For the next 3 and half hours of school, Horst and Carter shadowed
Vinnie. They generally made a nuisance of themselves. Every chance
they had they pestered Vinnie for Ryan.
At last Vinnie had enough, so he said, "Alright guys, meet me in the
100 building Mens Room after school. I'll give you Ryan for the
weekend, but you'll be responsible for him. If anything happens, it's
on you."
"Hey, Ryan's our best bud. We'll take really good care of him," Horst
promised.
Vinnie just shook his head and went into his last class. He still had
no idea how he'd changed Ryan or how he'd change him back, but he had
an idea of how to get out of having to change him back. He'd just say
that whatever Horst and Carter did altered the spell and mad it
irreversible. It could be prolonged exposure to male pheromones, or
body heat - why didn't you wash Ryan? Or if they did wash Ryan, why
did you do that he's stuck as a jock now permanently.
Pleased with himself as he sat down, Vinnie popped a boner. He looked
down at his tented crotch and wonder what Ryan would think if he knew
this was how Vinnie treated him. Vinnie was certain that Ryan was
beyond perceiving anything at this point. Of course, Vinnie was
wrong.
"Whoa, hoho, finally getting your jollies off, Vinnie?" thought Ryan.
"Too bad you can't read my mind. Mmm, I'm enjoying be your jockstrap a
heck of lot more than I should. You taste so good. Let's see if I
squeeze a little cum out of your balls. Mmm, now gotta tighten up."
Vinnie started upright in his seat. He looked around and then down.
He hoped no one had noticed he had a wet circle expanding on his
jeans. He figured that he must have shifted in his seat tightening
his jockstrap pouch, Ryan couldn't be moving on his own.
The final bell rang, and Vinnie grabbed his back pack and sauntered
back toward the 100 building. He could see Carter and Horst flanking
the entrance to the Mens room. He entered a stall, closed the door,
and pulled Ryan off. He handed the jockstrap that used to be a real
jock over the divider to where Horst's eager hand grabbed it. He
could hear Carter and Horst fighting over the jockstrap again. He
dressed, grabbed his backpack and left in hurry.