Mike's mind was racing. Fuck the locker room, I'll dress for practice now. Jockstrap looks a little empty -
hm, rolled up socks fill out the pouch nicely. Now for the rest of the gear. Wish I had time to google this-
maybe it's a 24 hour bug, gawd I hope it's not permanent. I wonder, nah, no time for that. Oh, wait Sheila -
er, I'll fake a groin injury at the end of practice. The perfect excuse to skip our date, and to skip the
showers, I gotta get home to put ice on my groin.
Thinking himself clever, Mike sprinted down to his car with his teeny weenie getting hard as it rubbed against
the socks in his pouch. He could feel the boner, but was horrified to see that it did nothing to increase the
appearance of his bulge. It was just trapped int he folds of the socks. He had thought about going to the
Emergency Room, but decided against that. People would talk. He couldn't let anyone see his cock in its
current state. He drove to soccer practice.
The drills went smoothly for the first hour, but then it was time for a practice game. He and Todd and Carl
went tumbling, and he felt his sock padding become dislodged. He grabbed his crotch, and made like he had a
groin injury holding the socks through his shorts to keep them from falling out his shorts leg. Damn, the coach
and the team medic wanted to see his groin!