Kyle swaggered out of the locker room into the weight training room. He felt the confidence of two testosterone filled jocks stuffed into his jockstrap. His testosterone levels must have been jacked, when he rubbed his chin he felt stubble. Not peach fuzz, but actual stubble. He had blown his load earlier when he reduced Noah into his right scrotum. He didn't know who would be his lefty, but he needed to blow his nut again soon. He sauntered over to an Icarian machine. He knew 30 lbs was about his speed, but he set it higher anyway. He lost track of time in his new workout routine. He wasn't sure whether it was Chad or Noah or both of them influencing his decisions. He counted off 250th rep in his head, and released the weights to rest position. Ninety pounds? Had he really done 250 reps at 90 lbs each? He cooled off with a drink from the water fountain. Then strode over to the mirrored wall to admire his glistening skin. His shirt was drenched and painted to his body with sweat. He already had the clear beginnings of wider pecs and six pack abs. Apparently, Chad and Noah hadn't just given him a really big cock, foreskin and right testicle, but they were working over time on his body like a massive dose of steroids. Well, collectively the two jocks had lost over 350 lbs, mass and energy conservation are basic physics, and the conserved energy had turned Kyle into a junior jock in record time.
Kyle completed the Icarian Circuit twice in a daze. Chad and/or Noah seemed to be in charge. Kyle wasn't sure if this was what be in the zone was - he basically was zoned out. His eyes drifting from one student athlete to another working out in the weight room with him. He eyed Bruno's taut glutes, the swimmer clad only in his Speedo did his free weight routine. He was definitely a candidate for left testicle. Still, Kyle considered himself straight regardless of what Noah and Chad might think, and he already had one gay testicle, so the left one should probably be straight. On cue, Rick strode in with his big cock swinging freely under his basketball shorts.
"You should wear a supporter, you might strain something," Bruno cracked.
"Oh, and you think a Speedo is appropriate gym wear?" mocked Rick in reply.
Bruno cupped his manhood filled Speedo pouch, and hefted it a few times, saying, "Oh, yeah, very supportive. You should try it, Rick."
"You seen Chad today?"
"Yeah, where is he? I've been waiting for him to show, and throw Kyle off his machine. He's like clockwork usually, it's 10 am, he should be on that machine," Bruno said nodding at Kyle.
Kyle pretended not to hear, but he started to get hard at the mention of Chad's name. And the idea of his new penis manhandling him off the Icarian machine was laughable. Oh, right, Bruno and Rick didn't know. Rick would know soon enough, if Kyle could figure out how to get him alone.
Chad and Noah were getting to know each other a lot better than either wanted. They were now part of Kyle's equipment. Noah was totally embracing Chad the human cock, as his new foreskin, as well as being Kyle's right testicle. They had been intimate as best friends. They had showered together, skinny dipped together, jerked off with their teammates in the sauna, but this was a whole new level of intimacy for both of them.
Bruno seemed to become suddenly aware of something about Kyle. Maybe it was his gaydar picking up on Kyle's growing bulge, but there seemed to be something more. Rick noticed Bruno's distracted look.
"Wassa matta, Bruno?" Rick grunted as he lifted free weights.
"Uh? Huh? Oh, just thinking about Chad, I gotta feeling that something bad must've happened to him. You hear from him last night?"
"No," Rick said thoughtfully. Then shaking his head, "I just figured he got lucky. Probably, very lucky, as is sleeping it off, right now."
"Perhaps?" Bruno replied.