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Exiting the Pool building, I was blinded by the immense light from the mid-autumn sun that has risen high in the time we had been training.

"Woof! Gonna be a scorcher today" Trent smiled, leading me across the campus behind the other members of the team.

The quad was filled with students enjoying the weekend sun and I couldn't help but be thankful that were weren't all due in class, especially after such an intense workout.

My thoughts must have shown on my face as Trent clapped my shoulder and chucked.

"Better out that trapped inside huh bro" he grinned.

"Yeah" I replied, "Thank god it's the weekend huh"

Trent nodded and sighed.

"Yeah you're gonna have to get used to running from the pool to class after training bro, ain't gonna sugar coat it"

I felt my stomach clench slightly, partially from the news but also from the fact that I hadn't eaten and the training had taken a lot out of me by the renewed tensing of my muscles.

"Thankfully we ain't got class today and we can go out for a beer and a burger!" Trent added gleefully as we turned out of the university grounds and down the road towards the string of student bars and shops.

I felt my stomach twist slightly and I was reminded about my experience in the cafeteria the day before.

"Not sure if I can handle a burger bro" I groaned sourly.

"I dunno bro" Trent replied confidently, "Your after effects ain't been as strong of ours, let's see how you do!"

With a wide grin he pulled me along the street and followed the stream of teammates as they turned into one of the open bars.

"Welcome to the Dive Bar!" Trent announced joyfully as we entered the dark interior of the side bar.

"Seriously" I groaned in complete exasperation, "It's really called that?"

"Hell yeah bro!" Trent smiled, releasing my shoulders and gesturing over to the where the team had already settled in a large booth, "It's our favourite bar, the team gets special discount's too!"

Trent pulled me over to the bar where a handsome dark haired man dressed in an open Hawaiian shirt, showing of his toned, hairless body was stood cleaning a glass and flashed us smile when he approached.

"Heya Trent" the man grinned, his eyes flicking between us, "Who's your new friend?"

"Jamie, meet Eric!" Trent replied, gesturing between us, "Eric, James, his dad owns the place and was once a swimming star on the team"

Jamie rolled his eyes.

"Don't mention it in front of him unless you wanna be fully degenerated by the time he's finished"

Trent laughed.

"Eric's literally just joined us" he continued merrily, giving me a shake, "Just got his shot yesterday"

James let out a low whistle.

"And already training, man you must be wrecked"

A sudden urge shot through my body and I raised an arm in a flex.

"Yeah it was rough" I replied, seeing a slight flush in the bartender's cheeks, "But it's worth it"

I added a small wink which put a smile on Jamie's face.

"Well for that little show I think I owe you a drink on the house" Jamie blushed, "I'll bring it over with the guys; usual food order Trent?"

"You're a star Jamie" Trent grinned and nodded, "Oh and add two of my drinks to this guy's tab"

He gave me a nudge.

"He lost a bet" Trent finished with a chuckle and I rolled my eyes.

After quickly agreeing a new tab with Jamie, Trent threw his arm back around my shoulder and span me around towards the team's booth just as the door opened and Caleb and Miguel entered, shooting me a wink as they caught my eye.

"Nice to see you two join us" Trent called, "Right c'mon guys scoot up, make room"

Several teammates shifted before Trent dropped me onto the seat and sandwiched me in.

"OK Bro!" Trent smiled, "Ya've met a few of ya bro's in training but now it's time to meet the rest of the team"

I stared around, some faces familiar but most were strangers, a few were smirking and whispering to each other but most had welcoming smiles on their faces.

"OK Freshman! Bro Fists for Eric!" Trent called.

Four members of the team all stretched out their fists towards me.

"Peter ya know already" Trent smiled and Peter nodded, "But you ain't met Kai!"

A dark haired student of Asian descent smiled, "Sup Eric!"

"Then you have Henry" Trent continued, gesturing to a brown haired student who winked and nodded, "Hey Bro!"

"And finally Gabriel" Trent finished, patting the shoulder of a blonde student next to him who had a handsomely boyish face and deep blue eyes.

Bumping each of my fellow Freshman's fists I greeted them eagerly, feeling an increased comradery with them, having already attended several training sessions with them before my shot but never really getting to know them personally.

Before I had chance to ask about them, Trent quickly moved on to introduce me to the five sophomores; Devlin, Malik, Thomas, Leon and Ashley.

This group were the ones muttering between themselves and shooting me odd glances.

"Got something to say bros?" I asked rather cooly, not enjoying the secrecy.

Malik, a well-built Arab man with rich, caramel skin suddenly looked rather sheepish.

"No offence Bro!" he said quietly, "We were just wondering about how you were gonna compete, I mean...well..."

He glanced at his fellow team mates for help and Devlin, a hulking figure with ebony skin responded in voice as deep as oceans.

"You're old bro, we just were curious how ya got in dude?"

There was a kind of rippling murmur that passed around the table at this and I was rather thankful that Jamie then appeared with an enormous ice bucket filled with beer.

"On your tabs lads" Jamie grinned, dumping the bucket on the table "Drink up!"

The whole team cheered and we all dived at the bucket and quickly knocked back the drinks although it did nothing to break the chain of the conversation.

