Steve

As the spinner came to a stop Steve knew it was on him. Maybe that luck was both a blessing and curse. It covered him up, but at the cost of wearing his friend. He reached over and grabbed the normal looking undergarment.

It felt normal. The issue, he felt everything. Everything that Johnny felt he felt, and it was strange. It was like a hand was grabbing his face as he held the pouch. He slipped on the jockstrap and cringed at the way his face stretched.

Not really, it was all physiological but it felt like it. The wet precum soaked into the fabric and the liquid made it to his taste buds. It was more watery with the twinge of salt.

It made him want to gag. It made Johnny horny. And with that feeling it was a hardon, and the fabric stretched to hold in both dicks. Steve tried to ignore it all, but he knew as long as the jockstrap was on him, he was going to be hard.

And all because the jockstrap liked his predicament.