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A Most Interesting Christmas Gift - Part I

Crimsonskies455 & Kybal Lutra

Alex Horn was quickly woken up from his peaceful slumber by the shrill sound of an alarm. The groan that accompanied his own was one from his teammate, Jack Lampton.

"Fuck, is it already 7:00am...?"

"Yeuup." Alex replied with a groggy retort, rubbing his eyes and blinking. "Didn't feel like I got any sleep, man."

Getting up out of bed, Jack adjusted the boxers and simple white t-shirt he wore. He began to stretch, his well-toned body showing off years of conditioning and heavy exercise. He'd easily transitioned into the heavy-weight division like Coach had predicted.

"Why the hell are we up so early anyway? The tourney doesn't start until like 10:00am tomorrow. We could've been sleeping in."

"Coach wanted us to run conditioning when it's cold so we get used to the weather. Makes sense to me," Alex answered as he got up out of bed. He was as equally big as his teammate, if not a little bigger. His brown eyes scanned over the room, looking for the refrigerator. He walked over, giving his slightly stiff dick a bit of an idle scratch through his briefs before leaning over to open the fridge and grab his water.

"Surprised you can't do anything to persuade Coach since, you know, he's your dad and all."

"He's still my coach, dude. It's... different since I'm on the team. It's like I'm not _just_his son when I'm wrestling." He shook his head and shrugged, "Hard to explain."

"Pffft, I bet you could work your magic," Jack said and walked over to the fridge as well. Alex knew exactly what he was going for and reached back into the fridge to grab Jack's own chilled bottle. Alex took it and tipped it back, taking a long swig to wet his parched mouth and throat.

It was the winter and his dad had decided to take their team to one of the largest wrestling tournaments in all of North America. It wasn't like he was complaining about the distance but the rest of the team certainly made up for that. They were all tired after the state finals and had been eagerly looking forward to having a break from the season.

But to have another one-day tournament so soon after the regular season felt like it was a bit much, even as college athletes. And they felt like they had a right to be worried about rushing to the tournament since it was taking time away from their Christmas break and started the day after Christmas too. But luckily, an anonymous donation towards the college's wrestling club had shut any complaints down completely when everyone saw the amount.

The donation had come as a surprise to everyone, none more so than Alex's dad who seemed suspicious at first when he realized what it would mean for the team. New mats, new headgear, new everything! The check had come with one single stipulation though: the team had been given brand new singlets with their university logo and individual names printed on them, each one tailor made to every wrestler.

The quality of the singlets was beyond anything any of them had ever worn before; it was a mix between smooth latex and some sort of hand-stitched material that flowed over their skin like butter. The design felt like an upgrade too, though some of them thought the singlets seemed a bit more low-cut than their previous singlets. But free was free, especially when the quality seemed so much better than what they had had before.

Alex swallowed a few more gulps of water before he pulled the bottle away from his mouth, letting out a gasp of air at the cool, refreshing feeling. Still blinking away sleep, he set his bottle down and headed for the bathroom.

"The only kinda magic I could work on him ended when he became my coach, dude. And my puppy-dog eyes only work on you now, so that's as good as it's gonna get." Alex said as he flicked the bathroom light on and turned the shower head as far left as he could. He always preferred the water scalding to the point where his skin steamed for minutes after he got out.

Jack smirked and shook his head, leaning against the wall as he sipped his water.

"Well, it's always worth a shot. And hey, I thought I was getting a shower first? What gives?"

Grinning, Alex pulled his briefs off and threw them at Jack's face with a wink before he stepped into the steaming water.

"Early bird and all that. Maybe stop asking me for favors next time and you'll get first dibs." Alex said as he let the water run down his muscled body before he added, "Unless you'd like to hop in here with me?"

"Uh, no thanks. Seeing your dick just now was enough gay chicken for me, thanks."

"Thought so."

"Yeah, I'm sure you did." Jack said with a grin and a shake of his head as he tossed his friend's briefs onto his bed.

Alex laughed and slid the glass partition closed as he let himself soak under the stream of searing water. Training was going to be difficult today, like it was every day. But something within him felt excited to get on the mat with the rest of his team and see if they could win their biggest title yet. Their anonymous donor had given them all a shot at being a better, stronger team and now was the time to prove it.

He lathered up his hair and washed his face and body quickly, ready to get out and see what he and his team could do.

The team gathered in the hotel lobby, each member carrying a duffel bag and wearing joggers as well as hoodies to protect their bodies from the cold, Canadian air. There was a bus outside that the team of nine (ten including the Coach) gathered into, yet another donation from their mysterious donor. It was an extremely nice tour bus, complete with beds, wifi, and even a kitchen area--all of which was supplied to them by their donor. This all came after their flight up from Wisconsin to Edmonton in first class, something none of them had ever experienced before. Whoever this person was, they really wanted the team to travel comfortably.

Alex looked out of the bus's window to watch Edmonton slowly slide past him. The hustle and bustle of evening traffic was present even in the cold, five-degree chill. Before them was a long and boring 11-hour journey to a place called Kakisa, a small community in the Northwest Territory of Canada. It was so small, some maps never even labeled it at all, but the wrestling tournament had been chosen to take place there this year to the surprise of everyone involved. Kakisa was small but it was growing, and apparently they had a brand new, state-of-the-art facility for sports that was unlike anything else in the region.

The bus had nine of the best college wrestlers at Wisconsin State packed into it and each one had their own way of preparing for the big tourney ahead. Alex simply enjoyed watching scenery go by while Jack was messaging on Snapchat. Towards the back, Kyle had his phone in widescreen and was watching some random anime while Drew was nodding and tapping along to some music from his favorite band. All four of them were heavyweight wrestlers on the team, and tended to congregate around one another during trips like these.

The middle of the bus had a mix of lightweight wrestlers in Kelly, Zach, and one middleweight in Bruce. Kelly and Bruce actually brothers and were sitting next to one another with Zack taking the seat across the aisle. Kelly had his nose in his college Biology book while Bruce was feverishly writing in a notebook. Inside were several statistics and potential plays and maneuvers that the team had been working on. Bruce prided himself in keeping his personal wrestling journal organized and often referenced it during practices. Next to them, Zach was also reading but instead of a huge Biology textbook, it was a packet of his lines he needed to have memorized two weeks from now for a monologue he was required to recite for his acting course.

And at the front end of the bus, the last two members of the team were busy conversing with each other about the latest mind-bending movie they'd watched together the previous night. Terrance and Nate were both middleweights on the team, and tended to be incredibly close to each other off the mats, to the point of taking the same classes together for the past two years. Their camaraderie was always a point of pride for Alex, as it showed everyone just how close his team could be.

