryan felt his pouch
being forced outward as Vinnie's manhood swelled with blood.
"Just made it, Cost!" shouted the coach, "Horst, Carter, you two are
tardy. Where's your buddy Standish? I saw him the hallway earlier."