The Jock Strap - Part 5

Kurt was confused. Everything felt different, and yet somehow familiar, like deja-vu. He knew the bulky mass his body had become hadn’t been like this a week ago, but he knew how to move it efficiently all the same, his gait and posture now accommodating his massive size. But it was even more than that - there was an almost uncountable number of subtle differences he knew were there but could only hold on to a few of them in his mind, like how his arms didn’t hang at his sides and how his knuckles pointed forward rather than out. The heat too was different, and the constant sweat, like he was just naturally damp. And especially the tightness of his clothes, how everything he wore felt ridiculous and constrictive.

All these sensations overwhelmed Kurt, who plodded behind Erick as they walked down the hallway. He didn’t notice everyone staring at how his tanned and hairy flesh protruded from under and around every article he wore, how it his t-shirt and jeans were so torn they looked like they would burst from his body at any moment. He didn’t notice as Erick led him to the gym locker room, miraculously deserted in the early afternoon.

Erick lumbered into a secluded section of the locker room, one that Kurt recognized as the spot he’d witness the slovenly linebacker jerk off into the jock strap Kurt still wore. Once there, he began to take off his shirt, revealing a large, hairy torso that Kurt remembered well. Still dumbly following Erick’s lead, Kurt tried to remove his t-shirt as well, only to fit he couldn’t budge the taut fabric.

Kurt struggled for a few moments before a shirtless Erick stepped forward, grabbed the t-shirt by sleeve and neck, and yanked hard. The shirt tore to pieces in Erick’s grip, leaving Kurt topless for the first time. Again, the strange sense of deja-vu washed over him, as though he was seeing himself for the first time and the thousandth time all at once. He used to be thin, trim, hadn’t he? He never used to be so broad, so thick, so… hairy.

“Looks like that jock did a number on you,” Erick remarked, his own wide and furry gut mere inches from Kurt’s.

His words broke through Kurt’s stupor just enough to reach him. “It... what?”

“The jock strap. The one you stole from me. I found it years ago, and I dunno how, but it changed me. Made me the big fucker I am now,” Erick said with a smirk, flexing his bulky musculature for emphasis. Kurt felt his still-hard dick twitch.

“That’s why I left it here for you,” Erick continued, “so you would take it.”

“I don’t… I don’t,” Kurt tried to express his confusion, but the words seemed to die in his throat.

Erick understood. “Look, talking isn’t going to be your strong suit for the next little bit. Certainly not until we take care of this,” he said while reaching down and groping Kurt’s hardon as he had before in the cafeteria. Kurt let out a moan, noticing for the first time how much deeper and more resonant his voice sounded.

Hand never leaving Kurt’s crotch, Erick moved forward so both their sweaty, hairy bellies were mashed together, the sensation at once alien and highly erotic. Erick nipped at the folds of Kurt’s neck and whispered huskily in his ear, “It needs a load, and you and me - we’re gonna give it one.”

Kurt couldn’t take it anymore. Almost violently he brought his bearded lips to Erick’s and the two massive linebackers began to make out. Both their arms grabbed and at the other’s thick flesh, feeling fat-covered pecs, bulging love handles, and impossibly meaty asscheeks. At one point Erick managed to slip his chubby fingers in between the many rips of Kurt’s pants and expanded them until there were bits and pieces of fabric falling to the floor. Then in between the moments of having his tongue down Kurt’s throat he breathlessly managed, “Let it out, man.”

Somehow Kurt knew what he meant. He took a deep breath and pushed out his belly, inflating it like a cartoon. Instantly, what little of his jeans still left exploded from him, revealing impossibly thick, impossibly hairy thighs. Like Erick, they jiggled at each movement and showed not a hint of musculature, but there was undeniable power to be found in his legs, leach as thick a tree trunks.

The jockstrap now seemed to cut into Kurt’s flesh, accentuating how thick he’d become. The pouch now seemed tight, and although he couldn’t see beneath his and Erick’s girth, he could feel cool air as one of his balls escaped the dirty cotton’s confines.

“That’s it big guy. Let it out,” Erick commanded, and a few forceful tugs on Kurt’s aching cock were enough to get him to cum right there, filling the jock’s pouch with his seed. He could hear it dripping to the floor as it overfilled the cup, his entire crotch no soaking wet.

“Good job. Now, let’s get this off you so we can have some real fun,” Erick said, slipping a finger beneath the strap and dragging it up and over Kurt’s impressive rear. Kurt helped and stepped out of the soaking garments, kicking them to the side with a toe as thick as the rest of him. The cock that sprang forward into Erick’s gut was huge. Easily an inch longer, uncut, thick as a beer can, and coated with a forest of dark hair. His balls were no less massive, dangling loosely in hairy sac halfway down his colossal quads.

Just then they heard locker slamming shut and it shocked them both from their tryst. Erick dove into a nearby locker and brought out a second set of clothes he kept for emergencies and gave it to Kurt, commanding him to quickly don the garments and continue to follow him. Kurt was thankfully feeling more in command of himself after finally cumming, although his massive cock remained stubbornly hard even as he deftly slipped into jeans large enough to fit two of him a week ago.

The two went back to Erick’s dorm where they spent the rest of the afternoon sucking and fucking. Meanwhile, back in the locker room, a lonely freshman spotted the soiled jockstrap in a corner of the room. He couldn’t say why, but he felt compelled to pick it up. It was wet, and warm, and smelled like cum, but was somehow still alluring. He stuffed it into his bag as he headed home so he could try the jockstrap on in private.