The teammates were busy doing their best to pass the time, but most importantly, Coach Horn was even busier. With a furrowed brow, he browsed on a large tablet over several of the training drills he had in place for the team to run once they arrived. Before they'd even left, he'd made sure that everything was in order to ensure the team got a well-rounded session in before the matches started the following morning. Now all they had to do was get there.

The traffic slowly gave way to open roads and passing mountains as the tour bus made its way north at a rapid pace, night falling around them as the sun dipped below the horizon. Everyone kept themselves busy either by sleeping, playing video games on the included 60'' TV, reading, or in Alex's case, sitting quietly and watching the darkening scenery go by.

Time ticked onward and then, eleven or so hours later as the sun crested over the peaks, Kakisa came into view. Or more accurately, the new sports facility came into view. To Alex, it seemed more like an entire complex than a single building. Several large, stadium-like buildings were all crammed together and their concrete and steel foundations towered over the rest of the small town. It looked like where professional teams and athletes trained at back home, only this was... enormous.

Jack nudged him and said, "Dude, what the fuck kind of tournament did your dad sign us up for?"

Alex shrugged as he looked at the buildings and then up towards where his dad sat. The man had his nose in the tablet.

"I don't think even he knew what he signed us up for. I thought this tournament was only for wrestlers who were Division 1 or at least Division 2."

Nate had overheard their conversation and popped up next to them. He had blond hair and hazel eyes that seemed to be scanning everywhere and everything constantly. "Maybe that explains why we got new equipment! We're expected to be competitive and the donor knew we needed some, uh, upgrades in order to make the cut!" Nate's country accent poked through his clean, midwestern look and the baseball cap he wore on the top of his head looked well-worn from the elements.

Several other teammates were having similar conversations, the excitement buzzing throughout the bus like it was contagious and soon, Coach Horn stood up front and used the pole near the door to steady himself. At his full height, he was a sturdy 6'2'', imposing, a bit overweight, with handsome features and brown eyes that shined brightly.

"Alright, hey guys! I know we're all tired from the drive but we got one of the best facilities in the world to work with this week. I wanted to surprise you with it since I know our last season was a little rough around the edges, but you all pushed through and made it! Just think of this as a reward and try and enjoy your time here. Not many teams like us get to experience something like this every day, so I hope you all got enough sleep; it's gonna be a busy day."

Stroking his thick black beard, Mr. Horn looked down at his notes. "Alright, after you all get settled in your rooms and eat breakfast, I need you guys to meet me down at the lobby of the hotel. We'll head over to the training facilities from there. I want Bruce and his pod to work on sprints, which means you two, Kelly and Nate. I want Jack to work on tackles and rolls with Alex and Terrance as pod number two. Finally, Drew will lead pod three with Zach and Kyle and you guys will work on grappling. I'll rotate through each pod, but I want you guys to get your muscles nice and limber cause we got our first round of the tourney at 10AM tomorrow. Anyone have any questions?"

Mr. Horn's voice boomed throughout the bus for a moment, his broad form and thick musculature mixed with body fat making his tone contain a rumbling timbre. Each team member looked up at him with eager grins, and he nodded back at them, "Alright then, grab your bags and suit up. We're in building B12. Everything else should be in the packets I gave you, so try not to get lost. This place is massive."

The wrestlers excitedly made their way off the bus and followed their coach out towards the quad between all the buildings. It felt like teams from every city in North America were there with the same determination they'd felt on the bus, but Alex tried not to let it get to him. All of these teams were the best in their respective regions, which means they all deserved to be there. And they all deserved to win too, and they'd fight even harder for it now.

Alex and Jack and the rest of their team headed into their hotel, each of them pairing off into twos or threes, and Coach Horn taking a single room at the end of their hallway. The rooms themselves were incredibly big, well-furnished, and seemed to exude luxury without trying too hard. Needless to say, everyone was impressed and more than happy with their accommodations.

Once everything was settled in their rooms and after eating a hearty and frankly delicious Canadian breakfast, the team gathered together and headed towards the training facilities with Coach Horn leading the way, followed closely by Alex.

After a bit of walking, they finally found Stadium B which was tucked neatly beside Stadium A. Both buildings were actually stadium sized, complete with massive main entrances made of glass and steel. As the team entered, the blast of warm air from the powerful heaters was a welcome relief from the frigid temperatures outside. Although the entrance was easy enough to find, getting to the locker rooms proved a little trickier than they had anticipated. Coach Horn had to produce a futuristic looking keycard and held it up to a scanner which gave a high-pitched beep when it registered the signal.

Once the door opened, the team filed into the expansive locker room and stood in awe at the center of it. There was a set of ten lockers and private spaces, each one labeled with their names, ready to be filled with whatever each team member needed. The room contained everything a professional team would ever require: showers, hot tubs, a sauna, and even several very large massage tables for working on muscles after matches or training.

Everyone stood there in awe for a few moments before Coach Horn cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Well this seems a bit excessive, but I'm not one to complain. Everyone, get yourselves ready and I'll see you out on the practice gym mats for warm-ups. Just follow the signs."

Coach Horn nodded at his team and then turned and walked out the door, leaving the other nine athletes standing in the middle of the room.

There was a beat of silence and then....

"Holy shit guys, this place is amazing!" said Kyle, his eyes wide as he looked around the massive room, "Like, I can't believe this is all for us. I mean, we have a fuckin' hot tub! Dibs, by the way. Definitely using that after practice."

Alex smiled and shook his head as he walked over to his locker, placing his things on the racks inside and hanging some of his extra clothes and old singlets. The rest of the team did the same as they each broke off into conversations among each other, with Jack stepping up beside Alex and opening his own locker.

"Can you believe this man?" he asked his best friend as they shared a glance, "Like, this is next level shit. First the singlets and now this place? Where the fuck was this three years ago when we were freshman?"

Alex laughed as he stepped out of his jeans and pulled his shirt off, "I know. My dad never told me anything about it. Guess he really did want it to be a surprise for us all."

He pulled down his briefs and bent down, picking them up off the floor and tossing them into his locker, leaving him completely naked alongside some of his other team members. Each of them were very fit and well-built, though there was a wide variety between some of them. A few of them were bulkier, broader, and taller; guys like himself, Jack, Kyle, and Drew tended to stand out in a crowd because of how big they were.

Then there were the middleweight-class guys, Bruce, Terrance and Nate who were all moderately sized height-wise but also extremely broad and well-built. Then the last two on the team were their lower weight-class wrestlers: Kelly and Zach who were shorter than the rest of the team, though they were just as muscular and sturdy.

Alex looked around at his team, hands on his hips as he unabashedly flaunted his naked body at them, feeling a rush and a thrill suddenly.

"Look alive, guys. Let's get going alright? Coach doesn't need us hanging out here any longer than necessary. We have work to do!"

