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A hazy mist hung in the early January across the Tander Fairbanks campus, only disturbed by the lonely bird flying across the grounds or the odd student who had opted to return early to the campus.

One building in particular showed signs of life, the vast windows fogged by a deep condensation from the heat within and anyone passing would think some kind of military training was going on inside based upon the consistent whistle screeched and the loud, commanding yells echoing from within.

"FULHAM! TIGHTEN THAT CORE!" Coach Anderson roared.

"YES COACH!" I cried back, clenching my abs in attempt to maintain the plank stance but my lip was trembling and sweat was pouring down my bow, and I wasn't the only one.

My fellow freshman and I were lined up along the poolside, all doing a full plank stance, as though we were in a bootcamp and Coach Anderson was marching up and down the line, his cold gaze attempting to spot any weakness in the recruits.

Ambrose stood nearby, gazing down at his stopwatch, a smirk on his face while he watched use tremble while also keeping an eye on the other team members who were shooting up and down the pool like fish.

"OK! Rest!" Coach Anderson announced and all five of us hit the floor, our arms giving way from the tension.

He rolled his eyes at us as he strode towards Ambrose, shaking his head at the fact that we were moaning after holding a plank for five minutes.

"Owww...so much Owww" Gabriel moaned, his face pressed against the tile floor while his arms were splayed in front of him.

"Fuck I hope we don't gotta do that again bro" Kai whimpered, laying on his back, on hand resting on his defined abs while he took deep breaths.

Peter and I were both on our knees, our arms wrapped around our chests as we tried to will the tension away as our arms seized up.

"Bro...and I thought those ring dips at the gym were bad" Peter gasped, looking around at me.

I merely nodded in response, struggling to speak as my chest and arms were on fire from the intensity of the exercise which had followed a series of other high tension stretches all focused on strengthening the core.

Kai rolled over and slowly pulled himself to a kneeling position.

"Why the hell is Coach doing this" he whined, "Its torture!"

"Keep moaning like that Lin and I'll have the lot of you doing ten minutes next time" Coach Anderson striding back over.

Henry thumped Kai in the side.

"Cool it bro!" he begged, wincing as he stretched his arms.

"Right Freshmen" Coach Anderson continued, "I want you in the pool, relay formation, Lin, Lopez, Davis, Taylor, Fulham"

Groaning we all rose to our feet and made our way around to a free lane, most of the pool being occupied by the junior's practicing their lane drills under Ambrose's watchful eye.

We lined up in order, Kai at point curling his toes over the edge pool, ready to dive on the mark, Gabriel behind him, then Henry, Peter and finally myself.

"Twenty laps each! Switch stoke every five laps" the Coach declared, ignoring the looks of dread on the Freshman's faces. "Start with Freestyle, then Back, Breast and finish on Butterfly!"

"Butterfly" I groaned, knowing that was the most strenuous stroke and required the use of our already strained core and arms.

"QUIT WHINING FULHAM!" Coach Anderson bellowed, gripping a clipboard and stopwatch, "ON YOUR MARKS!"

Kai took a diving pose, waiting for the screech of the Coach's whistle before the whistle sounded and he plunged into the water.

I watched as I waited, Kai shooting up the length of the pool in a perfect front crawl and quickly spiralling back in good time, Coach Anderson clicking the stopwatch with each length and making a quick note on his clipboard.

Kai continued to shoot onwards, switching quickly from front crawl to back stroke and then to breast stroke but Eric could see his teammate lagging as he reached the butterfly stroke, his arms almost flailing like a butterfly in pain than a graceful one in flight.

On his final lap, it wasn't just Eric who was wincing as Kai struggled his way back down the pool before finally touching the wall.

PWEEEEE!

Coach Anderson's whistle sounded again and Gabriel took off, diving over Kai and plunging into the water.

"Move it Lin!" Coach Anderson growled, his eyes fixed on Gabriel's retreating form, "Lopez is already beating your time"

Peter and Henry jumped forwards and quickly pulled Kai by the arms from the water just as Gabriel began his first return.

Laying the exhausted swimmer down on his back, Kai stared blankly at the ceiling and seemed unable to move his limbs.

"J..just let me die here" Kai whined and panted, wincing as his arms and legs twitched.

"Oh grow a pair Lin" Coach Anderson scowled, clicking the stopwatch as Gabriel completed another length, "You need to seriously improve your times if you're going to stand a chance at the spring championships"

Kai merely grunted, "If I survive that long"

Coach Anderson rolled his eyes and clicked the stopwatch again as Gabriel went into the final form.

"Davis you're on deck" Coach Anderson announced as Henry stepped forwards to the pool edge.

Gabriel and Henry both had the same reaction as Kai following their lengths.

Gabriel was flat on his back panting and Henry was next to him, one arm over his forehead as he groaned and winced on the floor.

