Turning the shower handle, Vincent eagerly welcomed the stream of hot water. It was just the kind of relaxation needed after a first work out. The exhausted student grabbed a bar of soap off the shower basket, rubbing it against his sore, growing muscles.
Vincent’s thoughts were all over the place. Carter was attractive, no two ways about it. But he couldn't look at his coach like that — there had to be some level of professionalism. Still, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to share Carter’s muscles or passion for sports — his nerdy love of computers seemed so dull in comparison. Growing disillusioned with his life choices, Vincent almost forgot about his growing erection. All this thinking about jocks & his coach must’ve turned him on.
Blushing, he cupped his cock to no avail, its tip twitched, sticking out slightly. "It's… bigger?" He murmured.
Looking over his shoulders, he saw that the steam was thick. And having the farthest shower away from Carter meant he had the privacy to jerk off. So without delay, Vincent pumped his enlarged penis, letting out a few soft gasps as he did.
"Let me help you with that."
Vincent almost jumped, startled by none other than Carter standing behind him. Too embarrassed to even turn, the jock-to-be froze.
"C- coach?!" Exclaimed the flustered Vincent. "What are you doing?"
In response, the coach wrapped his powerful back hugged him. "Doing you a favour, bro." He answered before Vincent guided his hand down to his shaft. He allowed himself to be serviced willingly for quite a while, the warm water of the shower washing away their sweat and desires.
Simultaneously, Vincent found his field of vision moving upwards. He was growing taller. But the impassioned student couldn't bother to react, as with each stroke, he could feel his muscles relaxing and swelling from their sore & soft state.
Vincent's gasps became moans as he edged closer to climax. At this, Carter sped up his pace, pumping his learner’s dick with effortless grace.
"That's called teamwork, Vince… you’ll be doing plenty of that in the big boys league. Isn't that what you want?"
"Y- Yes, coach! More than anything!"
At that moment, he imagined wrestlers grappling each other, their beefy bodies rubbing. Hands clapping as the crowd cheered for their favourite athlete. It's where he belonged. And it's at that realisation that the young man reached his limit. He climaxed at the hands of his coach, letting out a few cries and grunts as he unloaded his manhood.
The coach withdrew his hand, releasing his pupil from his warm, odours embrace.
Carter slapped his learner’s taut ass, causing Vincent to yelp and jump slightly.
The two left the shower and went back to the locker room to get dressed up.
"Good job today, V-man," He said, attempting to keep his composure after what had happened. "Just think, in a few months, you'll be competing with the best wrestlers while everyone watches. Man, I'm looking forward to it, aren't you?"
The boy only nodded in response, though his coach surely noticed the lust in his eyes.
"Anyways," He continued, zipping up his bag to head out the door. "See you tomorrow, stud." the coach winked.
And with those words, Carter left.
"See ya." The boy replied, watching as his muscular mentor left. Now, alone in the room, he wondered what path his life would take from here.
He knew this was only the beginning of something big, as a look in the mirror would attest.
"I'm ripped!" He said, in awe of the adonis looking back at him. Coursing his hands over his washboard abs, he grinned.
Although he was still on the lean side, it didn't prevent him from flexing and striking different poses for the mirror.
After that, the growing Vincent grabbed his hoodie off his broader shoulders to put it on. It was tight, tight enough to reveal the corded thickness of his muscle.
Scratching his head, Vincent wondered what he should do next.