A shrill wolf-whistle came from his left and he turned to see Jack cocking an eyebrow at him as he slid into his singlet, pulling the straps onto his broad shoulders as he spoke.

"Alex, we know you like to assert your dominance over everyone but I've already seen your dick today, so could we please tone it down a bit?" He grinned at his best friend and then pulled at one of the straps on his jet black singlet, letting it snap back onto his skin with a sharp slap.

A few other whistles came from around the room and Alex blushed, "I'm not asserting dominance, you idiot. Just... I'm excited to get started, is all."

"Oh, I think we're all excited, some more so than others." Jack said with a lewd grin as he turned pointed between Alex's legs where a prominent erection was filling out.

Alex blushed ever more now and quickly turned around and started to put on his singlet as fast as he could, his dick growing longer and harder with every beat of his heart. What the hell was going on? He'd never gotten so hard in a locker room before, and especially not in front of his team. Maybe he should've jerked off this morning.

As he slid into his brand new singlet, another thrill went up throughout his body as it made contact with the material. It was skintight but allowed for effortless movement and it seemed to flow right over his skin and muscles like water. Another chill, this time one that felt something like electricity shot up from his feet to the top of his head and he shuddered in place at the sensation. This new singlet felt... amazing!

"Dude, you really should take care of that before you go out there. You know... in front of your dad?" Jack said quietly as he closed his locker door and sat on the padded bench to get his footwear on.

Alex's cock hadn't gone down in the slightest. In fact if anything, it had gotten harder and thicker, pulsing prominently and rapidly under the fabric of the singlet he was wearing.

"You seem pretty concerned about my dick, dude. Anything you wanna tell me?" Alex asked his friend with an eyebrow raised slightly.

Jack shook his head and held up his hands, "You do you, man. Just would be weird if my own dad saw my hard cock as I walked out of the locker room. I don't mind but I'm also not your dad."

He smirked and slapped Alex on the thigh, causing another chill to run through Alex's body and his cock to throb under the almost too tight fabric.

"Well, that's good to know you don't mind." Alex said almost absentmindedly as he flexed his leg and thigh muscles over and over rapidly. It was an old trick he'd learned to get out of any potentially sticky situation his dick might get him into. A few solid seconds of him flexing his muscles and he felt the blood start to drain away from his dick, leaving him much less prominently aroused than he had been just moments before.

Quickly, he slid on his footwear and grabbed his headgear as he took a look around him at the rest of his team. The new singlets looked fantastic on everyone and seeing their redesigned Stag logo emblazoned on each of their chests filled him with a sense of pride. They all looked really good, like the team they were always meant to be.

With a clap, Alex stood up and said, "Alright guys, let's get out there and remember, don't overwork yourself. We've got matches happening tomorrow so try not to go overboard."

As he moved to leave, Jack slid an arm around his shoulder and walked towards the exit with him. The touch once again sent a pleasant buzzing all throughout his body and he unconsciously leaned into his best friend's body, their bare muscles sliding against each other with every step.

"Glad to see you and your dick came to an agreement!"

"Dude, come on. Let it go. It happens to everyone once in a while," Alex said as they made their way into the hallway and followed the signs above pointing them towards the training room.

"Mhmm. It sure does happen to everyone." Jack nodded with a grin and a laugh before pushing his friend away roughly and giggled to himself.

Alex recovered easily from the shove and fell back into step next to his friend, hearing the rest of the team following behind as they filed out from the locker room. As they walked, Alex scrunched up his nose slightly and sniffed, smelling something strong and musky that seemed to be coming from Jack.

"Dude, did you even shower? You smell kinda rank if I'm honest."

"Huh?" Jack looked at him confused for a moment before sniffing his armpit once. He looked over at Alex and shrugged, "Dunno what to tell you man. I think it smells pretty good, if I'm honest."

Alex sighed with a shake of his head, "You're so weird sometimes."

"It must be my new deodorant," Jack said as they made their way to the open gym. "Or it could be how my body works with the new singlet. Maybe spandex makes me smell weird! Who knows!"

Alex didn't buy it and just rationalized it away as Jack barely taking that long of a shower in the morning. However, the thought was immediately forgotten about when they rounded the corner of the hallway and he saw what the "gym" entailed. Just like the locker room and the entire facility, the training gym was huge.

The gym floor was covered in over 20 different mats, all of which were clean and fresh. Unlike their gym back home, these mats were professionally made and seemed to be created specifically for this very tournament with the facility's logo printed across the center of each one. There were machines for strength training and curling racks to help players keep their muscles tense, way more than they would ever need, plus behind those were sets of full workout equipment that some of them had never even seen before. A dedicated cooling station was set up around the gym with chilled thermoses filled to the brim with a variety of drinks for the taking, and hot and cold packs at the ready to ease muscles and help with any injuries.

The room was quiet as they entered, almost eerily so, with only the sounds of their footwear squeaking against the shiny, spotless floor. Most of the team had never visited a facility as well-equipped as this one, and the fact that they had the entire room to themselves was almost unnerving. As the team began to move into the gym excitedly, the shrill sound of a whistle echoed from in front of them. Alex looked and found his father standing in the center of the room, clipboard in hand and excitement clearly pumping through him. He was practically rocking back and forth on his feet!

"Hey! Before y'all start up your training, I just wanna set some ground rules." Coach Horn barked, but he was obviously holding back his own eagerness. "Remember, I want everyone to understand that we're borrowing this gym, which means I want everything back exactly where you found it. Especially the weights at the curl rack. I certainly can't afford to replace any of this shit, and I doubt you--or more likely your parents--could afford it either!"

"Yeah Kelly! That means no fuckin' walking away with em' because you thought you could rent em' out." Drew said with a cutting tone.

The team chuckled at Kelly's expense and he crossed his arms and mumbled something extremely inappropriate about Drew's mother. Coach Horn simply held up his hand and said, "That's enough." The team quieted down with only a few chuckles here or there.

Horn started pacing back and forth in front of his team, looking at each of them directly and silently as he let the silence and anticipation build. Finally, he stopped in front of Alex and started into his son's eyes for a few moments, seeing the fire that was burning away inside and letting it fill him with determination.

"Now, I want you all to also remember something: we... are the fucking Stags. We worked our asses off to come away with division champs in Wisconsin and we can win here. Because we are the fucking Stags! We deserve to be here! I don't care what some of these other schools here have as pedigrees, I don't care that they might not know who we are," he paced back across the line of nine men in front of him, sizing them up and trying to share some of his excitement and belief with them as he spoke.

Alex was blown away by how much his father was getting into his speech. He had never seen him so riled up. It was incredibly inspiring and he found his very being wanting to spring into action and show off his abilities in the ring. Alex was so blown up in the moment that he almost didn't even notice that he was...

