Rod pulled him into one of the curtained changing rooms. Normally, no one used them except the nerds in P.E.
class, but now they would have a new use. The curtain closed, Rod pushed down gently on Chad's shoulders;
almost without thinking, Chad sank to his knees, leaving him at eye level with Rod's stiff, throbbing meat.
Chad swallowed anxiously. He knew that cock so well now, every vein and crease, both stiff and flaccid, and
smelling Rod's musky balls again made his mind travel back to when his whole body had been pressed into Chad's
crotch. He could almost feel the hard cup inside him, his body constantly rubbing against Rod's hairy sack.
Why did he want it so badly? How had he been turned so gay? It was like he was addicted to the JV player's
cock now. He was a wimpy little JV's bitch!
Chad's stomach rumbled again. His body moved before he could even realize what he was doing, and suddenly
Rod's cock was in his mouth. Instantly all his fear and anger faded, as his mind focused on nothing but Rod's
rod in his mouth. All he wanted was to taste Rod's sweet cum again, as he bobbed his head up and down, like
he'd seen his girlfriend do so many times before. He fondled Rod's nuts with his hand, hefting them and
stroking them. Rod groaned, resting his hand on Chad's head, thrusting forward slightly into Chad's mouth as
he watched with a grin on his face. Chad was lost in his blowjob, until he felt Rob's nuts pull up toward his
body. Knowing Rod was close, he pulled out slightly and began to suck on just the head, using his hand to jack
Rod off, so he could catch as much cum as he could in his mouth.
Rod moaned loudly as he unloaded spurt after spurt into Chad's hot, wet mouth. It was every bit as good as
he'd fantasized about so many times when he was jerking off. Chad gulped his cum down greedily, like it was
some kind of exotic treat, then sat back on his knees, letting Rod's cock slide from his mouth.
"Mmm, I think I like the new Chad," said Rod.
Chad didn't answer. All he could think about was Rod's crotch. He didn't want to leave it, ever! He always
wanted to be nearby, ready to pull the sweat from his balls and catch any stray drops of precum between loads.
He wanted to feel the hard cup inside of him, protecting Rod's most precious parts from damage. As much as he
didn't want to admit it, he wanted to be a jockstrap again!
"C-can you turn me back?" he blurted, again without thinking.
"What? You want to be my jockstrap again?" asked Rod, honestly amazed. He bet Josh and Jay had never expected
their chemicals to be this potent!
Chad nodded. "More than anything! Forever! I want you to wear me every da-" he cut himself off, suddenly
regaining control and looking down at the floor, his face red.
Rod chuckled. "Well, let me talk to Josh and Jay. You stay here and jerk off while thinking about being a
jockstrap."
Chad immediately sat down on the stall's bench and took his cock in his hand, closing his eyes and moaning
softly.
"And do it slow, try to hold it as long as you can," Rod added, feeling suddenly a bit mean.
Chad whimpered, but slowed his hand, slowly stroking up and down as he panted and squirmed.
Rod laughed again and left the room. Maybe wearing Chad as a jock had changed him too.