"Do only gay guys wear this kind of thing?" I heard Luther ask.

I looked down at myself, pants around my knees, jockstrap slapped around my waist, covering my package but nothing of my ass. I chuckled, swishing my tail. "I don't know. I just prefer wearing that when I play sports. Maybe you should try it." The buff jackal winced and shook his head, pulling his pants down from around his sweat-soaked boxers. Luth was as straight as they come, but he was always showing signs of curiosity about gay guys and how we worked. His dad's a psychiatrist, so it probably comes from that. "No way. I don't know how I'd like my ass hanging out, especially around guys like you." He grinned, taking the boxers off and picking up his towel, brushing the sweat off his black-furred, athletic body.

"Yeah, and then you strip off completely. I'm probably not that bad of an evil gay rapist". We both had a laugh and went to shower in silence. I didn't pay attention to Luther, but I could feel him glancing towards me. Luth wasn't a closet case. I had seen those, and the jackal wasn't secretly gay. He, like other jocks at college, was feeling the same kind of curiosity about me. It was unanimous that I was the best athlete in college, the statistics crowning me champion overall, by a solid margin. Yet at the same time, I fucked boys. And I got fucked by men. And boys. And I fucked men too. Case in point, I was very gay. This mix of unambiguously gay and unambiguously manly confused many.

We walked out of the shower, drying ourselves up, starting to gather our clothes. As I slipped my jockstrap on again, fastening the stretchy, comfortable straps around my hips and waist, I heard Luther's voice again. "So... ever got fucked while wearing that thing?" I grinned, leaning over the bench a little, flagging my tail and showing my naked rear, framed by the underwear. "Several times" I responded, holding my teasing, inviting pose. I doubted Luther would up and fuck me right there on the spot, even though the idea was rather hot... But I still gave him all the opportunity he could have needed to make up his mind. In the end, he returned to his locker, starting to put on his jeans. "Sounds like fun... I guess it's kind of like when Lassa puts on her flower thong. Gets the guys going" I nodded, getting dressed up again, catching another glance of the black jackal on my tight six-pack abs before I covered them with my shirt.

Luth was tempted to give in, and fuck the best jock on campus, I could feel how torn he was about this. Maybe next time. I could have used a little straight-guy secret action. Have him make me swear not to tell anyone after he would have fucked my ass and blown his load inside me... All nice thoughts. Mmh, maybe at some point.