Although rather nervous about my circumstances of being on the team, a sensation both in my mind and around my groin from Barry told me to trust my teammates, present and past.

We were a team, jock's stand together.

"Mr Carter told me about that yeah" I finally replied to the eager faces, new confidence in my voice, "He told me I'm gonna be competing in national competitions, since I'm too old for varsity."

"HOLY SHIT!"

"Seriously BRO!"

"That's awesome Eric!"

"You're so Lucky there Bro!"

The reaction of the team filled me with pride and I was soon being clapped on the shoulder and having my hair ruffled from all directions.

It appeared to soften up the sophomores, who were now looking at me with renewed respect.

"Ok guys, give him some space" Trent laughed, raising his beer, "Dude still only met half of you louts and we were just about to hit the best team there is, the Juniors!"

There was a raucous outcry from most of the men at this but everyone laughed as Trent pointed out four older members of team who all cheered and flexed their thick muscled arms.

"Meet my fellow Juniors bro" Trent smiled, "Luke, Takashi, Sebastian and Oliver!"

I fist-bumped and smiled back at the others.

"Hope my roommate is pulling his weight when he's not showin' off" I grinned, hearing Trent gag on his beer.

Oliver, a well-built athlete with his black hair in a buzzcut, laughed loudly and raised his beer.

"Yeah bro, he's actually pretty good in the water when he's not got his brain in his speedo"

"DUDE!" Trent cried while everyone else laughed.

"Or when he's not posing in the mirror" Takashi piled on, a Japanese student with a lithe but extremely toned build as shown by the perfectly outlined muscles in his skintight spandex shirt he wore under his open team jacket.

"BRO!" Trent sneered, "You spent twice as long in front of the mirror as I do!"

"Only cause he needs ta gel up that hair a' his bro!" Sebastian bellowed, a taller member of the team with a short stubbly beard on his defined chin which accompanied a smooth southern drawl in his voice.

"And at least he keeps his speedo on when he does it too" Luke concluded with a cheeky wink at me, his thickly muscled arms behind his head while he lounged back, manspreading unashamedly on the bench.

A roar of laughter filled the bar as both me and Trent blushed madly.

"OH FUCK ALL OF YOU!" Trent yelled in mock fury, flipping them the finger but the smile on his face proving he took it all in jest and he continued to goad the team on before we finally settled down and Trent drew the spotlight on the four oldest members of the team, besides me.

"Finally we have our stars in their final year with us" Trent announced, raising his beer and a hand to his heart, "Our beloved Senior bro's"

The rest of the team all applauded and laughed while Trent addressed each individually.

"Braden, our diving star"

Braden grinned and raised his hand in recognition, he was toned and lithe with a chiselled jawline.

"I will be once I beat Barry's score this year" he called.

Trent raised an eyebrow,

"Better hope ya don't start degenerating early like Mitchel then!"

"LOW BLOWWWWWWWWWWWW BROOOOO!" Mitch called out and everyone couldn't help but snigger at the long 'O' sounds from his locked mouth.

"Sorry bro but it's the truth" Trent chuckled, "Next we have our butterfly master, Ishaan!"

Trent drew my attention to a handsome Indian student with thick black hair and powerful arms and legs.

"Butterfly and backstroke bro!" Ishaan grinned, "Keep training and might just be able to beat my record before you degenerate"

"OHHHHHH CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!" Trent called back and the team cheered again before he turned back to me.

"Finally we have our two medley relay racers, Miguel and Caleb who will be very happy to give you advice on "team play"

Trent exaggerated the last two words clearly and ripple of realisation ran across a few members faces and their smiled became a little too knowing.

Caleb and Miguel themselves shared a look with each other before winking at me.

"And our best advice to you Eric and all you Freshman" Caleb began, raising his beer.

"Is to train hard and enjoy yourselves as much as you can in between, never waste a second!"

"HEAR! HEAR! BRO!"

The whole team raised their beer in a single cheer and with introductions finally finished, Jamie arrived with a wagon full of food.

Burgers, Fries and Fried Chicken.

My stomach gave a horrible twist as the gathered tables were ladened with everything but a healthy salad.

The other members of the team all dived in eagerly, taking handfuls of the greasy treats where as I sat there trying to remain in control of my sickened body.

"Struggling bro?" Leon asked, his deep grey eyes and concerned voice clearly contrasting his naturally fierce features.

"Yeah man" I nodded, "should have seen me in the cafeteria yesterday"

Leon smiled and patted my shoulder as he was sat next to me.

"Just try something, trust me bro" he smiled, "It's like trying new food all over, you're always worried till ya take the first bite"

Looking back at the food again, I gulped, repressing another twinge as my stomach.

I reached for a basket of fries that was closest to me and took a handful of the warm, salty sticks.

As I brought them to my mouth, the pungent smell of the cooking oil hit me and again my stomach turned.

Every instinct in my body telling me it was unhealthy, to drop the fries immediately and hunt down the nearest grilled chicken.

"Go on bro!" Leon encouraged, "Trust me"

Pulling one chip from the bunch I brought it to my lips, using my sensation of hunger to combat my ever growing resistance.

"Just do it" I thought madly and finally, hunger won out and I took a bite.

Like a scene in a film about a rodent chef, it was as though I was being transported back to the first time I ate fast food.