Kai had managed to recover enough to pull himself onto a nearby bench but he still remained slumped, his arms hanging limply at his side.

Coach Anderson just ignored them, his focus now on Peter, watching him shoot away and glide back along the lane before me, he had already gone through two forms and had nearly finished his third, meaning I would shortly be following.

I began to stretch, wincing at the lingering muscle tension from my earlier exercises.

"On deck Fulham!" Coach Anderson called as Peter switched to butterfly form, his arms arching gracefully as his body undulated through the water.

I stepped up to the pool and gripped the edge with my toes, the challenger instinct within me building as I prepared to dive and in my head the thoughts of a jock pushed through.

"I'm gonna be the best"

"No Bro's gonna beat my time"

"Push through and WIN!"

Peter was heading back towards me, the similar signs of fatigue showed in his strokes.

I took my diving pose, feeling myself tense for the sound of Coach Anderson's whistle.

Around my waist and legs, I felt Barry tighten, as though he was sharing in my anticipation.

PHWEEE!

The whistle sounded just as Peter's fingers grazed the side of the pool and I dived, arching over my teammate gracefully before I plunged into the cool water and my body surged into action.

Straight into the front crawl my arms and shoulders immediately began to scream at me.

The strain they had been through holding the plank was not lost and it threatened to unhinge my form as I chiselled my way through the water.

But I wouldn't let it break my pace, I was gonna be the best and no little strain was going to stop me.

The burning sensation began to fade slightly, the water and my conviction overpowering my muscle soreness for the moment as I flipped at the end of the pool and kicked off back down the lane.

"I'm gonna win!"

I maintained my pace, up and down the pool, quickly switching discipline to back stroke and feeling the grateful relief of my chest muscles however my sore shoulders and back muscles got no relief from their front crawl action.

"Gotta keep going!" the thought roared in my head, "Gotta keep the pace"

Occasionally I got a glimpse of the Coach as I headed back, his eyes remaining on me through my lengths, watching my form and recording my times.

His expression never changed but his eagle eyes were sharp and demanding.

My arms and shoulders were beginning to ache from the strain as I switched around to the breast stroke.

"Almost there, gotta push on"

The thought drove me onward and my shoulders seemed to scream as I felt my pace increase, the end of the pool growing closer as I flipped and pushed myself back thought the water.

Despite the objections of my muscles, the feeling was just as sensational as the first dive I did after my shot.

The feeling as the water passed around my muscles proved to me that I belonged in the water and I would relish every moment I spent in it for as long as I had the ability to swim.

My resolve began to wane as I reached the final moments of my breast stroke, knowing that the most strenuous was about to begin.

Flipping over in the water, I planted my feet on the pool wall and kicked off, spiralling back down the lane.

Arching both my arms ahead, I went into the butterfly stroke.

The sensation of being punched in the midriff permeated my mind each time I undulated my body while my shoulders screamed with each pullback of my arms at they entered the water.

"Keep going...keep...going..."

Even my motivation was beginning to wane and I began to feel my form slip as I entered my penultimate lap of the pool.

My entire body felt as though it was filling with lead.

"Come on...one more" I thought desperately, flipping in the water and beginning to make my way back down the pool in my final length.

"Push it....PUSH IT!"

I almost yelled, my arms striking the water like a hammer on an anvil, powering my way back down the lane.

I was feet away.

Then inches.

PHWEEEEE!

Coach Anderson's whistle screeched out as my hand grazed the blue pool wall.

"HIT THE SHOWERS BOYS!" the Coach's gruff voice called, "Tomorrow I expect better!"

I slumped down under the water.

The moment the task was over, the spell had been broken and all the aches and pains returned in full force.

"Tomorrow?" I thought wildly, looking up at the shimmer surface of the pool, "Just let me drown now."

Arms suddenly broke the surface and I felt hands grip my wrists and pull me forcefully from the shallow depths.

"C'mon Bro!" voices called as my head broke the surface of the water and I was pulled up onto the side to stare at the feet of Peter and Henry who squatted down to shake my shoulder as I panted and spluttered.

"You were great bro!" Henry grinned, "I think the Coach smiled when you finished"

Peter nodded encouragingly.

I tried to smile but the burning in my muscles ended up making it more of a grimace.

Both men grinned ruefully at me.

"Yeah I know bro" Henry grinned, putting his arm under mine and hoisting me up, "C'mon let's get under the hot water, it may help"

Together, Henry and Peter lifted me unsteadily to my feet and supported me around the pool towards the double doors to the changing rooms.

Before entering however, I head a strange slapping noise.

Turning my head, my gaze fell on the back of a woman with curly brown hair leading a smaller figure wearing large flippers and hoodie, the more I looked however the more I saw that the smaller figures body looked strangely rigid.