Aroused?

Oh man, he was definitely getting stiff in his shorts. He glanced down and saw that there was a clear outline and a very distinct bulge. Alex felt a blush rise up towards his face and he snuck a glance over at his teammates as subtly as he could and nearly gasped. They were all intensely focused on what Coach Horn was saying but... each of them looked like each of their cocks were at least at a semi, and some of them were clearly embarrassed by it as they tried their best to shift themselves without moving. All the while, his dad continued with his speech, so intensely focused on pumping his team up that he didn't realize he was doing a lot more than just that to all nine of them, including his own son.

"Shit, I don't even care if they don't know our fucking name. They'll know it by the time we're finished with them! Because we're going to do what no one else thinks we have the strength or conviction to do. We're going to fight like hell, and we're going to win! Because we are. The. Fucking. STAGS!" He shouted at them with a fervor and passion that none of them had ever heard before, and it filled them all with pride and passion of their own and caused Alex's crotch to tingle and throb and his face to flush red.

A few of the other guys seemed to be on the same train of thought as him, wanting to show as much enthusiasm as possible for Coach Horn's speech but trying as hard as they could to avoid eye contact with him or anything but the back wall of the gym. Everyone had, at the very least, a semi and now all of them seem to be stuck in the same sort of sexually frustrated limbo. Alex started to fall back into the old trick he'd used before to get his erection to go down, flexing his thighs, first the left, then right, then left, then right....

"Alex!"

His dad's voice boomed in front of him and he snapped out of his trance. He'd been standing there and hadn't even realized that everyone else had broken the lineup. Jack and Terrance were already making their way to one of the many empty mats and Alex was still standing, only now his erection was jutting fully upwards and outwards from his crotch, the medium sized length throbbing and twitching under the flexed fabric of his singlet.

Coach Horn's eyes looked up and down at his son, seemingly skipping right over his still bobbing erection before he simply said, "Jack and Terrance are already moving to the mats. Get your ass over there!" The barking from his dad simply made his cock throb in his singlet slightly and he shuddered before he nodded at his dad and flushed with embarrassment again.

"Y-yeah, dad," Alex said sheepishly as he made his way towards the mats, quickly following in Jack and Terrance's stead.

Fuck, why did he get turned on by his own dad's voice? Did he not see how blatantly_hard he was just standing there in front of him, practically with his cock out? He'd never felt that way before about anyone, guy or girl, and certainly not about his own dad. But there was something about the way he had ordered him around. He'd always pushed them all to where they needed to go and it wasn't out of the ordinary for the team to follow orders, but for it to feel _so good right now was almost intoxicating. He wondered if the other guys were feeling the same way.

Immediately he was torn out of his thoughts when he heard the loud thumping of Jack and Terrance already stretching during their warm-up and giving each other some general shit talking.

"Gonna fucking run you into the ground," Terrance said as he brought his leg up to his hand to stretch his quad. The muscles bulged with obvious strength and the blond brute of a male looked over at Jack with a twinkle in his eye. "You talk shit but I haven't seen you back it up for the last three times we've run together."

Jack wasn't fuming in anger, but instead had a cocky smile on his face. Alex knew well enough that other than himself and Jack, the two were pretty much inseparable. If Jack was hanging back at his dorm, most likely Terrance would be there, too. It helped that they'd all grown up together but Terrance was practically both of their best friends, and training together helped strengthen that bond even more.

"Fuck off," Jack said with a grunt as he let his own leg rest and started to stretch the other. Sweat was beginning to slide down his muscles and over his traps, the freshly made beads staining the edges of the singlet already. It was strange since they barely even started their early-start practicing and it looked like the two were sweating from hours of working out. It was almost starting to bead up noticeably across both their bodies.

"Good one," Terrance said as he leaned forward into more of a crouched running position like a track star about to race off before the gun goes off. Alex coughed, awkwardly looking away as Terrance's ass, hamstrings, and calves were in full view. Jack did the same stretch next and the black material brought their bodies up and out in a display of their masculinity and strength. Between their legs, bulges were very much evident.

Luckily, Coach Horn came over which once again broke him out of another trance. "Alright, I want you guys to run to the end of the gym and back. Do 10 suicides the second time and I want twenty pushups on the third. Then take a second, grab a drink... and run it ten more times."

Putting his whistle in his mouth, Coach Horn waited for each of the wrestlers to get in position along the black line that streaked across the edge of the gym. With a shrill blow of his whistle, the coach watched as his wrestlers sprinted off towards the end.

Coach Horn watched with a smile on his face as each wrestler sprinted back and forth easily enough, but the suicides really pushed them. Having to backpedal to the start and then sprint the full way pushed their bodies and helped boost each player's morale with every lap completed. Towards the end of the conditioning, the players were still only slightly winded as they did their twenty push-ups, but as the wrestlers came back towards their coach sweating and panting, he said the dreaded word that no player wants to hear...

"Again."

So, again they went. One full sprint followed by ten suicides and then one full sprint with twenty push-ups in the middle of the gym. Although their newfound strength and stamina helped push them through the second trial, they were much sweatier and panted a lot harder. As punishment for Terrence lagging behind a bit to Jack's amusement, Coach Horn had them backpedal twenty times, which quickly ended Jack's amusement.

The entire time they ran together, Alex was keenly aware of his own manhood throbbing against his stomach as he moved. Every single motion caused his length to twitch and jerk under the fabric that was pulled taut across his muscles. He'd never been overly concerned with his own size before but now, he felt... big. Bulky. Like he'd suddenly filled out his body. The material stretched and flexed over his thighs and torso and chest like it was butter, driving a level of sensation across his skin that sent a tingling, pleasant feeling all over that only served to make him harder.

It seemed like he wasn't the only one who was feeling a bit different than usual. One glance to his left revealed Jack was still sweating up a storm, his singlet already drenched and dark and his skin slick with perspiration. He looked good though and as he laid down beside him, Alex could see a clearly defined bulge jutting out from his crotch. His eyes were trained on it as he went up and down along with Jack, flying through their set of push-ups with an uncanny ease.

In fact, all of the wrestlers seemed to be powering through their warm-ups without faltering where they normally would. Alex was now sweating as much as Jack was, but so was everyone else. All of them were just dripping with it and their singlets were soaked within a few minutes, leaving trails of sweat drops in their wake across the gym. The air was getting thicker with a pervasive scent of musky manliness that almost seemed out of place even for a gym full of wrestlers. But for them, it barely even registered as they wound down their runs and parked themselves into a line in front of their coach, breathing heavily but clearly ready to get started with the real training.