The explosion of flavour was almost orgasmic and all resistance immediately faded in place of anticipated hunger.

With sudden gusto, I plunged the fistful of fries into my mouth and reached for another basket, oblivious to the knowing grins of all my team mates as they watched me pig out.

"And there he goes" Trent cheered, hi fiving Leon.

"Yep he's over his Jock gut" Leon smirked, "Enjoy it bro!"

I didn't need any more encouragement, although trying to talk back with a mouthful of fried chicken appeared to be enough of a response that they could tell I was enjoying myself.

Several empty baskets later I laid back in my seat and struggled to repress a belch while rubbing my hand over my belly was surprised that I could still feel the roll of my abs.

"Full up Bro?" Leon asked, clinking his beer to mine.

I gave a weak smile and nodded.

"Yeah I think I may have overdone it bro" I moaned, "So fucking good though"

Leon and Trent both laughed as I slowly sat back up, looking around as the group had partially separated in my feeding frenzy.

The seniors were still grouped around the table although some newcomers had slipped in without me noticing.

Mitch was locked in an odd make out session with a woman with curly brown hair, her lips were moving while his remained stuck, causing me to quickly look away as I tried to hold back a snort.

Trent caught my expression before looking over to where Mitch was sitting and grin spread over his face.

"Oi Mitch, y'know ya gotta kiss back, don't let Annie do all the work"

Trent's call rang over the bar music and all the seniors turned as one to grin at Mitch and the girl I took to be Annie break apart from their kiss but Mitch still had his lips puckered.

"FAAAAAWWK YOOOOOU!" Mitch swore, flipping his middle finger up at Trent who just laughed.

The brown haired girl however just smiled and took Mitch's hand.

"Don't listen to Trent, Mitch" Annie smiled, pecking his cheek, "He's just being a jealous prick"

"Whats nuuuuuw there?" Mitch sneered, regaining enough dexterity in his lips to kiss her back.

Trent merely rolled his eyes and the other seniors laughed.

My gaze however was on Annie and she caught my eye and smiled.

"Hey I don't think I've seen this swimmer boy before" Annie grinned, "Is this the newbie Mitch?"

"Yeah thaaaaaaaaaawt Eric" Mitch replied, "Owwwwwwr new freshman"

"Nice to meet you Annie" I grinned, "I'm assuming you're Mitch's better half"

Annie gave a sweet smile and curled a finger through Mitchel's hair.

"Yep we've been together since freshman year" she smiled, "we're going to make the most of this one though obviously"

I cocked an eyebrow at this and the question I had been burning to ask slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

"So you....You're ok with the whole...err...whole degeneration thing?" I asked quicky, "I mean...uh well..."

I felt my face go red and Mitch, Trent and Leon were all giving me a look that clearly said "Dude, Not Cool!"

Annie however laughed.

"Lighten up boys" she said merrily my teammates but she smiled at me before going on, "I've lost count at how many people have asked us that, but yes, I am fine with Mitch's degeneration, we set it all out freshman year"

She gave Mitch a peck on the cheek.

"Put simply" she continued, "I'm a Marine Biology major, so whatever Mitch becomes, I'll be taking him with me on field studies once I graduate, we'll have a good long life together"

There was a collective sarcastic "Awwww" from the gathered team with many of them making comedic gestures of heartbreak and love.

"Awwwwwwwt least until the ooooooniversity can reverse the transformation" Mitch added, ignoring the other teammates and putting his arm around Annie's waist.

I felt a lump form in my throat, it was almost a fairytale kind of romance but it did leave one large inconsistency and I didn't want to address it.

My concern must have shown on my face because Mitch laughed.

"And we have things ready in case I caaaaaaaawwnt toooon back" he grinned, "But that oooour little secret"

Annie gave me an additional wink and I suddenly waved my hands.

"No, No I didn't wanna go so deep bro" I said quickly, "Just curious y'know, it's all new to me"

"No worries Eric" Annie smiled, "As I said, not our first time answering that one"

The conversation quickly drifted away to happier subjects and the team began to separate to engage in some of the activities around the bar now that introductions were out of the way.

The sophomores all went through a pair of double doors leading out into a conservatory area where several pool tables seemed to be set up, a few of the team grabbed cues and racked up balls and were soon bending over with tongues out in concentration as they fingered their cues for a shot.

Others were gathered around a television on the far wall which was displaying the results of the latest football league, but most had separated into smaller groups and were gathered around other tables having private conversations while Jamie went around replacing drinks.

I remained at table for most of it, chatting with the other team members who circled in and out, discussing majors, teachers and general sports.

I began to find my mind filled with knowledge that I never thought I knew, another trait of the Jock serum I rationalised but I wasn't complaining as for the first time in my life I was actually able to talk sports and understand what I was saying.

"Roooot Broooos" Mitch said after another hour had passed and we had all drunk another two pints, "Me and Annie are goonna roll, Leooooon youuuuu know the deal"

Leon grinned slyly, "Sure do bro! Speedo on the door means find a new place to sleep for the night"

The rest of the team let out a laugh and whooped and cheered as Mitch and Annie left, Annie blowing a kiss to Leon as she went.

