Ryan was so engrossed in his books that he didn't hear Vinnie enter his room.
"Trying to figure out how I changed you, Ryan?" Vinnie asked as he read the cover on the book Ryan was
reading.
Ryan set the book down with a look of total surprise, "How'd'ya get in here, Vinnie? Can you teleport too?"
"No," laughed Vinnie, "I came by to see how you were doing after Carter told me you changed back. Your
brother Dylan let me in, and told me where your room was. I guess you didn't hear me knock."
"Nope," Ryan said wiping his forehead, "I don't think I can handle any more magic right now," Ryan lied. He
wanted to get up and get Vinnie out of his room, but as soon as he saw Vinnie he popped major wood. It wasn't
tenting his boxer shorts. It was at full staff sticking out of the fly, and his mushroom tip was smooshed
against the underside of his desk drawer and oozing precum heavily. He started to sweat. Why was Vinnie here?
Why was he so obsessed with Vinnie. Damn, he needed Vinnie inside him right now.
"Nervous, I'll change you back into a dumb jock," Vinnie asked.
Ryan decided to play possum. He opened his mouth and shrank into his chair.
"Damn!" exclaimed Vinnie, "I didn't mean to- I still don't know how I? I must've. I guess just saying it
makes it happen." He sighed and reached into Ryan's chair and pulled out his living jockstrap. He looked
around to see if Dylan had seen it. "Well, I guess, I'll borrow your books, Ryan, and I suppose it would look
weird if I carried a jockstrap out of your room. So, I'll have to wear you. Luckily, I cam commando."
Ryan's eyes would have rolled and he would have laughed his ass off. "Yeah, right," Ryan thought, "Vinnie
came over here hoping he could change me back into a jockstrap. Well, I'm glad I didn't disappoint him."
Vinnie's cargo shorts were on the floor, and Ryan was over his ankles and secured around his waist. Then the
cargo shorts were back in place and Vinnie was sitting on Ryan's boxers in Ryan's desk chair flipping through
the books. He selected only 3 of the dozen Ryan had borrowed from his grandmother, and loaded them into
Ryan's backpack along with some clothes for Ryan in case he changed human again. Then he started to leave. He
ran into Dylan as he was leaving.
"Hey, how's it hanging? Did my brother have what you needed?" Dylan asked.
"Uh, yes, he did," Vinnie said, "Loaned me a few books."
"Cool. You're different than his other friends."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, Hearse and Carver are a couple of dumb jocks, and usually Ryan asks like one too. He thinks jocks are
supposed to be dumb or play dumb. He got a 710 on the math portion of the SAT, and nearly as good on the
verbal, but his grades don't show that.
"He did?" Vinnie said in true surprise.
"Yes, he did. Say do you play chess?"
"Yes?"
"Cool. Do you think your research could wait until later? I enjoy working out and playing chess at the same
time. I've got a gym and official chess clock and game set up in the basement. Ryan used to play chess with
until he was about 14, then his buddies convinced him that chess was too nerdy for a jock. Why don't you join
me for some mountain spring water and a chess match and workout in the basement, Vincent?" Dylan said.
He had moved across the room and draped his arm buddy buddy across Vinnie's shoulders. He started guiding
Vinnie to the basement stairs.
"Uh, well, I- uh guess I could," Vinnie answered.
No, thought Ryan, and he tightened around Vinnie's balls.
"Oh, uh," Vinnie said awkwardly as his cargo shorts tented.
"No worries, man, I'm always throwing boners too. It's what young guys do. I little exercise of the mind and
body is just what you need. You're 18 right? So you want anything stronger than water, we got a full wet bar
down here."
Vinnie blinked he was down in the ultimate man cave. There was a billiards table in one corner. An Icarian
workout circuit and free weights in another corner and then there was the big flat screen HDTV, sofa and wet
bar. "That door over there is the sauna for when we're done. Pops made us our own health club down here,"
Dylan explained, "Here's the chess game already to go. The way Ryan and me used to do it was we'd make a
move, while the other lifted weights for 2 minutes until the clock chimed, then we'd switch places. Makes for
a more exciting game and workout. You game?"
"I'm white," Vinnie announced, and gallantly moved the king's knight out on the board, then he hit the timer,
and headed for the nearest weight machine.
"Okay!" said Dylan eagerly.
Vinnie was surprised that Dylan was such a good player. The game went on and on, and both young men were
drenched from lifting weights. They had completed the Icarian circuit twice, and moved on to the free
weights. Half the pawns, two bishops and a knight sat on the table, as Dylan rubbed his chin, and moved his
black queen to put Vinnie's King in check. Vinnie moved his remaining knight to block the check and threaten
Dylan's rook. Dylan ran back to see Vinnie's move when he heard the chime.
"Damn, you're a good player, Vin," Dylan said.
They were both panting from their workouts when they finally agreed they had stalemated each other.
They laughed, and Dylan made Vinnie a tequila sunrise and then Dylan stripped down to his briefs, and asked,
"Ready for a sauna?"
"Yeah, that sounds great, but I don't have a suit or underwear - I'm wearing my jockstrap," Vinnie said.
"That's fine wear the jockstrap or go commando. It's just us guys," Dylan said.
He refilled Vinnie's drink, and the two adjourned into the sweltering sauna. In a few minutes, Vinnie was on
his belly getting a massage from Dylan.
"That's a nice jockstrap, Vinnie. Do you think I could borrow it sometime? I've got a rugby match tomorrow,
but I need a jockstrap with a cup. Do you think you and Ryan could help me out?" Dylan asked.
Vinnie moaned an "Uh, huh." Then Vinnie's eyes went wide. Dylan knew about Ryan? Ryan must've told him.