Alex felt like he was so incredibly focused now, looking at his dad for his next instruction and eager to please him, to show him how passionate he was. And he knew the rest of the team felt the same way, the words of their coach's speech floating in the back of their minds as that same buzzing, tingling sensation flowed throughout each of their bodies. All of them had full hard-ons as they stood in their line, each one bobbing and pulsing wildly as they came down from their adrenaline rushes. Though strangely, it didn't seem to be making anyone nearly as embarrassed as before. It was almost... secondary to what they had come here to do. The tingling ache was merely a pleasant distraction now. A sharp, shrill ring blew out from his dad's new whistle and they all stood up straight.

"Alright, good hustle, good hustle guys. That's what I like to see!"

Coach Horn was standing in front of them with his hands on his hips as he walked the line once more, eyeing each of them up and nodding with approval.

"Grab some water if you need it then get into your pods. I wanna see you working on what we talked about before: precision, anticipation, strategy." Coach Horn said as he looked at each of them with determination, "I know you guys have it in you to win, but I need you to show me that you believe you can! So get together and show me!"

All of them stood still and waited for their Coach to give his orders. Each one glancing over at the other with a fire in their eyes that wasn't there before. Coach Horn could even see the twinkling, noting it with a prideful smile and especially as he directed them towards the mats nearby.

"Jack, I want you and Alex to spar with one another and practice grappling. I'm going to go over to Kelly's pod. Looks like they moved onto grappling as well. If one of you two get pinned, I want Terrance to replace the person who was downed."

With that, Coach Horn's attention shifted towards the next pod which consisted of the twins, Bruce and Kelly alongside Nate. Horn knew that mixing up the boys' weight classes forced them to adapt and think outside the boxes they'd been forced into before they came under his mentorship. Bruce and Kelly were as close as brothers could be, but in the ring, their styles differed greatly, as did their body types.

Bruce was big, a true middleweight in his own rite with strong, thickly corded muscles that matched his heft. But Kelly was a lightweight and where his brother came standard with mounds of strength, Kelly came with more speed and precision, along with a tightly sprung body that seemed to house much more power than anyone realized.

The two of them faced each other on the mat, with Nate and Coach Horn standing just along the edge of the circle as they came together to try and pin one another. Even now, the coach didn't seem to notice as the twins' raging erections made themselves known to anyone looking, causing the brothers to nervously grapple with each other and awkwardly step and bend their hips, though the feelings coursing through them nearly caused them to do the opposite. Both of them were sweating profusely as their hands slid over each other, fingers trailing through surprisingly hairy skin that was slick and over muscles that bulged much more than they should have.

"C'mon, boys. You're better than that. Get closer, get meaner!" Horn shouted gruffly, dissatisfied with how the twins were acting, "Kelly, he's bigger than you. What's your plan of attack? Try going lower! Get under him and then go between his legs!"

Nate grunted slightly and reached down to adjust his own bulge as it throbbed, seeing the twins rubbing up against one another causing his heart to race and his cheeks to flush suddenly. He was a middleweight wrestler and had dealt with his fair share of on-the-mat erections before but this? This was so far beyond anything any of them had ever had to deal with during a practice, and yet something had come over them all. Something that seemed to stem the feeling of shame or embarrassment and gave way to a sense of needy indulgence and wanton lewdness that couldn't be stopped.

As he stood next to the coach, he continued to rub his crotch as any feelings of shame seemed to evaporate from his consciousness. He rolled his hips slightly and moaned softly as he ran a hand over his hairy chest. In fact, it actually felt hairier than he remembered it being, with a thicker pelt of dark brown hair slicked with sweat under his eager fingers as he trailed over the mounds of his meaty pectorals. And now that he thought about it, both of the twins had black body hair absolutely covering their dark skinned bodies. Their shoulders and chests and backs were just covered with the stuff. Had it always been that way? It looked good to him. Felt good to look at too, he thought.

He'd never been averse to the male body, finding both girls and guys attractive as he'd grown older. Of course, being raised in the southern part of the country, not everyone was as willing to go both ways. But now, in this moment, Nate felt like he only had eyes for the men around him.

Just then, Kelly somehow managed to grab his brother's thighs and shift his weight back, causing them both to tumble onto the mat. Kelly's smaller frame toppled onto Bruce's bigger one in a tangle of flailing limbs, though they seemed to both be shocked at what had happened.

"Damn, bro. You uh...." Bruce paused for a second, looking into his brother's face and breathing hard. He felt his cock throb and then felt Kelly's slide up against it, drawing a groaning gasp from both of them.

Neither one moved for a few moments until Kelly, looking back at his bigger brother, shifted back slowly off the top of Bruce's chest, biting his lip as their cocks rubbed softly under their singlets. He panted slightly and sat back on his knees, keeping his hands on Bruce's spread thighs. A tingling buzz shot through them both and they gasped aloud, their cocks throbbing simultaneously. Kelly shot up into a standing position and turned away to face the wall, and Bruce simply laid on the mat, panting and glancing over at Nate who had a clear trail of wetness leaking from the crotch of his uniform as he stared at them open-mouthed, still rubbing himself with a hand.

Coach Horn grunted and shook his head, "Both of you should know better. You're brothers and I expect better from you. Bruce, you've got 60lbs on him. No way does he take you down like that. And Kelly, you've got to remember to stay on top of your opponent! Ride them hard or not at all!"

"C-coach are you not... seeing this?" Bruce asked incredulously as he gestured to his very obvious bulge while his brain struggled to deal with the amount of blood it was pumping through his massive dick, on top of the completely illogical and problematic situation they seemed to find themselves in.

Horn sighed and shrugged as if nothing was amiss other than his team not understanding what they needed to do in order to win. He started to walk over to the other pods, turning to look over his shoulder before adding, "Nate, get in there with Bruce and see if you fare any better."

Across the room, Alex and Jack faced one another, their nostrils flaring and that same warmth tingling up and along their spine. It was such an invigorating feeling. They had adrenaline already pumping through their veins, so much so that the two ignored the fact that their bodies felt a little bit more defined and a little broader than what they had been an hour ago. It was a subtle change, but made for an impressive result with the two big men squaring off at once another.

"Ready to get fucking slammed?" Jack said as he craned his neck and rolled his shoulders. His voice had an almost low rumble to it; a bass that Alex did not notice before. It was... pleasing to the ear. A strange timbre that danced around his ear drums and gave him a warmth that was comparable to sitting by an open fire.

Alex was taken aback by Jack's forcefulness. It was a direct challenge and it was very rare for Jack to be so aggressive. Even though he was grinning, Jack had a seriousness about coming out on top even if it was just training! Alex puffed out his chest and just shot back a smirk of his own.

"We'll see. I think Terrance is coming for you next."