Leon however rolled his eyes,

"Hey Malik can I bunk with you tonight bro?" he called loudly through the door.

"Long as ya keep ya boxers on this time bro" Malik called back and looking over the seat I saw he was bent double over a pool table lining up a shot.

"I take it your Mitch's roommate then?" I asked as Leon downed the last of his drink.

"Yeah bro" Leon sighed, wiping his mouth, "He's my mentor too, when he's not breaking the bed with Annie"

I repressed a snort, but pressed on with my question.

"I mean, do all mentors stay with their freshman?"

"Sure do" Trent replied, "I was with Barry right up till he fell to the floor as your future speedo shorts"

I felt Barry twitch through my pants and my cock throbbed.

"Ahh so you got Barry, did ya bro?" came the smooth Hispanic tones of Miguel who sat on my other side, "I thought ya speedo looked familiar"

"Sure, Barry's what you were looking at" Trent chuckled, earning a glare from Miguel.

"Pipe down Abercrombie" Miguel sniped, "didn't Barry teach you to respect ya senior bro's?"

"Only when required" Trent replied looking down at his phone, "Anyway bro, yeah all freshman stay with their mentors, we get our assignments junior year"

He looked around and began jabbing his finger at various teammates.

"Luke has Kai, Takashi has Gabriel, Seb has Peter and Ollie has Henry, leaving me with you!"

Trent rounded off his list with a flourish before taking another swig of his drink but I was looking at him with a confused expression.

"But I was a late addition to the team, it was the only spot available" I said slowly, "Were there just not many applicants for the program this year?"

Trent lowered his glass and the familiar awkward look passed over his face.

"Nah bro" he said dejectedly, "never got my first assignment, dude had a mutation in his shot and was a pool cover before I ever met him"

Miguel and Leon both winced and patted Trent.

"Tough luck bro" Miguel said remorsefully, "At least ya got Eric now"

Trent's face broke into a wide grin and he put an arm around my shoulder.

"Hell yeah, kinda got lucky in a way on that one bro!"

I blushed.

"Bro really?" I mumbled

Trent laughed cheekily and raised his glass.

"To our adorable mentee's" Trent announced, drawing laughs from the other teammates, "may you grow into fine swimmer bro's....thanks to the juniors of course!"

There was a loud cheer from the other juniors and sharp exclamations from the remaining seniors but I just laughed.

For my first time out and about in a good while, I was having fun, and I could tell that despite it all this was going to be one hell of a ride.

Raising my own glass, I joined in the cheers.

"C'mon Bro! One more Rep!"

I let out a long, loud grunt, forcing my burning legs to push the plate one last time, my quads screaming in protest at my brain as the machine clicked to indicate the rep.

"YEAH BRO!" Peter cheered as I dropped the weights with a loud crash and slumped in the leg press machine, panting heavily.

"F...Fuck...that was...intense" I gasped, reaching for my water bottle and taking a grateful swig of the cool, flavoured water before swinging my legs off the machine and feeling them tingle.

"How much am I pressing now?"

Peter leant around the machine to examine the weights stacked on the plate and he let out a long whistle.

"Broooo! You just pressed 500 pounds" he grinned.

A deep rush of pride surged through me and I jumped to my feet and let out a yell of triumph.

"FUCK YEAH BRO! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT" I cheered, hi-fiving Peter and punching the air.

A few other gymgoers looked up from their exercises at my outburst and I couldn't help but smile and pull a flex and show off my swollen biceps and part of my defined chest through my open sided tank top.

It had been over a week now since my shot and I was really beginning to accept the jock I now was, showing off my cut swimmers body and enjoying how people stared and admired the new me and I felt a twinge of pride of how some of the already fit muscle heads glared in envy.

Although all the attention did come at a price in the public university gym.

"Hey stud" came a simpering voice from behind me and I turned to see a woman in tight gym gear smiling at me, "Looking real fine there"

She reached up to trace my pecs through my shirt before reaching for my arm.

"Fancy meeting up in a bit for coffee?"

"I...errr..." I stammered, a blush rising in my cheeks.

She smiled wider and pulled out a pen from her pocket

"Tell you what" she simpered, pulling my arm towards her and beginning to write, "Call me, and we'll see where things go"

She gave me a wave and walked away and Peter sauntered around the machine.

"Bro! What was that, like your seventh this week" he jibed, thumping my shoulder and staring down at the girls number emblazoned on my arm.

"Eight" I snorted, "And don't you start bro, I know you're already at ten"

Peter smiled and flexed his arms.

"That's cause I got youth on my side bro" he winked jokingly.

"Fuck you bro" I laughed, grabbing my towel, bottle and phone which had just beeped.

Checking the screen, I huffed.

"Gonna have to hit the showers bro" I said sadly, "Trent says we gotta move into the research dorm today"

"Fair enough" Peter sighed, shifting the weights on the leg press, "Don't worry I'll try not to get too many more numbers while you're gone"

I shook my head and waved a hand over my shoulder in farewell as I marched out of the crowded gym, enjoying the stares of a few women and men as I went.

The locker room was abandoned when I entered it and I let out a disappointed grunt as I usually enjoyed looking at and being the eye candy when the room was full.

Sighing, I set my possessions on the bench and quickly span the combination to the locker to pull out my gym bag.

