Jerome got home and stretched. He stripped down to his jockstrap and
lay down on the leather sofa in the family room. He had the whole
house to himself for the weekend. He stared down at his massive
bulge, he loved the way his new jockstrap showed off his assets. He
wanted to share them with a good friend. So he picked up the cordless
phone and dialed Ryan Standish's home number - but he wasn't calling
for Ryan.
"Hey, is Dylan there?"
"Just a sec. Dyl!" shouted Ryan's mother, "Phone call."
A moment later Dylan Standish answered, "You, Dyl here. Who's calling?
"
"Hey, Dyl, it's Jer. My folks are away for the weekend, so I got the
place to myself. How about you come over and join me in the jacuzzi
out back and we'll split a 12 pack," Jerome said massaging his
jockstrap pouch.
He hung up and climbed over the back of the sofa, and then he went
into the kitchen grabbed the ice cold 12 pack and a pack of Trojans,
and headed out the back door. He turned the dial on the post, and the
jacuzzi came to life bubbling noisily. He slipped into the hot water
still wearing the jockstrap formerly known as Ryan Standish.