Terrance was watching intently from the sideline. His singlet bulged obscenely now and the flushed look on his face was betraying the fact that he was very much enjoying the bravado between his teammates. He kept quiet and was almost in a squatting position on the edge of the ring, his cock hard and throbbing in the singlet. It was as if the material was rewarding him for displaying his arousal and each throb of his member sent several bursts of warmth that kissed his muscles, slowly expanding them and growing them even further.

The two gave each other another look and without much of a warning, they slammed into one another. Alex had his hands on Jack's shoulders and attempted to push him further out of the ring while Jack simply held the bull of a man off, hoping that there would be some energy expended which then would give him an angle of attack.

Terrance watched the two work with that same intense and quiet concentration, his eyes hypnotically focused on the bouncing bulges between his two friend's legs. The material of the singlet was just tight enough to pronounce them, but just light enough that it allowed some wiggling to occur as the two clashed with one another.

The two were clearly embarrassed with their hard-ons and were completely aware that Terrance was watching them intently, so they tried to angle their bodies to be out of view from their spectating friends. But as they grappled and tried to get a hold on one another, their hesitations began to fade and the warmth that they felt earlier started to grow little by little.

Terrance found himself utterly engrossed by the erotic display of masculinity. He had never been attracted to his teammates before, but there was a little tickling in the back of his brain that was telling him that Jack and Alex were hot to him. How they displayed their maleness in front of him clothed in tight, revealing sportswear was a massive turn on for him now, even though he'd seen bulges on wrestling mats a thousand times before. He found himself reaching down to cup his own bulge in his hand and that warmth felt like it was whispering in his ear, egging him on. It was telling him that his attraction to Jack and Alex was okay. That the times he spent in his dorm with the two was clearly meant to be more than just friends, and this was the next step in their relationship.

And honestly, it felt pleasing to rationalize his feelings in that very moment.

"H-hey, Terrance," a voice said that almost sounded distant and foreign to him. "Terrance!"

Snapping out of his trance, he found himself looking at Alex who had Jack in a very interesting pinned position. Alex had Jack's arm locked behind his back and was panting like he just ran a marathon. His muscles bulged as he held his other teammate's wrist close to the floor and rendered his left hand unmovable. Although Jack struggled, Alex's hips were pressed almost flush to Jack's ass and both of them were red faced.

Jack's muscles looked full and... was Jack's hair looking much thicker? And Alex's muscles even larger? It looked like the two had almost grown while they were grappling with one another. Their stature was so large and commanding and their exposed chests looked much hairier and more defined than before. Terrance's nose flared and he could smell the musk radiating off them. The sweat and rubbing of their bodies created such a nice aroma that screamed that men were around. He could also smell some small amounts of pre from the two and found himself a tad bit flustered.

"I... I got Jack pinned. You wanna take his place?"

Terrance took a moment to blink and then simply nodded. "Y-yeah, bro. Uhh, just... umm...."

Alex knew what his friend was saying, but he realized that his snuggled up place against Jack's ass felt... right. Like a key fitting into a lock. The warmth from before shot up his spine tantalizingly as his cock fit so snuggly pressing up between his cheeks and he was drinking it up.

But he shook his head and pulled away, a clear line of pre leaking through his singlet and sticking on Jack's rump as he began to shift off. Terrance coughed and looked away for a moment, but the startling surprise of Jack's still hard and equally leaky cock was almost too much. Especially when Jack scooted away towards the edge of the ring and sat with his feet on the ring and his legs spread so invitingly. His cock throbbed in its prison and pre seemed to flow liberally down the tip and onto the floor.

Alex faced away from Jack and looked up at Terrance like nothing was wrong, "W-well, you wanna spar?"

Terrance ran up to Alex with an almost inhuman speed to the two were grappled in an almost eerily similar position to before. "Wait, I thought we were only supposed to be grappling?"

Alex stopped for a moment, pausing his strength as he looked around to Jack and then to Terrance to see each of them were all hard and throbbing. "Umm... this feels way better, dude."

"We really should talk to Coach..." Jack piped in as he grabbed the bulge in his singlet and gave it a few tentative kneads with a relieved moan. The wrestler's eyes were looking over at the first pod and he saw Kelly and Bruce now hesitantly grappling one another. He shivered at his own touch and groped his cock much longer than any sane person would've done in public. Glancing over to his two partners, he could see that they were dealing with similar issues too though they both looked nice and buff and slicked up.

Terrance looked over at Alex and started to flex his muscles. It was like a switch had flicked and he felt his body wanting to feel Alex against him. That hulking, hairy body pinning him to the floor much like how Jack's was moments before. Alex was surprised for a moment, but that strange warmth began to put them at ease and they started to get back into the grappling.

This time however, there was a change. Their hips were pushed very close to one another, their cocks visibly rubbed against the others. Hard, unyielding flesh rubbed and throbbed and the two gasped as their hands moved from parallel shoulders to lock with one another's hands. The touch was electric and sent pleasurable pulses right up one another's spines. It felt so wonderful to give in and soon Alex found himself the one being pinned as Terrance tumbled on top of him.

Jack watched intently, his hand still absently playing with his bulge as Terrance climbed on top of Alex and started to rub his hand between the bridge of Alex's pecs. They felt so full and firm to Terrance; the muscle unyielding and thick. The body hair that was growing thicker between them was just icing on the cake and he began to rub across his face right into it with a lustful look across his face.

Coach Horn was staring at the third pod of boys, arms crossed and a scowl running across his face. Drew, Kyle, and Zach all seemed to be in a pile together on the mat, somehow tangled up in each other's bodies as they tried to stand.

Or at least, that's what Horn saw through whatever haze was clouding his mind currently. It was obvious that something was affecting him greatly and the men on the mats were seeing things from a completely different perspective altogether.

Kyle was the biggest guy on the team at 6'5''. Being in the heavyweight class came naturally to him, though he had to admit that most of his matches hadn't even been very difficult because of his size. And yet, ever since he'd walked out of the locker room this morning, something felt strange. He walked onto the practice mats feeling even larger than normal, a bit ungainly and off, but more powerful and strong than normal.

Though currently, he was at the bottom of the pile of his pod, with Zach and Drew on top of him and two very insistent erections poking at various parts of him. His own massive erection was pulsating and twitching underneath the other boys, and he felt like the rational part of his brain no longer existed. One minute he was practicing rolls with Drew and the next, he was on the ground and Drew was rubbing up against him like they were doing a different type of wrestling entirely. Then Zack came up to try and tear them apart for a moment, only to find himself right next to Drew, the two of them running their hands across Kyle's bulging arms and sweaty chest.

Kyle moaned low in his throat, almost guttural as he let the other two slide over top of him, and he reached up and pulled them closer, wrapping a thick arm around each and bear hugging them tightly. His clenching muscles tore at the seams of his singlet, ends starting to fray and small tears appearing overtop of his increasingly hairy, sweaty skin.

