Rob chuckled as he wheeled in the dolly covered with lost jockstraps and underwear. Ryan was on the top of the
pile. The senior jack off party was about to begin. From the look of things in the locker room sauna, most of
the guys were already high and hard. Ryan guessed that Rob had given the beer laced with Viagra and maybe
roofies.
"Okay, men, let's see who can shoot his cum into the center of this pile of jockstraps?" Rob said.
Horst handed a half-smoked joint to Carter and grinned. He was sure that was Ryan on the top of the pile. He
stood up on the bench and started pumping his cock. He was going to win this contest.
Ryan could only lie there as hot sticky streams of cum flew like rockets over Baghdad, and came splashing down
on him. He could feel his former classmates' cum soaking into him. Guys would periodically leave the sauna to
cool down, but they'd be back with a fresh cold one in their hands. Their cocks stayed hard even after their
balls were emptied. Eventually, the party wound down. It was probably only a bit over an hour, but it felt
like an eternity to Ryan. A hand grab him, wadded him up in its fist, plunging Ryan into darkness.
It was only a minute or so later, that Horst unclenched his hand, and whispered to the filthy sticky jockstrap
in his hand, "Hey, Ryan, thought I'd never see you again when Vinnie couldn't find you. Then I discovered
that without you, I became big man on campus. I took Stacy to the prom, and the State University awarded me
your scholarship. Oh, and Vinnie thinks he can turn you back into a man, if he can find you. That is unless
you're worn for 365 days and then it's irreversible."
Horst frowned as he looked at the gooey mess that was Ryan. He shrugged. "I probably should've snatched you
before we came all over you. Oh, well." He stepped into the soiled jockstrap and pulled it up and over his
manhood.
"Yuck," he muttered and headed for the showers.
Ryan was still damp after being towel dried on Horst.