Vinnie's face filled his view. Vinnie was holding Ryan in both hands, and frowning. Now what? thought Ryan.
Then Vinnie pulled a red baseball cap out of the laundry basket. With Ryan dangling in one hand, and shaking the cap in the other, Vinnie shouted, "Louis, get down here right now!"
A minute or two later, Louis, Vinnie's big little brother--he was a year younger and head taller--appeared. "Yeah, bro?" Louis asked in a voice like Vinnie's but an octave lower, "Oh, I see you found my hat." Louis reached for the cap. Vinnie pulled it away, and held up his jockstrap.
"I found it in my washing, Louis. Why did you stick it in with my whites, or should I say PINKS!" Vinnie said angrily.
Louis snickered. "Well, I don't mind wearing a pink jock," as he snatched it from Vinnie, "My gear's dirty and I gotta game later. Sorry about the cap, but you should've checked washer, I put it in last night, and forgot to put it in dryer."
"Fine!" fumed Vinnie looking at his favorite white oxford, now turned pink. Temporarily at least he seemed to have forgotten all about Ryan. Ryan tried to struggle to get Louis' attention, but the big jock just swung Ryan by his strap as he headed to his room to change.
As Louis stripped, Ryan gasped, not only was Louis taller than his older brother, but his cock and balls were positively equine in proportion. Just how old was this kid? And why hadn't Ryan seen him at school before? Then he saw the Strathmore uniform laid out on the bed next to him. Strathmore was the expensive private school across town.
As Louis pulled on his jersey, he snickered, and said aloud, "More little Vinnie, three hours older than me, and he still aches that I got the baseball scholarship to Strathmore, and he couldn't get the academic one. He's in a bad mood everytime he sees my school uniform. Well, oomphf, that's a bit tight, but I like it. In fact, I may just keep it. Vinnie can have my old one." He stuffed his junk into Vinnie's jockstrap, and Ryan psychically gagged, as the huge organ filled him. Ryan gasped as he saw Louis admiring himself in the mirror. Ryan was a hunt in his red and black baseball shirt, even if his jock was pink. I'm pink, thought Ryan in shock. He wondered if it would be permanent after Vinnie turned him back, if Vinnie turned him back.
At the game, Ryan was surprised to hear a familiar voice. Stacy said, "Hi, Lou, you look so hot in your uniform." The distinct sound of lips and tongues working out could be heard by Ryan deep inside Lou's uniform. Louis' large organs started to get larger as he and Stacy kissed. Ryan gagged as he was tented, and tried desparately to communicate his anger at Stacy two-timing him.
Lou had a flash of Stacy and another guy, the name Ryan was on the letterman's jacket. He stopped returning her wet kiss.
She pulled away, "What's the matter, Lou?"
"You know somebody named Ryan?" Lou asked.
"Oh, my old boyfriend? I bet Vinnie told you about him. Well, Ryan's a nice enough kid, but he's just a dumb jock. I prefer the smart variety," she added leaning in for another kiss.
More knowledge filled Louis' head. He didn't know how it got there, but he knew. "Just yesterday, you kissed him like you're kissing me now."
"Oooh, I didn't think anybody saw that. Nothing serious, I assure you. You know how I've been trying to beat Vinnie out for Valedictorian at my school? Well, I solicited Ryan to torpedo your wimpy brother. Unfortunately the dumb jock failed."
"Is that why you're dating me? To sabotage my brother Vinnie?" Lou asked.
"How can you ask that, Louis? Though if you want to help, I wouldn't object," she replied. She rubs Louis gently on his crotch. A bead of precum soaks into Ryan.
Ryan vows if he is ever human again, he'll make sure Vinnie is valedictorian. He feels the two lovers press together, and fears he's about to take Lou's load.
A whistle blows interrupting the lovers.
"After the game by the bleachers," says Louis. Then, he heads to the dug out.