While Karen was doing laps, Coach Sinclair got up and put on his sweat hoodie and sweat pants, and finally his boots. He glanced at his iPhone, it was early, but the bar should be open. He adjusted his Speedo, Chad was currently giving him a wedgie.
Chad was pissed. He was this close to the one girl in school he hadn't fucked, and there was no way for him to seal the deal. How could the coach do this to him? He was furious. He kept repeating to himself, as if by sheer will power he could break the Coach's evil spell: "I am not a Speedo, I am the Ultimate Jock."
Coach squirmed uncomfortably in his car seat as he drove from his home to gay bar. There were only a few vehicles in the lot. He knew the Cadillac belonged to the bar owner Reid, and the Harley Davidson bike to the bartender Mac. He smiled as he saw the Ford Focus with the University Football bumper sticker and the custom plate B8TRUP. His best boy Stevie was still here. For a moment Coach felt guilty, he didn't recall releasing Stevie after he shackled him to the horse last night. Hm, an excuse for his early appearance. He smiled as he went through the door.
"Bit early, Coach?" said the bartender, "I can't serve you for another 20 minutes," he nodded toward the clock.
"No, problem. I think I forgot to untie Stevie when I left last night," Coach explained squirming in his sweat pants. What was Chad doing? He stifled a moan.
"Oh, I think Mr. Reid is still playing with Stevie," the bartender noticed Coach Sinclair squirming, and thought he must be planning to piss down Stevie's throat. The boss didn't like being interrupted during his "sessions," so Mac suggested, "I'll let you know when the boss is done with Stevie. They may be a while, so if you need to piss, I suggest you use the toilet." He nodded toward the men's room.
Coach nodded in ascent, and headed toward the men's room as fast as he could. He let out a loud moan, as he blew a massive load into Chad. He had expected a wet spot on his sweats, but instead he felt the fleece of his sweat pants on his buttocks. Did Chad split down the middle? He leaned his back against the door and was surprised to see when he lowered his sweat pants that he no longer was wearing a Speedo. He was wearing a blue leather jockstrap with the label on the waistband that said in silver block letters, "ULTIMATE JOCK."
The Coach looked in the mirror and laughed. Chad saw his reflection, he was the Ultimate Jock alright. Then it hit him, he'd get half or a quarter as much cum being a jockstrap instead of a Speedo. All the cum and ass juice that would be leaking out Sinclair's butt wouldn't be absorbed by the Chad. It would be wasted on the floor as it dripped out. Coach adjusts Chad, and takes his boots and sweats off. He'll have a short one, while he waits for Reid and Stevie. But first....