Coach Horn blew his whistle loudly and sharply, shaking his head in confusion and disbelief. Everyone on the team suddenly seemed to snap out of their reveries and stared right back at him, their bodies in various states of debauched poses and their singlets damp with a combination of sweat and copiously leaking precum.

"What the fuck_is going on with you guys?!" Horn shouted angrily at the nine men in front of him. He held up his arms and looked from left to right, "None of you are _here this morning. Here!"

He pointed to his head and blew the whistle again sharply, causing everyone to flinch.

"You're all over the place. You're sloppy. You're uncoordinated. You're--"

Horn clenched his fist and grimaced.

"I don't believe you think you guys can do this. We've only got until tomorrow, and I... I know we can win this. I know we can." Horn said with a sort of hopeful despair as he took a few steps back.

"All of you, locker room, now. Whatever funk you're in, shower it off and then get your heads in the right place because we didn't come all this way to lose. Get ready for dinner by 5:30 tonight because after that, we're back in here for more training. And Alex... buddy, you gotta help me out. Get your team ready." He said with fire in his eyes before he turned around and started back towards the main entrance of the gym.

"I'm gonna go work out in the coach's gym. Meet up at the cafeteria at 5:30pm sharp guys," he said softly as he walked away, leaving them alone with each other.

Alex had never seen his dad so downtrodden and to watch his dad simply walk off towards the locker rooms looking a tad defeated crushed him. The other wrestlers seemed to get the same general mood as they shuffled around with an almost embarrassed look across their face. The walk to the locker room was a bit slow for Alex as he groggily made his way to the very professional and spacious locker room. His head pounded in his skull and his body reeked of musk even though he hadn't trained for a very long time.

The captain of the wrestling team barely even registered that they'd all made their way back into the locker room, unable to really look at each other and most of them very red in the face. Something had happened to them out there on the mats, and each of them were doing the mental gymnastics necessary to make sense of it. All of them had gotten hard while training, either from the workout itself, the sight of each other getting sweaty and swollen, or some other factor they couldn't understand. But now, as they dressed down for the showers, they all found themselves stuck in between a state of constant arousal and utter confusion.

Suddenly, Jack was snapping in front of Alex's face. He'd already stripped down from his sweaty singlet and had a look of concern, completely nude and apparently now totally fine with it. Alex winced as if the snapping in his ear was right inside and close to his ear drum.

"Hey bro, you okay?" Jack said.

God, he'd been right! Jack did look bigger and there were tufts of hair all across his now bulging pecs and muscle gut. He looked so big and brawny and so manly. There was that feeling stirring in his loins once again, but Alex beat it down.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got a raging... headache," Alex said with a bit of a pause as he rubbed his temples. "Sucks disappointing Coach. He looked pissed."

Jack nodded as he stood in front of Alex, holding his own singlet in his hands. The sheen left on the slick material was evidence of their hard conditioning and Jack folded the singlet and placed it with surprising gentleness onto the bench. Alex ate up the sight of his naked friend, his mind flooded with hormones from the training as his eyes glazed over each curve and bump of Jack's naked and powerful body. His ass looked so huge and the hair across Jack's butt added a nice fuzziness to it.

"Still got eyes for me, bro?" Jack said lewdly as he slowly rubbed his hands over his hairy body, winking at his best friend.

Fuck, why am I checking him out again? Alex thought to himself as he put his head in his hands. He wasn't ashamed to be into another guy, though... he felt like it was definitely different from usual. He'd mainly been into girls before but now, it just felt really good to look at Jack.

But the real question was: why had he had such a massive hardon this entire morning? Ever since he'd woken up it hadn't really gone away. Maybe it was this new place or the tournament in general. But something had shifted without him realizing and now... now everything felt different.

"Maybe... maybe I do." Alex said quietly as he stood up slowly, looking Jack right in his eyes.

Jack arched an eyebrow and his dick clearly throbbed heavily between his legs.

"Oh? Uh. I mean, I've wanted y--" he fumbled with his words for a moment and then shook his head, like he was seeing through a haze or something.

Tentatively, he placed a hand comfortingly on Alex's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. We all had a bad go of it just now. It happens. Let's just shower and rest up. We'll impress Coach later tonight and then we're gonna win this tournament tomorrow."

Alex felt his pride swell with Jack's honest and invigorating words and he grinned at him, taking his left hand and pulling Jack's into it with a squeeze.

"Yeah, man. You're right. Just been feeling out of sorts since this morning I think. A shower should do us all some good." Alex said as he looked into Jack's eyes, grinning as his best friend and somehow feeling unashamed to be naked and hard across from another man who was naked... and hard.

His own singlet had been tossed to the floor and he decided to fold it neatly and place it back on the bench before making his way towards the shower area.

Already, the hiss of the hot water coming out of the shower heads added a pleasant hum to the locker room atmosphere while a thick fog gave some much needed "privacy" from his other teammates, though right now it felt much more like privacy wasn't something any of them needed or wanted. He could hear the rest of his teammates chatting amongst themselves as well as the mechanical hum of the soap dispensers being used.

Everyone in the locker room was full of a surprising amount of energy. It was like an injection of pure testosterone was administered straight into the team's veins. His teammates were eyeing him, but not like before. Smiles and grins were across their faces, like always, but their eyes lingered on his chest and abs as well as his cock and Alex ate up their looks. In fact, he almost craved them.

The rest of the team was either under the showers already or walking in with Alex and Jack. The room was massive for just the nine of them, with slick white tiles lining the walls and heated stones across the entirety of the floor. Alex wouldn't have been surprised to see this place in a Japanese bath house.

He found an empty shower head and turned the nozzle to the left almost as far as it would go. Despite the heated floor and steamy air, he was feeling almost chilly in the locker room and the hot water helped him slowly forget about his worries. It was like his mind was melting together and couldn't help a small smile spreading across his lips as he turned his body to make sure all the hot water rolled down each area of his sweaty and achy body.

The team captain didn't really notice Jack slip into the adjacent open showerhead, nor did he notice that Drew and Kyle were sharing the same one to his left. It was strange because the two of them had always been close but... showering together? Soaping each other up? That was definitely different. Not that he minded it at all. In fact, it was rather nice seeing two men be so comfortable with each other, to be so close and willing to touch one another. He glanced over at them, feeling his cock twinge between his legs as a rush of tingling came over him.

Drew and Kyle washed one another intimately, almost no space left between them as they rubbed soap along each other's muscles. Kyle's eyes had glazed over, staring forward at the slick wall as Drew washed down his back, enjoying the sensation of another person's hands on him as he moaned softly at the slick, soapy touches. The two of them were certainly not afraid of being close to each other, and in fact, they both seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

Alex was barely paying attention to them now though. The heat of the shower had clogged his mind and he felt a similar heat from the sparring they'd just finished with starting to rise up within him. He didn't know if it was the abnormally hot showers or the fact that he could smell something mixing in with the cleanliness of the shower area, but his cheeks flushed and his own cock slowly began to swell even more between his legs.

