The hole in the wall Thai place was just four long blocks from the gym. They were sitting in the window on stools, their bags on the stool between them. I took that one. D said to J, "those jeans!" and as I sat down grabbed my ass. No one was around. The food was amazing as always. We laughed. Compared notes about the new facilities. They asked about Brett. I told them my tally: four guys, 12 orgasms, 80 hours, mentioned setting date with Victoria and my thought of checking out that couple from lecture.
J hung his arm over my shoulder, "I think I just creamed my jeans...."
"You only come that easy with my cock in your ass," I said and promptly the draped arm became a headlock. D snorted Thai tea in his nose. I took the opportunity to softly massage J's balls while pretending to try to push him off. D was still coughing and trying to clear his sinuses. We found excuses in the next 10 minutes or so to grope each other however we could. J was showing hard, me and D a little less so. The waitress had been in the back, she brought the check and we paid.
Huddled for protection we got our cells and talked about when we could next hang. I knew Friday night was locked for us. J and I could get a workout on Thursday midday and D and I might do something Wednesday night. His eyes got bright, "We could Skype Jess together!"
J yelled, "No fair! No fair!"
D said, "Well if you were done with your community service for getting caught 'in the parking lot,' you could join us."
I asked, "So it's true you got caught screwing two girls...?"
D laughed, "No that's the cover. He was caught jacking off, in coaches' office when he was supposed to be working."
"NO!" I hadn't seen J blush yet, but he was.
D put him in a headlock, "yup. Completely naked, standing in the middle of the room, cock in one hand, fingers up his ass!"
"ALRIGHT! Leave it! K? I thought Coach Jergens was gonna have a stroke. Coach Mac threw his towel at me and pushed Jergens back outta the room. It was Mac who kept things smooth after that. And my service is up this weekend: sixty hours volunteering at the Sisters of Mercy retirement home."
I tried not to laugh but when I saw D's face I doubled over. D said, "I think Mac got a kick outta seeing you like that..."
J straightened, "well yeah, I'm hawt!"
We both grabbed him in headlocks and ball gropes at the same time. Smiling against the wind and sleet I ran to class, almost late. My 1:00 lecture was a snoozer. The room was stuffy and bright; a bad combo. I tried to pull my cap down over my eyes and maybe doze off or fantasize but the professor kept throwing questions to the crowd. Bored but forced to stay present. My 3:00 was better; at least in small groups we got to engage with the course work. By 4:30 I was dragging.
After I took a piss, I checked my phone. No messages. My first thought was to go home and study, working out later. I looked over my shoulder at the window and knew when I left campus I wasn't coming back. I slogged back to the gym, dragging ass. Guys were still lining up for their locker assignments. I needed to thank B again for getting me past that. Everyone who came thru while I was changing left right away. I had the weight room to myself.
Until Coach Mac checked on the thermostat, "Warm enough, Wollinowski?"
"Yeah, coach. Thanks, this place is awesome!"
"Did I see you doing laps with Carson this morning?"
"Yeah." I wondered if he saw anything else, remembering what D had said. Coach Mac was in his forties, but still flat bellied, handsome and surprising curls under his cap; and always alive with passion for what he was doing. He gave great motivational speeches.
"Good. He could use some tips from you. He has an iffy record on the mat. He thinks too much. If somehow you could teach him how you sense your opponent's moves, how you got that natural 'feel' for your body, he'll improve a lot. You can see him get lost in his head."
I laughed in my head, "Yeah coach, sure. I'll see what I can do to help him get in touch..."
"We'll be able to use the main practice room and the small auxiliary mat room this year. So we can send guys off for individual coaching and small group practice. I'm counting on you to step up and lead this year. I'm gonna put your ass to the test!" Was he checking my ass out as I stood and did curls? Maybe he was. I did flush; thankfully I was red from exertion.
"Aw, thanks Mac. I'll try my best. Thanks for thinking I can lead." I finished that set and stepped back. Mac slapped my shoulder and walked off. In the mirror I saw him adjust himself as he walked outta the room. That almost felt like a cruise. Cool!
