"Omar, I'm beat," sighed Nate.
"Hey, you're the one who wanted to run," joked Omar.
"No, Omar, that was you! Remember, I said my jock was too tight?"
"Yeah, but it fits me just right! I've never worn a more comfortable jockstrap, where did you get it?"
"Huh, oh, I sort of borrowed it from my brother Jeff, my mom didn't want to drive into town last night to buy
one. Cost of gas and all, and Jeff doesn't wear it much. Still I'm supposed to give it back to him. So
whenever you want to take h-it off, let me know."
"Heh, heh, Jeff's not a person I would expect to own a jockstrap. He's got to be the least athletic guy I
know."
"He's not that bad, Omar."
"Oh, no not that bad, yeow!"
"What happened?"
"Oh, I guess his jockstrap is protective of its owner," laughed Omar, "No, really, I guess some of my short
hairs got caught in the mesh pouch, and when I moved just then I pulled out a couple by the roots. Man, that
hurts!"
"Oh?" Nate had considered that Jeff could do anything, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe that's why the jockstrap
felt so tight on Nate, Jeff was trying to squeeze his junk. "Bastard," murmured Nate.
"What?"
"Oh, Jeff, he'll be a prick if I don't take his jock back to him."
"Well, I have an idea. Except for the short hairs, this is terribly comfortable. I think I'll just wear it
until the scrimmage on Friday. Then you can have it back. If he presses you, you can tell him to come see me
if he wants it before Friday."
No. No. No.
"Mmm, moving in this jockstrap is like having tiny fingers massaging my nuts."
"Ew!" said Nate.
Ew, ptooey! It's not my fingers a-hole! thought Jeff.
"Say, there's my house, Nate. Instead of jogging all the way back to school now - it'll probably be locked
now anyway - let's just go to my house. You can sleep over. We can jog to school early to get our stuff. I'm
bushed too."
"You got a good idea there, Omar. But I don't have any pajamas with me," Nate said.
Omar just chuckled and shook his head. "No worries, Nate, no worries." He had a silly grin on his face, and
boner filling Jeff's being as he led Jeff up the drive. His parents had given him the studio apartment over
the garage when he turned 18. He led Jeff upstairs to his apartment.
"There's only one bed, Omar?" Nate said looking around the sparsely decorated room.
"No problem, you're like my brother, Nate. I'm going to set the alarm, and go to bed."
"Aren't you going to shower first?"
"Nah, the maid washes the bedding every morning, and I prefer to shower in the morning. Now take your clothes
off and come to bed."
"Uh, you sleep in the nude, Omar?"
"Not tonight, Nate," Omar replied, "Tonight I wear only my jockstrap."
"Ahem, my joc-my brother's jockstrap," Nate corrected.
"Yeah, whatever?" laughed Omar as he shucked off his clothes scattering them on the floor.
"I'm to tired to argue. Let's just go to bed," Nate conceded pulling off his shirt and shorts and folding them
up and setting them on the lone chair. He set his socks and shoes beneath the chair, and climbed into the
full size bed with Omar. Omar turned out the lights.