'This isn't right. This isn't right,' Matt repeated to himself. Everything just felt so off. How could he possibly get through practices with thoughts of the other guys on top of him. It didn't help that whenever he was tackled, he'd take a few extra seconds on his back before realizing the other man had gotten off of him. It'd gotten so apparent that Coach Hendricks had asked if he needed the day off. He told coach 'no', but tried his best not to get too close to any of the other guys.
"Maybe Nick knows something," Matt reasoned. It was Nick who told him about the website after all. But what would he say? 'Hey, I got sent a dildo and I can't stop thinking about using it. Any pointers?' A bit of a smile crossed his face. "Damn it," Matt grit his teeth. He shouldn't be thinking about shit like that. Let alone enjoying it. He quickly called up Nick to see if it was okay to come over and then headed that way.
The drive was fast, faster than it needed to be, as Matt needed to know what was happening to him. His thoughts kept racing as images of the guys changing rushed through his mind. He kept thinking about himself being pushed against the lockers as different teammates took turns with him. His legs grinded his hardening dick. And that only seemed to turn him on more. Little whimpers exited his mouth as he craved the male attention he almost assuredly would not receive.
Matt banged on Nick's door. "Coming," a deep voice answered. The door opened and so did Matt's mouth. "H-hey. What's up?" Nick asked. Somehow he looked even bigger than before. He'd clearly been working out still, but this wasn't the body of someone who'd only been at it for less than a week. Matt tried to reason with himself that Nick must have been joking with him, but a body like that wasn't built in a day, week or even a year. He was big, broad and dense. Thick pecs pushed the shirt that he'd lent Nick to the limit. His arms filled the sleeves. And those flexible shorts looked like they could barely contain his legs or butt despite his waist still being just over 30 inches around. Nick had to weigh at least as much as Matt, yet everything still felt oddly normal. Other than the fact that Matt wanted to tear that shirt off his friend's chest and feel those hard muscles. "Ma-Matt?" Nick asked. "You feeling alright?"
"Uhh... Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine," Matt tried to shake the dirty thoughts out of his head, but they only seemed to have gotten dirtier. "I just wanted to..."