Jim held the rubber ducky up to his face, and looked Chad in his painted black eyes.
"Chad, you look good in yellow. I gotta get back to practice. Dang, I don't have any pockets," Jim said
tilting the rubber duck so he could see that Jim was wearing his team jersey, shorts, socks and athletic
shoes, "Well, I remember what you said when you were dressed like this and I asked you to hold my class ring
at practice. Do you remember, Chad?"
Chad did remember. He and Jim played the same position, so while Jim was on the field, Chad sat on the bench.
When Jim came back and it was Chad's turn on the field, Jim asked for his ring back. Chad remembered exactly
what he had done.
"Your ring? Oh, Jimmy, I didn't have any pockets, but I wanted to put the ring someplace safe," Chad had said
opening his waistband, and reaching inside his jockstrap. He extracted the ring, and handed it back to Jim.
"Stored with my family jewels," he laughed as he ran on to the field.
Jim pulled his shorts out and opened his jockstrap. He lowered Chad slowly toward his pubic hair thatch. Chad
couldn't scream, he could just stare. He saw a pink whale rising out of the sea of kinky hair. Damn, Jim was
getting off on this. Of course, Chad realized he had gotten off on screwing with Jim. He'd been sporting a
boner when he fished the ring out of his jockstrap, wiped his dripping cock with the ring as he handed it to
Jim.
SNAP.
Darkness enveloped Chad. The rubber duck settled into his new nice warm nest. His rubber underside pressed
against a couple of warm eggs. Chad felt weirdly happy.
Jim left the field house and ran out on to the field to finish practice.
Jim started to run.