As Kyle watched Chad struggle to climb into his chair, Wilson Cain stood up from the seat next to him.
"Where if you think you're headed?" Kyle questioned.
"I was going to use the restroom." Cain said, nodding to the door Chad had left ajar.
"No you weren't. You just volunteered to be my next participant." Kyle said with a smile.
Wilson remembered standing up and offering to go next. He continued up to the front and stood in front of the mirror.
The mirror showed athlete in his wrestling team sweats. Wilson Cain was a 19 year old picture of masculinity. He had been the best wrestler on the team for the last three years. His dark complexion and angular face looked, even at rest almost predatory. His face was darkened by a glowering look and a dark five o'clock shadow. He was a winner, a fighter and a person nobody wanted to mess with. At 6'5" he intimidated even some of his teachers. His stoic presence in class and his singular focus on his wrestling career after high school made him quite an impressive specimen. Kyle looked him up and down too.
"Are you nervous?" He questioned.
Cain didn't reply. He wasn't going to feed into this game.
"You're sweating through your clothes." Kyle said.
Cain noticed that his grey sweats now had dark patches across his chest and under the arms.
"You should take off those sweats if they're making you so hot." Kyle said.
Cain began to feel overheated. He peeled off the sweatshirt and shucked off the pants to reveal his bright red singlet.
Standing in the singlet, Cain looked even more imposing. The straps of the athletic garment accented powerful shoulders covered in swirls of dark hair. His chest was covered with sweat matted dark hair. His torso tapered into a tight v. His bulge was clearly noticeable in the revealing garment. His legs were covered in the same dark hairs as his chest.
Kyle let out a low whistle. "You're a lot to look at. I should have spent more time in school going to wrestling matches."
Cain just snorted. Still not giving a word to the nerd on the power trip.
"I'm surprised that the coach lets you practice in such a low cut singlet." Kyle said with a grin. The neckline of the spandex garment plunged down from regulation chest height to just below Cain's navel. Now, furry pecs and abs were on display.