It had gotten a lot of use in the last week, especially in the times when I wasn't basically glued to Trent's hip, the two of us having become almost inseparable except when we both had class.

This had lead however to a closer friendship with Peter, who's timetable was near enough the same as mine, so we decided to get some gym sessions in where we could and it had really boosted our comradery, being gym mates, spotting and encouraging each other.

I smiled and lifted the shower gel and fresh towel from the bag before I stripped off till I stood only in a damp, sweaty jock strap.

I gave the bulging garment a grope and thought wistfully of Barry.

I had been wearing him religiously for days but the team had told me to let him rest and to wash him regularly as he was still a member of the team and deserved the decency and respect of any other bro.

Letting the sweaty jock fall to my ankles, I kicked it onto the pile of used gym wear and then turned and strode towards the showers, towel over my shoulder and letting my chubbing cock sway openly in the warm air.

The hot water poured from the showerhead and a haze of steam quickly rose up in the communal block and I stood for a moment basking in the heat as the relaxing stream washed away the remnants of my work out and the scribbled number on my forearm.

I was beginning to enjoy showers more and more as it was a moment when I got to freely explore the ongoing changes of my body, usually with an audience.

Running my hands across my skin, I began to feel the increased definition the daily training and the gym sessions were adding to my form, even after a mere week.

I traced my jawline and I felt the strange shift as my chin was becoming chiselled and I began to wonder if any part of my old body would remain before my degeneration.

The clanging of a locker door and the soft foot falls of bare feet interrupted my thoughts and I turned in time to see a man shyly make his way into the hazy shower block.

From what I could tell, he was a most likely a sophomore or junior and had the temperament of a gamer nerd, a rounded hairy belly and a scruffy dark brown beard that linked to a mess of dark hair.

Upon catching sight of me, the man seemed to become more skittish, taking a shower in the row behind me so he kept his back to me as he began to scrub himself down.

A faint trace of his musk carried on the air and I felt my cock throb, I got an earthy scent mixed with the sweat of a hard work out.

I thought I'd test the water with the guy, the jock impulse guiding me.

Letting out an audible grunt, I began to stretch under the water, moving through each motion slowly and deliberately to give my fellow gymgoer a little show.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him glance in my direction and either the shower was too hot or he definitely had a blush playing about his face.

"Time to give him a real show" I thought wickedly and I began a full back stretch, raising my arms and then bending over to grab both my ankles, spreading my ass cheeks in his directions.

I was rewarded by an audible gasp and glancing between my legs at his inverted expression, I knew at he was definitely into it, and the Jock in me wanted to give it to him.

Dropping the pretence, I turned under the shower stream to face the other man, who quickly turned away and resumed frantically scrubbing his body.

I knew he wouldn't be able to help himself, so I began to stroke my body, my hands slipping sensually over my skin, down my chest and to my smooth cock.

Every now and then the man's head twitched like he had a tick and I knew he was trying to resist.

"Mmmph" I moaned loudly, shamelessly stroking my cock before the man and leaning back against the tiled wall.

The man's head turned and I saw the deep red blush on his face, I smiled at him, hoping to break the tension.

I watched him gulp and then slowly turn, his hands reaching down to shield his own manhood beneath his belly.

I continued to beat off my dick, seeing him watch me was filling me with pride, that this dude wanted me, all he needed was a little push.

Releasing my cock I pulled a flex with one arm and gave him a wink and a jerk of my head, encouraging him to join me.

The man looked confused, scared and almost ready to bolt.

Then he took an obvious deep breath, closing his eyes.

When he opened them again, he looked determined and I grinned widely as he began to walk towards me.

He was shaking when he stopped in front of me, his eyes not meeting mine but fixed on my cock.

I took the moment to look at him properly, observing how he reminded me of my old self, but I was a jock now.

And one thing that jocks loved, was muscle worship.

Rubbing my hands up my chest, I circled my nipple and watched his gaze follow my fingers progress while his chubby cock swelled beneath his belly.

He finally met my eyes, his expression fearful but wanting, he needed something to break that final resolve, and I knew just how to do it.

Without a word, I winked at him and nodded.

The man took a deep breath and then slowly raised his hands to slowly stroke my chest, feeling my firm pecs and rolling abs, his fingers tracing over my body as though fondling glass.

I let my head fall back and I moaned, the man's touch felt electric, the Jock urges pushing me to indulge further, to give this man all he wanted so long as he worshiped my jock bod.

His breaths were fast and shallow but I could tell he was enjoying himself, stepping closer, his hairy gut pressed against my smooth abs and I suddenly felt a bristling on my pec before his lips enveloped my nipple and he began to suckle and kiss the sensitive dark shin.

"Fuuuuck" I gasped, enjoying his ministrations and adjusting my stance so our cocks brushed together, my hard, smooth shaft sliding against his smaller, hairier member.

I was rewarded by a long moan from the man, breaking away from my chest to watch the frotting of our manhoods.

A voice in my head told me to remind him of the rest of me.

Flexing my arm so my bicep bulged, I moved my arm to brush his shoulder and his gaze moved to my swollen arm.

For a second he stared at the bulging muscle before leaning in and giving my mound a kiss, lathering his tongue over the muscle while his hand rose to massage my shoulder and forearm, stroking and petting my smooth skin.

