Noah immediately went into the bathroom to try on his new singlet. He stripped completely, and shoved his
underwear into his backpack. He then pulled the singlet on over his naked body.
Jeff's mind was screaming. NO! Not commando! Dude, wear a jockstrap at least.
"Oh, yeah, looking fine," Noah said admiring himself in the mirror.
Then he reached for his jeans.
Good, thought Jeff, he's going to take me off.
But no, he pulled the jeans on over Jeff, and then he put his shirt on over him too.
Noah hefted his nearly empty backpack on to his shoulders. The fruits and veggies were already soaking in
Joan's sink. Noah headed for the front door.
"Oh, can't you stay, Noah," Joan asked.
"Wish I could, but I've got to pedal."
"You rode your bicycle all the way over here with those heavy vegetables on your back?"
"It's good exercise."
"But it must be 15 miles?"
"I've got another 60 to pedal tonight. 30 miles to the State College library to do some research and back."
Dumb jock, thought Jeff, do you know how sweaty you're going to get- yikes! How sweaty you're going to get
me? No way. I- uh, don't really have a choice. It sucks to be Noah's singlet.
Noah printed out the microfiche articles he needed. It was amazing how much stuff wasn't available on the
internet still. He then pedaled home. It was close to midnight when he stripped off his shirt, shoes and
jeans and climbed into bed. Jeff soon heard snoring.
Jeff finally managed to doze off - but he was awakened by a massive stretching by Noah's cock. The dude
tented Jeff with his massive wood. At least he's not having a wet dream, Jeff thought. Then Noah's hand
grabbed his cock through the spandex singlet and started giving himself a hand job. It was around 5 in the
morning. When Noah got up at 6 am, he looked down and cursed softly.
"I forgot I was wearing my new singlet. I'll need it for practice today. Instead of taking the singlet off,
Noah walked into his bathroom and showered off, he lathered up Jeff, and rinsed him off. Then he took the
singlet off and rung it. Noah then ran downstairs to the basement and tossed Jeff into the dryer. He turned
it on to the delicate setting.
Twenty minutes later, the door of the dryer opened and Noah was there. He was still only wearing his towel,
but now he was eating a banana and drinking coffee. Jeff couldn't believe it. Noah had worn him for at least
12 hours, and now he was going to wear him again? Yes, Noah stepped right into Jeff and snapped the elastic
over his shoulders. He ran upstairs, got dressed and headed out to wrestling practice.