The jock peeled off the sweaty jockstrap, but it felt to Jeff that he was being ripped apart. He felt suddenly cold and naked. He stared down at the jockstrap sitting on the bench. It wasn't him anymore. What was he? His perspective was the same as when he was the jockstrap - crotch high. Oh, no. He bounces along as the jock saunters from his locker to shower room. The guy showers and lathers up Jeff. No, no, no, not this! The guy is massaging him in the shower, and Jeff is stiff all over and has a tight feeling his guts? Suddenly, he vomits hot wet goo! Good grief! Jeff is the jock's cock and balls. Somehow he was absorbed by the jockstrap, and then during the sweaty workout, he was transferred from the jockstrap into the jock's junk. The jock washed himself off and headed to the sauna.
How could this get worse? He lay there between the jock's giant thighs shrinking in the hot air of the sauna.
"Hey, Greg, happy to see me?" asked another jock entering the sauna.
Suddenly, Jeff was getting hard again.
Greg the jock answered, "Can't you tell, but I might need a little help, it's awful hot in here."
"Getting hotter by the moment, Greg!" said the other jock coming over and letting his drool drop from his mouth onto Jeff's head- er, the head of Greg's penis.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! screamed Jeff as the other jock's pearly whites surrounded him and the dark chasm of his mouth engulfed him
He was sure he would explode Greg's cum at any moment, as the guy's tongue, mouth and throat rubbed against him. But even though he was oozing, the guy stopped before Greg blew his load.
Thank goodness, thought Jeff in relief. Until he saw that he was now lining up with the other naked guy's rosebud.
No, no, no. The mouth was bad enough. At least use a condom!