I smiled, purring almost as he gave my body the gentle worship I was craving.

To reward him, I reached out and took his hand, guiding it slowly to our frotting cocks and letting him wrap his fingers around our shafts.

We both leaned into it as he jerked us both together, out pants and moans lost in the ongoing spray of the shower above us.

I felt his cock pulsing against mine, I could tell he was getting close.

Slowly I dropped my flex and rested my hand on the man's shoulder, staring into his deep green eyes I winked again and I slowly applied pressure.

He reacted just as I desired, he released out cocks and slowly dropped to his knees.

I smiled cheekily as his gaze fell to my pulsing cock that was now inches from his face, his own hands moving to stroke his own cock below his belly.

The feeling of his warm breath over my sensitive tip causing me to shiver despite the steamy room being so comfortable.

I looked down at him, watching him stare longingly at my cock, shaking my hips slightly, I grinned as he turned his head; enraptured.

I wanted to tell him just to do it, but I felt that we had never needed words up to this point, I lowered my hand to his now dampened, long hair and slowly applied pressure again.

His lips brushed my leaking tip and I paused, letting him take the final plunge.

There was a brief moment of stillness.

And then I felt a new warmth envelop my cock as his lips parted and his tongue began to lather my shaft.

I threw my head back in ecstasy, it was like crossing a boundary from one pleasure to the next and my body was in rapture because of it.

The man below began to bob on my shaft, all shyness gone as he seemed to truly embrace his role, his hands moving up my muscular thigh's and cupping my firm toned ass, enjoying every moment of his service to this adonis.

I began to thrust my hips slowly, pushing my cock deeper into his willing maw, feeling his warm breath as his beard brushed my balls, almost fully deepthroating my cock and forcing another low, deep moan from my lips.

I was getting close myself now, the heat of room and the act rushing through me as I placed my hand on the man's head, holding him gently while I increased the pace of my thrusts, his cheeks bulging while his eyes moved drunkenly up to me, lost in his own blissful enjoyment while he frantically jerked himself off.

Pounding my cock into his throat, I felt his body suddenly stiffen and a muffled moan rippled along my cock from the man's throat.

"MMMMPH!!!"

The man's muted cry was followed by a long shiver and I gasped as I felt something splash up my shins and the air was suddenly filled with the earthy musk of the man's cum.

The rich scene was the final barrier that pushed me over the edge.

"Fuuuuuck!" I gasped and pulled the man's face down onto my groin, pushing my throbbing cock as deep into him as it would go before I unleashed my load within him.

The man squirmed below me, his moan's muffled against my balls, his hand's gripping my hamstrings to hold himself there while he greedily drank down my load, his tongue lashing around my shaft to coax as much of my salty load as possible.

I rested my head back against the shower tiles, the stream of water still cascading merrily over us as we basked in the warm afterglow.

A ripple of pleasure ran up my body as he pulled slowly of my cock, giving my spent tip a lick before surprising me by lowering his head down and beginning to kiss and lick the bridge of my foot.

Staring down in amazement I watched the man trace his tongue over my ankle and up my shin and I realised he was trying to clean his own cum off my leg before the water washed it away.

I couldn't help but smile down at him while he continued his efforts, flexing my arms up above my head and enjoying what could only be the epitome of jock worship.

After a few minutes of kissing and licking, the man looked up at me, a smile playing across his sodden beard while his cheeks were still flushed.

He seemed beyond words but he seemed to radiate gratitude.

I decided to break the tension and held out a hand to pull him to his feet.

"Thanks bro" I smiled, winking at him, "That was awesome"

The man chuckled and blushed.

"Y..yeah" he stammered, shuffling his feet, "I..I've never done that before...it felt...amazing"

His voice was smooth and innocent although I felt that would change in the future.

Patting him on the ass, I grabbed my shower gel and towel and exited the shower area, spotting as I did that a couple of other men getting had entered and were getting changed, both of them averted their gaze from me but a casual glance at their tenting jeans told me they had enjoyed our little show as much as we had.

Drying myself slowly, making sure to show off my body to the others who were 'definitely not looking', I pulled on a fresh jock, shorts, my team vest and a pair of sneakers before swinging my back over my shoulder.

"Later bro's" I grinned, enjoying their upturned blushing faces as I left the room into the gym foyer.

As I headed for the exit, a voice called out.

"HEY!"

Turning back I saw the man running up to me, fully clothed his hair still wet and plastered to his face leading me to believe he had rushed to dry himself off just to follow me out.

I waited as he stumbled up to me panting.

"Clearly in need of some stamina training" came a voice in my head, watching the man regain his composure.

He looked me square in the face but still seemed to struggle with words.

"H..Hey man" he stammered, "C...can...can..I?"

I raised a eyebrow at him before he blurted out.

"CAN I GIVE YOU MY NUMBER?"

He seemed to freeze and looked around embarrassed as a few nearby people had turned around to look at us but I smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Sure thing bro" I grinned, reaching into my shorts and pulling out a marker.

The man's expression relaxed almost into disbelief as he took the pen from me and shakily began to write his number on my arm where only half an hour before, another number I had no interest in had been.

"SERIOUSLY BRO!"

