I was going to late for PE, it was my first period, and it was my birthday. Grandmama had made a special breakfast, and had given me a fancy gold medal on a chain. She said it had special properties, and would make life easier for me. Yeah, right. I'm 10 minutes late to school, but that's okay, coach doesn't count tardies until 15 after.
So, I'm standing naked in front of my locker about to step into my jock strap, when Ryan Standish appeared next to me. He grabbed my jock strap.
"Hey," I reached for it. Ryan held it dangling over my head. We're both seniors, but compared to him I look like a freshman, or maybe I should say he looks like he's 24 instead of 18. I swear the jock must use steroids.
"You want it?" he taunted raising and lowering my jock strap just in and out of reach. I glance at the clock on the locker room wall, 3 minutes. I can't afford another tardy, let alone an absence. PE is my worst subject. I brings down my entire GPA, they keep saying that the school district will make it pass/fail, but they've said that since I started middle school.
I'm frustrated and angry.
I say, "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 his 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 my jockstrap up toward the ceiling. It hooked on a fire sprinkler about 10 feet off the ground.
The bastard smiled smugly, glanced at the clock. Two minutes.
"Well, I don't want to be late. Heh, heh."
I grabbed his wrist, "You're going to replace my jock, you dumb jock!"
"What did you call me?" He gripped my hand on his wrist with his other hand. I was in deep shit, but held tight for dear life. He couldn't pound me, if he couldn't use his fist. At least, I 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!" I knew I had turned bright red, I could feel the heat radiating from my body. The birthday metal on my chest felt strangely cool by comparason.
"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."
That's what this was about. Ryan was dating Stacy who was just one point behind me in being top of the class. He was fucking with me, so his girl's GPA would surpass mine.
Ryan looked strangely pale. His breath changed, his face was inches from mine, and he was breathing right on my nose. It 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 me was gone. He was gone. I was holding a jockstrap. I stared at it. The way the pouch crumpled it looked like a bas relief of Ryan's startled face.
The clock said I had barely a minute. I stepped into the jock, hastily pulled on shorts, socks and shoes, and ran toward the gym with my tee shirt in hand.
I just made it. Coach reached under my short leg to snap my jock strap. He seemed surprised to find me wearing it. He looked me up and down re-evaluating me. "Where's Standish?" Coach asked to no one in particular.
Taylor proffered, "I saw him go back into the locker room with Horst and Carter."
I kept silent. The locker room door opened, and Horst and Carter walked in. They looked frightened, and they were staring at me. There'd been witnesses.
"You two are tardy. Okay, line up for calisthetics. We'll warm up first."
I slipped in behind Carter and Horst, and whispered, "Say nothing, and you'll be ok."
"Shit, who'd believe us?"
"After practice will you please turn him back?"
"Yeah, he didn't wanna do it. Stacy made him. She wouldn't put out until she was sure she'd be valleydictator."
"We'll see." I had no idea how I changed a six foot, 200 pound, muscle bound jock into my 4 ounce jock strap. But I have to say it was the best fitting jock strap I've ever worn. While we stretched it warmly cradled my privates. I noticed that I was getting hard, which is embarrassing in a gym full of guys.
I thought of football stats to cool down. I wasn't into sports that much, but I'd been team manager for the football team, so I knew the stats. It was strange, the jockstrap seemed to move and tighten. Suddenly, I realized that I was reviewing NFL and College Stats, which I'd never followed. I was drawing directly on Ryan's knowledge. I chuckled, talk about thinking with your dick. I wondered what other thoughts I could access. As we started jumping jacks.
It was going to be an interesting day.