"Don't get smart with me, Matthews. Hammer, get over here. Matthews, get up on that chin up bar, and give me 20 pull ups. Coach Hammer will count to make sure you get them all done, and will give you a late slip pass to your next class."
Coach Hammer was fresh out of junior college and was cut from the same mould as Ryan Standish. He hated dweebs. He grabbed Matthews by his waistband, and helped him up to the bar. In process of getting his grip on the bar, Matthews got a terrible wedgey from the coach, who was now on Matthews short list, right after Standish. The only thing mitigating his humiliation was that he knew former jock man, turned jockstrap Ryan Standish was probably feeling a lot worse.
From his sweaty place inside Matthews shorts, Ryan waited. The bell had rung, Matthews should be heading to the locker room to change. Hopefully, to change him back too. He could hear the coach, mention his name, Matthews and Hammer. The clothing kind of muffled the hearing, and the sound of Matthew's heartbeat echoing through the arteries didn't help.
Suddenly, he was pulled up inside Matthews ass crack, and his face stretched tight across the young man's manhood. Worst of all, Matthews was starting to throw a boner. Ryan realized he'd just become a human wedgey.
As, Matthews did his pull ups, Ryan could see Coach Hammer's grinning face where he sat in a folding chair next to the chin up bar. To his horror, he realized that the coach was staring straight up Matthew's shorts at him. No, at Matthew's bulge, and he was smiling. Sick.
"At this rate, Matthews, you're not going to have time to shower."
"I don--'t mi--nd, coach,"he said between chin ups, "Maybe I'll just have to wear this sweaty jockstrap all day-uh."
"Cool." said the coach.
No, mind screamed Standish.
Whoa, thought Matthews, did coach Hammer just say "cool"?
Coach Hammer blushed, did he say that outloud?