I gritted thru the workout. I spent a few minutes in the dry sauna, but got sleepy. Dressed again, my blue tights showing thru my crotch, I knocked on Mac's door. He swung it open, on the phone ordering equipment. He held a finger up, and then pointed to a bench. I sat, slumped my crotch hot and obvious. He had on track pants now; he was wearing chinos earlier.
"What's up, Zach?"
"Just a thanks again. And what do you have in mind for helping Brett?"
"You've earned it this last year. You are one of the best wrestlers we've got and I think you're turning into quite the leader and top man." I did flush with pride and his even stare had my balls turning up the heat. "I think if you spend some mat time with Carson, get him to relax, get him accustomed to, well body contact, he'll drastically improve. His background is Kung Fu, you knew that? He's not got the level of comfort most guys who grew up wrestling have. Grapple with him, repeat moves, get him away from the crowds, from his head, ya know?"
I did know. I nodded at his suggestions. "Maybe you can instruct us sometime in the small mat room?"
"Yeah we plan to do workshops just like that." He swung one leg a couple of times; like I do when I want to feel my cock, but can't touch it...My instincts were clear: Mac was hot for me right now. My dick began inching along my pube growing towards my jeans front pocket. We kept talking about the workshops. I fiddled with my phone and that gave Mac a chance to check my cock. Yup.
He ended with, "Alright Wollinowski, you're on board. We'll see you in the locker room before practice tomorrow. Oh yeah, spread the word: since we're the only ones booked tomorrow for the gym, we can go casual during practice. Personal workout gear will be fine until we settle the roster and get team gear..."
I cocked my head, "Sooo...jocks and cups and singlets and warm-ups aren't required?"
"Nope, not since it's just us. The whole point of having a closed gym is so we don't have to cater to other people. I'm taking a more active role with the team this year; Jergens needs some down time, bless him. Oh and that info about casual gear was completely off the record. Got it? Now get your smirk and cocky ass outta here..." I stood and he didn't look up from his ledger.
"Thanks Coach!" I smacked him on the back and bent to grab my bag. I felt the heat of his glare as I stood. My left leaning dick needed fixing. I put my hand in my pocket and moved everything around, "See you tomorrow. Should I check in with you before practice?"
"Yeah. Do that, there's ways into the offices from the locker room now. Pop in, I'll get your thoughts on workout partners." His leg was swinging under his desk. I was nearly full hard under my hand in my pocket.
"Will do, Mac." I immediately went back into the locker room and pulled my cock out in one of the back sections. I edged for almost ten minutes, leaving drips of precum on the floor, 'baptizing' it, I hoped. And yes, Mac was what I edged to... a couple of voices made me jump into one of the stalls. I got my cock put away, flushed the toilet carried my book bag in front me pretending to look for something, I stepped towards the door.
I recognized the voices then, one was Caleb the other was Josh, whose parents have the cabin we stayed at. I stood and bullshitted for a minute and now that I was under half hard, swung my bag over my shoulder. Caleb's eyes flashed between my crotch and the stall. I nodded and walked out. The sleet had lessened but the wind was baaad. I headed home. Planning to shower, shave and edge as much as possible, my homework was light and I expected to crash early.
I made a quick dinner, listening to guys bitch about the weather; an ice storm was possible tonight. As I climbed the stairs, I wasn't tired but satisfied, glad to be home. I sat for an hour and did homework, the house quiet except for the wind. I got up to stretch my legs and back, I got juice from the kitchen and on the way back, heard Isaac's voice down his hall. I popped my head in his room, he was on the phone, but waved me in. The rooms in the back wing were smaller so as I sat on his chair our legs touched. He was talking to one of his professor's about TA work he was going to do.
He put one hand on my knee and gripped it; I pushed my legs open to him and leaned back. I could hear Josh and Bryce playing a video game even though their door was closed. Isaac finished his call, "Hey buddy," and he added his other hand to massaging my thighs, not hesitating to go deep into my hip joints. I popped wood just like that. "How're you feeling since this morning and your epic weekend?"