Trent's yell was so loud it echoed around the room and almost caused me to drop the two large boxes I was hauling.

"Dude chill!" I cried, stepping around him into the large room and setting the boxes down on one of the room's two large beds.

"There is that all?" I asked looking around at the cluttered room.

The new room was slightly bigger than our old room in the regular dorm with some clear benefits for the members of the jock program.

The Research dorm was located literally on the edge of the sport and medical complex so all facilities were a stride away, it had its own private gym and common room, all the beds were bigger to complement our changing physiques, the desks came with personal laptops for our studies and there was a portion of the floor with padding and a small rack of weights for spontaneous exercises.

We also kept our bathroom, for which I was rather thankful for, partially for the small amount of privacy but mainly for the fact that I wouldn't be looking over my shoulder for Miguel or Calab every time I needed to wash.

The two of them had been nearly chasing me for the last few days after practice, as we hadn't yet had the bonding session we had been teasing after the first practice.

Trent dumped his own box onto a stack slumped down on the other bed, scowling at me.

"I think so" he answered sourly, massaging his arms and still clearly irritated from my excuse for being late.

"Seriously though!" he burst out, unable to contain himself, "You kept me waiting for a quickie in the gym showers with a random dude!"

"Bro!" I cried, affronted, "You and the team told me to embrace my body and everything it comes with! Besides I got his number!"

I raised my arm to show the scribbled digits and the name 'Alex' written below.

"He was kinda sweet" I continued, "Said he hoped we could work out together sometime."

Trent cocked an eyebrow and sneered.

"Ohhhhh got a bit of a crush do we?" he chuckled, his previous irritation fading in the presence of fresh ammunition.

My face flushed but at the same time I felt a slight sense of guilt.

I had been playing over the erotic scene in my mind, for my own enjoyment mostly, but also to think of how my new instincts pushed me into situations I would never have indulged in before the program.

I thought to how I had seduced Alex, how my body had just given into the instincts and how my mind had done nothing to stop it, and how deviant it had been in public where we could have been caught anytime.

Something must have shown on my face because Trent's smirk faded.

"Everything OK Bro?" he asked concernedly, "Looks like somethin's eatin' at ya?"

I looked at him and was about to say 'No' when the instinct hit again and I froze as a thought rushed through my mind.

"Bro's support each other...we're a team....he's your mentor.....share....support"

The mattress beside me sank as Trent suddenly sat beside me, I had not seen him move in my reverie.

"It's the instincts isn't it bro?" he said kindly and knowingly.

I nodded, not bothering to ask why he knew, he must have been through it all himself.

"They kick in hard after your shot" Trent explained, " It will get easier, trust me but if they're forcing you to do something you don't wanna do then you just have to fight through bro"

He patted my shoulder.

"We're Jock's, but we also human" he rallied, "The serum may give us bods and whisper in our ears bro, but we're the ones in control!"

His enthusiasm, as always, was infectious, and I found myself smiling.

"Just feels so alien bro" I said slowly, "Just letting my body go into full horn dog mode around other dude's in the shower"

I blushed.

"I always kind of put on a show" I finished meekly.

"And why shouldn't you bro!" Trent exclaimed, jumping up, "Bro I've told you this already, you got a smokin' hot bod for three to four years...SHOW OFF BRO!"

I jumped at the ending yell and fell back on the bed.

"B...But what if I keep leading other dudes on?" I asked, "I mean...today it was just...just..."

"Just embracing a fantasy you always wished would happen" Trent supplied with a grin.

I looked up at Trent, confused.

"What?"

Trent rolled his eyes.

"OK bro, lets say you were showering and all of a sudden that British dude who played Superman walks in butt naked and starts doing what you did today!"

My face went a deeper red as the actor's ripped body somehow jumped to the front of my mind and I had to repress the urge to drool.

Trent seemed to read my thoughts and went on.

"Would you take that chance if it was delivered to ya bro? Get down on your knees and blow Superman?"

I shook slightly, my cock beginning to throb in my jock at the mental image.

"OK! OK!" I yelled, seeing his point, "I get it...I guess it was like a fantasy I dreamt of in my old body"

Trent nodded and grinned.

"You gave him an opportunity you never had" he smiled, "And in your fantasy, did you marry Supe's and be his kryptonite?"

"DUDE!" I cried exasperatedly, "NO! It was just...just..."

"Just sex bro!" Trent finished, "Most little jaunt's like this are just flings bro...One nighters!"

My mouth fell open and I stared at Trent gormlessly for a moment.

"You're at University Bro!" Trent laughed, "People fuck about all the time, did you not know!"

I gave him a stern look and his face suddenly fell.

"Ahh...right...sorry bro" he murmured.

"Its cool bro" I replied, staring at the number on my arm. "But what if he think's its more than that?"

"Then put him right bro" Trent smiled, "Tell him ya not interested in a relationship and see what he says...unless you wanna take it further."

My eyes went wide and I suddenly considered it.

Alex had been kind, sweet, forward and confident.

But did I really know him, after only one little blowjob?

"N..No I don't think I'm ready for that" I said slowly.

"And there ya go!" Trent grinned, spreading his arms wide, "That's your answer bro!"

He gave my arm another thump and turned back towards his bed and I got up from mine.

