Jeff did all he could to keep quiet while Henrique wore him. Beating on guys really got Henrique horny. After
his second match, his coach handed him a jockstrap.
"What's this?"
"Just go put it on before your next match," the coach ordered staring at the tented singlet.
Jeff already had learned that the reason Henrique had put on Noah's singlet was to act as a barrier for his
precum. Jeff was even better at absorbing it than Henrique had hoped, but the singlet did very little to keep
Henrique from tenting. In the locker room, Henrique forced his cock into the jockstrap and put his two
singlets back on. Then he went on to win two more matches. Even though his cock was throbbing from discomfort,
he kept the jockstrap on. He thought to himself, and unknowingly to Jeff, that he would probably cum as soon
as it came off, so he wanted to wait until he was in his bedroom.
Noah's mother was all full of praise for Henrique's performance. Even though Jeff was more than a bit
disgusted that she didn't seem at all upset about Noah's defeat.
Somehow, Henrique picked up on Jeff's feeling, and asked to his own surprise, "Aren't you upset that I beat
your wimp son, Noah?"
"Not at all, Henrique. I love you both in your own way. You are clearly the better athlete. To be honest, I
was pleasantly surprised that he managed to score any points. Last time you pinned him so easily."
"Yeah, I did," said Henrique. Jeff felt Henrique's bulge twitch, and got some images of Noah that he didn't
like flashing in his mind. Henrique must be gay thought Jeff.
Henrique blinked. That was a weird thought. He never thought of himself in the third person, and he'd known he
was gay since kindergarten.
After a quick dinner, Henrique retired to his bedroom, and stripped down to Noah's singlet. He took a
scissors, and snipped the jockstrap's straps beneath the singlet, and sighed in relief as his rising cock
flung the fabric pouch away. Jeff moaned as he soaked up Henrique's cum. A fist gripped through the spandex
fabric. Soon Henrique and Jeff were orgasming together, and Jeff's mind was totally melded with Henrique's.
Henrique lay there after blowing four loads. He was sweating and panting heavily. "Yeah, I knew there was
something weird about Noah's improvement and his singlet. Dude, I'm never going to let you be anything but a
singlet, but I think I'll still have some fun with Noah."
The next morning Henrique called the Sports Authority and ordered a custom singlet identical to Jeff. He paid
extra to have it ready by four. Then he called Noah to set up their rematch at 7 that night. He told his
parents that Noah was going to sleep over, so they could get better acquainted and he could teach Noah some
new moves.
Henrique took off Jeff and sealed him up in an old fruitcake tin, then he put on the phony singlet and got
dressed. He was looking forward to Noah's visit..