Zack ties the shirt in the front

The idea of having his dick outlined in the form-fitting pouch of Zach’s jockstrap was a bit too much for him to handle. He settled for covering his bulge at the cost of every square inch of his bare ass being exposed for anyone to see. As Zach and Nathan made their way across campus, Zach was subject to all manner of colorful catcalls, taunts, and wolf whistles, a few even managing to ilicit a charming smile or discreet chuckle from him. Every once in a while, following one of these remarks, Nathan would tenderly pat Zach on the shoulder to reassure him, making a comment in hopes of putting him at ease.

“Don’t focus on them, they’re just jealous of your bubble butt.” Nathan would assure Zach with a pearly grin and comforting tone, unaware that skin-to-skin contact and comments on Zach’s bubble butt were not any sort of help for Zach’s boner situation. Eventually, one especially mischievous student whom Zach thought looked familiar- his name was Matt, maybe?- passed by them, and took it upon himself to land a mighty slap on Zach’s poor ass. The unexpected **** on Zach’s behind created a rather loud smacking sound which made Zach cringe, and worst of all, caused him to jump a bit in surprise, with the abrupt motion causing Zach’s fully erect cock to shift around a bit in its pouch and the head beginning to slip out of the pouch and into plain sight. Luckily, thanks to the shirt, nobody noticed right away, including Zach. But would that change? Is Matt done tormenting poor Zach?