"You have his number bro, just call him" Trent added, pulling books from the boxes and placing them on the shelf, "It's what I'd do, get it sorted sooner rather than later."

I stared down at my phone and then at my arm.

"Yeah" I replied, "You're right"

I smiled up at Trent and he looked back, an uneasy expression on his face.

"What?" he asked worriedly.

"You're shaping up to be a good mentor bro" I smiled and then laughed as his face suddenly blushed red.

"If ya think my relationship advice is good, wait till I start critiquing ya swimming bro!" he snorted back.

Laughing I grabbed my phone and raised my wrist to dial the number.

RIIIIIIING! RIIIIING!

Before I could even tap one digit, the phone suddenly buzzed and vibrated in my hand and I felt my breath catch.

"Fuck I didn't give him my number!" I thought wildly, shaking slightly before my eyes fell to the screen and I saw the name above the number.

SEAN FALLOWS

"S...Sean?" I stammered,

Sean was an old friend from school, the one who's father had offered me the position in his company.

I gulped, I hadn't had the chance to call him since my shot or let the company know, assuming that the university would have liaised with them.

Taking a deep breath and shaking my head, I tapped the answer button and raised the phone to my ear.

"Sean!" I said happily, "Hey Bro! How's it going back at the office?"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING BRO ME YOU ASSHOLE! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE!"

The yell that came out of the phone was so loud I had to hold the device a foot away from my ear and a couple of books hit the floor as Trent stumbled at the noise and looked around at me.

"D'fuck bro?" he mouthed at me but my focus was on the call.

"HEY DUDE QUIT SHOUTING!" I yelled back, "WHAT DID I DO?"

There was some loud, haggard breathing coming down the phone but the response was more tolerable to bring the phone back to my ear.

"What did you do?" Shaun replied, his voice fierce, "You fucking made me look like a right arse in front of pops, that's what!"

My eyes narrowed and my nostrils flared in tension.

I knew this conversation was coming, but I still wasn't prepared for it.

"Look Bro..." I began.

"DON'T BRO ME!" Sean bellowed back and I winced, "We ain't in out fucking twenties anymore!"

A snarl played across my face.

"Yeah I know that BRO!" I replied sarcastically, "But I've never felt better in my life for making this choice!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Trent give me the double thumbs up.

"I joined the jock program cause it was better that what I had with your company" I said confidently and I heard something bang on the other end of the line.

"My dad pulled loads of favours to get you into that university Eric!" Sean seethed, "He got you lined up for a high paying job in the law department, a salary, a pension and a fucking future...and you throw it all away....IN THE FIRST TWO WEEKS!"

I felt my face contort angrily and I tried not to yell back.

"Your Dad's option would have forced me to take two additional jobs just to pay for my food, books and all the other shit I would have needed" I snarled, keeping my voice in check, "On this program I get everything paid for! Food, Drink, Gym, Course and Accommodation!"

"AND A LIFETIME BEING A FUCKING JOCKSTRAP!" Sean yelled in response.

I felt my insides turn to ice for a second before I realised that the Jock Program was hardly a trade secret of the university and the tales of degeneration were bound to have leaked out over the years.

I wet my lips before answering.

"And so what!" I sneered.

"SO WHAT?" Sean cried in exasperation, "YOU'RE GONNA BE A FUCKING PIECE OF CLOTHING OR SOME OTHER USELESS TRINKET, YOU'RE GIVING UP THE REST OF YOUR HUMAN LIFE TO BE THAT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

I held the phone away again while he ranted, wanting nothing more than this to be over as soon as possible.

"Y'KNOW BRO!" I yelled back, "I'M HAPPY WITH THIS CHOICE, I'M FREE TO BE THE DUDE I ALWAYS WISHED I COULD BE AND IF YOU CAN'T BE HAPPY FOR ME BRO, THEN TAKE YOUR FUCKING LEGAL TEAM AND GO SUE YA SELF CAUSE I AIN'T COMING BACK BROOOOOOOO!"

Another series of bangs and crashes came from the other end of the phone.

"FUCK YOU ERIC!" Sean bellowed, "ENJOY BEING SOME SWEATY GUYS JOCKSTRAP FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!"

There was a crashing noise and the phone went dead, leaving me standing there seething in the centre of the dorm.

"Oh you fucking bet I'd enjoy it" I snarked, putting the phone down and suddenly kicking off my shoes and pulling off my shorts and shirt to stand dressed only in my jock strap.

"What the fuck bro!" Trent asked, standing frozen in bewilderment from my phone call and my strange reaction.

Siezing my phone I raised it above my head with the camera on, showing as much of my muscled body as I could before sticking up my middle finger and taking the shot.

"Take that asshole" I grinned, sending the photo in a text to Sean, hoping it got there before he blocked my number.

Not caring if I got a response, I threw the phone back on the bed and walked to the door.

"Hey which rooms are the seniors in bro?" I asked turning back to a still stunned Trent.

"U..Upstairs bro" Trent stammered looking rather concerned as I opened the door, "Why?"

"I'm gonna find Caleb and Miguel" I replied, stepping out into the corridor in nothing but my jock and embracing a new urge as my cock pulsed.

"I gotta let off some steam"