3 months

NM Bruce didn't feel like waiting very long, so he picked the shortest time: 3 months. He followed the man as he walked down the street. He walked for what seemed like an age before ariving at his destination. A gym. It was a private gym, run through the local university. Bruce had never been so he was somewhat excited to see the interior as he followed the man in.

"Gym's closed for private practice," The man behind the front desk said not looking up from his monitor.

"I know I'm here for the practice," the jock said.

"Name and Student ID," the man at the desk said, tapping on some keys. The jock face flushed as he frantically opened his bag riffling through it.

"Ugh, It's Lucas Lyle...I have my ID somewhere." Lucas said, taking out everything in his bag.

"I can't let you in without your ID." the man said in an unfeeling tone.

"I know. I'm getting it." Lucas said in a panic.

"Lucas, there you are. You're late, get in here." A voice called from the door leading to the lockers.

"I'm coming coach. I just need to find my ID." Lucas stammered.

"Just let him in." the coach said

"I'm afraid that's against." the man behind the desk stuttered,

"Let...him...in." The coach said forcefully and the man at the desk yielded waving him on. Lucas smiled forcefully at the man behind the desk and went to the locker room. NM Bruce followed, unable to resist the possibility of being a fly on the wall in a locker room. It didn't disappoint. There were about a dozen college-age hunks changing into wrestling singlets. One only in a jockstrap turned as Lucas walked in.

"Finally decided to show up eyyy Lucas," the man said and Lucas flashed him a playful smile walking over to him, and throwing his bag down on the bench.

"Stop, you might make me think you missed me Jack?" Lucas teased.

"Of course, I missed you Lucas, you're our star player," Jack teased.

"You can say you missed me all you like when you've got pants on," Lucas laughed, smacking Jack's ass.

"Quit playin with your dicks and get changed. We have a long practice ahead of us, and you have an extra 20 reps thanks to Lucas's tardiness." Coach said in a gruff tone. He didn't sound angry, but he was definatly firm.

"Yes coach, sorry coach," Jack and Lucas said in harmony quickly changing along with everyone else. Once they had gotten into their singlets, they filed into the gym. They lined up behind some of the machines awaiting their coach's instructions.

"Now, I know that many of you are disappointed not to be continuing the season in the athletic Pavillion this semester. As am I. The place really needed renovations and we were the team to take the hit during our season." he said then looked at his clipboard. "But this is no excuse to underperform at our game this Friday against USR, do I make myself clear."

"Yes Coach," the team said in unison, from practice.

"Good. Remember, based on your performance this Friday, I will use that when selecting the team captain...now Jarrod, Micah, Lucas on the rowing machines I want to see..." The coach continued to bark orders and the students complied.

NM Bruce watched the men work out, their sweaty grunts, spotters crotches inches away from lifters' faces. He don't know why he was so horny. He'd had so much sex today, but something was just so erotic about it all. After an hour or so they moved the equipment to the sides and practiced wrestling takedowns. Lucas was the real standout, easily taking down everyone in his weight class. At this moment NM Bruce had an idea. He floated over and put a hand on Coach's shoulder. Like he had hoped, he melted into the man, his body shivering like an ice cube into hot soup.

"Coach?" Jack asked seeing the coach shiver, "Is it too cold,"

"No," NM Bruce said and to his alarm and excitement, it was the deep voice of the coach. "No I'm fine, Jack, you're up against Lucas," Coach said, "You're up." The two nodded and went into the makeshift ring. Bruce blew the coaches' whistle and the two started to wrestle. Both were very good, struggling for dominance. Lucas pulled an arm around Jack and got him into a hold, but Jack escaped flipping Lucas over, so he was on his knees. It looked like Jack would win, putting an arm around Lucas's waist, but he turned horizontally, catching Jack off balance. Jack on his back, got pinned by Lucas as he flung himself on top. Bruce blew the whistle.

"Alright, so what was Jack's mistake here?" Bruce asked

"He's a dumbass," a guy with a bulge bigger than his IQ whispered to his friend.

"No, and watch your language," Bruce said harshly, the power of this man's voice giving him a rush. The muscle brain man looked terrified. "His mistake was where he grabbed him." Bruce pointed at Lucas. "Get on your knees again, like when Jack was pinning you. Lucas nodded and assumed the position. Bruce walked up and crouched next to him. "Instead of wrapping your arm parallel, you want to wrap vertical. This will give you a better a grip as well as restricting their movement." Bruce modeled by placing his hand between Lucas's legs and lifting. His hand brushed pass the jock's dick, but now was not the time to think about how long it was...like damn it was really long and he was only soft?

"Does this make sense?" Bruce said, and the rest nodded. Bruce got up and walked to his prior position. "Alright Jack try again, but now using the new techique."

"Okay," Jack said and he got on his knees next to Lucas. Coach blew the whistle and they resumed. Jack stuck his hand between Lucas's legs and this time it worked. Lucas was unable to shake Jack off.

Bruce blew the whistle.

"Alright, practice is over, hit the showers."

"Don't we go for another twenty minutes?"

"Yeah, twenty minutes in the showers. Now clean your stinky bodies.