From the haze of the steamy showers, a heavy wave of sensation seemed to flow throughout the entire space, filling each of the men with an almost tempered euphoria and forcing them into a state of near unaware bliss. Kyle and Drew seemed to have given into it first, their intimate touches already giving way to slight changes in both their bodies and their willingness to express their desires. Alex was clearly feeling the effects of whatever was happening to their bodies, and he cast his eyes around slowly, looking at all of his teammates.

They'd usually showered together, quickly and efficiently. It was just a part of their routine as a team, washing off the sweat from their bodies and warming their muscles some. But as Alex looked around the tiled room, some part of him realized that they were all going beyond that now, as a team.

Next to him, Drew had wrapped his arms around Kyle, his chin just above his right shoulder as he nibbled lightly on the taller wrestler's ear lobe. The stimulus was hard for Kyle to ignore and he gave a small gasp as Drew took both Kyle's nipples between his thumb and index fingers and began to pinch them. They carried on for a bit like this until Kyle grunted, turning and pushing Drew back against the hard, white tiles of the wall and leaned down over him, breathing heavily. He cupped the smaller wrestler's jaw for a moment and then moved in, softly putting his lips against Drew's while he ground his hips into the other wrestlers.

Alex's senses started to slowly close in. The moaning and groaning around him being positioned to a single point in the back of his mind and forgotten about. The only thing Alex could focus on was the hiss of the showers, the feeling of his hands on his body and his hard cock that stood at attention between his legs.

Continuing to wash down his body, Alex began to feel that tingle along his spine shoot down towards his balls and to his cock. He swore it lingered there for a moment and that his balls grew larger as he worked his hand down towards him. He gave a small groan, his mind screaming at him to reach down and grip his cock to take care of his urges. He didn't even get the chance to do so since he felt a warm breath on his cheek and a thick body push up against his.

Alex was far too lost in his own mind to turn around and see who was there, the blush on his cheeks deepening as the hands kneaded his pecs and slowly made their way down to his abs. He did know one thing though; the man behind him was as achingly hard as he was and most likely a heavyweight by the feeling of muscle pushing up against him. He gave a gasp as the mystery man's hand moved down towards his crotch and rubbed across his overly sensitive hairs that were just above his cock.

"Fuck..." Alex mumbled under his breath as the person's hands cupped his balls and wrapped around his member at the same time. It was like heaven as the warm water on the hand hugged his shaft and the painstakingly slow stroking drove his need to new heights. Alex knew this was wrong; the players his dad trained were not sex fiends, but the hand around his cock felt too good to ignore.

There was a new feeling too which added to the wonderful sensation; a dick sliding right between his cheeks. The man's thick cock was sandwiched between his massive backside and the tight muscles of his rump kept it in a warm and snug embrace, almost gripping it. Alex grunted as a pair of hips hit against his ass and he gave another gasp as he was moved towards the wall, pushed up against it. It wasn't an uncomfortable position, especially since there was a hand on his cock and an arm around his neck possessively.

Alex could feel warm breath on his ear as he was humped against and his mind was succumbing to the warmth which silently told him to give in. The hand around his cock started to stroke with much more purpose and became slick due to the non-stop flow of pre Alex was leaking along with the soap that was still lingering on the pulsing shaft.

The man behind him grunted in his ear with an almost feral note to his voice and his hips started to roll harder against his. Alex was not thinking about how he looked right now. He had a role to play with his team and the role felt so good.

The hand slid across the sensitive flesh faster and faster, the palm moving across the engorged head and providing a teasing motion across the opening of his tip. It was like the fire inside of him was threatening to bubble out of him and Alex's limbs began to shake and shiver. The wrestler behind him wasn't that far behind him, his hips crashing into his ass like an animal in rut.

Alex felt that same heat that had been growing now bubble up to the surface. The tingle down his spine was less of a tingle now and more of a raging white hot lava spill that went straight down to his balls and was ready to be emptied and splattered across the shower wall.

Without even a word of warning, Alex's cock spasmed in the mystery wrestler's grip and throbbed heavily as jet after jet of thick and white seed streaked across the shower floor and against the wall. Alex didn't even realize that he'd yelled out until the sound of it faded in his ears and he heard the echo roll around in his head.

The yell in his ear was just as animalistic as the thrusting before and with a triumphant bellow, the man hot-dogging his ass came spectacularly. Shots of cum streaked up along Alex's back and the buildup of arousal that happened during their sparring must have blue balled the dude hard since ten more blasts hit Alex's upper back and even his neck. The cum was as hot as Alex's body temperature and he could feel the thick shots beginning to turn into a small dribble on the top of his ass near his tailbone. The cock throbbed and jerked as the man against his shook and growled, his hips rolling against his newest conquest as he spread the cum around Alex's ass, marking him for later.

Alex groaned deeply as he pressed back against the cock rubbing over him, feeling the thick, sticky cum moving over his cheeks. Slowly, he turned around and saw Jack breathing heavy and shuddering slightly as they looked at one another.

The two best friends starred for another moment before slowly moving closer until their lips softly met. Jack's taste was like fire and musk on his tongue and he was more than content to slide his tongue into his mouth to taste more of it. After a moment though, they parted and Jack grinned over at him.

"Told you you had eyes for me." he said as he slid his arms around Alex's massive shoulders and looked around the rest of the room.

"Mm..." Alex groaned as he kissed his best friend again, softly this time, licking his tongue over his parted lips, "Got much more than that, bro."

The entire team was clearly going through the exact same situations. To their right, Kyle and Drew were much further gone than anyone else, laying on the tiled floor and sucking each other off enthusiastically, both of them cumming hard and swallowing what they could before pulling off of each other and sitting up to kiss each other deeply, sharing their loads and rubbing over each other's extremely hairy bodies.

But others were more conservative, if that word could even apply to them. Terence, Nate, and Zach had come together in a pile and were alternatively kissing one another while jerking each other off at the far end of the showers, lewd moans echoing off the tiled room as they each came in turn and rubbed each other's bodies all over in a lustful haze.

And the twins, Bruce and Kelly, were standing under the stream of steaming water, cum plastered over both of their stomachs as Kelly mouthed over one of Bruce's hardened nipples while groping and kneading his brother's hairy ass with both hands.

None of it made any sort of sense, but for Alex and the rest of his team, whatever felt good was clearly the easiest and most enjoyable path to take. He looked back at Jack and grinned again before crushing their lips together once more. The tournament loomed over them all but right now, Alex knew that his team needed to be together like they never had before.