"M...Mitch" I called and Henry and Peter stopped and looked around too.

Annie also paused and turned.

"Hey boys" she smiled, her voice a little shaky.

The figure she was guiding waddled around and the three of us took in a collective breath.

The last time we had seen Mitch had been before the Christmas break, he hadn't degenerated much further than his feet, the strange slur in his voice and a widening of his eyes.

Now however as the figure pulled the hood down, we saw what the weeks away had done to our teammate.

Mitch's eyes were almost indistinguishable as they had stretched out into a full set of divers goggles, the frame appearing to push away out of his skull, below which was a what looked like a large rebreather that appeared to be melded to the man's lips, two tubes circling out and merging into his neck.

Our gaze descended further and we saw that his body was straight backed and oddly conical from the waist upwards and his legs now appeared to be shortening, most of his thighs already having disappeared into his circular waist.

"Mmmph Mmmphmmmhppaamph"

A muffled noise came from Mitch's face as the rebreather trembled as though he was trying to speak but he quickly gave up, shaking his head and shrugging his rounding shoulders.

"Sorry boys" Annie said regretfully, "His rebreather came in over Christmas and he's been unable to talk since"

I felt heart clench at the sadness in her voice and from Mitch's body language as he gazed at the floor.

"What are you guys doing here now?" Peter asked, also looking rather awkward.

"We came to see Coach Anderson" Annie replied, "We need to discuss the transfer of care"

Mitch nodded and let out a hissing sigh, the breath wheezing out of his rebreather.

"It just happened so fast over the holidays" Annie went on, her eyes shimmering slightly, "First his eyes, then his tank..."

She sniffed.

"Tank?" Henry queried, looking puzzled.

Mitch made a gesture at his chest and at his neck where the two pipes merged.

"...wait...OHHH" Henry gasped in amazement.

Annie nodded, wiping her eyes.

"Yeah, he's gonna be a full diving set" she chuckled wetly, "Perfect for my major"

Mitch turned and placed his hand in hers and it seemed to strengthen her.

"His mouth turned fully on Christmas Day" she said sadly, "He barely seemed phased and just picked up the game of charades"

I had to stop myself from snorting with laughter but Annie seemed happier and let out a small laugh.

"Yeah we all saw the funny side then" she smiled, "And he beat us all at it too"

Myself, Peter and Henry smiled as Mitch flexed his arm and struck a victory pose.

"So now we're just sorting the last bits before Mitch loses his ability to write" Annie finished, "We're not sure but we think he's only got a month or so left so we're going so spend the last of our time together"

Mitch let out another hiss and nodded, patting Annie's hand.

"Right we better get going....Ohh!"

Annie turned back and pulled a letter from her pocket.

"Can you boys give this to Leon" she asked cautiously, "Mitch isn't going to be going back to the dorm and he never got to speak to him after the holiday because...well y'know."

"Sure thing" I nodded as Peter took the letter, my eyes meeting Mitch's, "You take care of yourself and Annie, ok bro?"

I shakily held out my fist, my arm still feeling numb from the exercise.

Mitch flopped closer and we bumped fists.

"Yeah bro, take care of yourself, and Annie too" Henry smiled, following me lead.

"Yeah you keep her alive y'hear bro" Peter grinned, piling on and bumping his fist.

Mitch raised his hands in a surrender but we could tell he took the jest.

Taking Annie's hand again the two of them turned and continued around the pool and disappeared into the Coach's office.

"Why d'ya reckon they didn't go down the hall to the office" Peter asked.

"I think Mitch wanted to see the pool, before he...y'now" I replied, looking awkward.

"Yeah" Henry agreed, patting my shoulder "C'mon bro, the showers await."

The steamy water was bliss on my sore muscled and I leant back gratefully against the shower wall as the stream cascaded over my naked body.

Peter and Henry were both down the other of the shower block scrubbing themselves down, hoping to get out with the others who were already talking about heading to the Dive Bar but I was content to stay and let the water wash away my fatigue slowly.

"I thought you guys were gonna skip the shower" came a cheery voice and I felt the shower next to me burst into life, adding further heat and mist to the room.

Turning my head slightly I saw the outline of Trent squeezing some shampoo into his hand before running it roughly into his scruffy hair before offering the bottle to me.

"Met Mitch and Annie outside" I groaned, taking the proffered bottle and squeezing a dollop into my hand, "He's pretty far gone now, wanted to talk to coach about his care"

The naked figure beside me paused in the act of washing the suds from his hair.

"Explains why all the seniors just left" Trent mumbled, "They looked pretty annoyed after Leon went to them, what did you give him bro?"

I felt a slight pang in my stomach as I washed myself down.

"Mitch can't talk bro" I said slowly, "so he gave me a letter to give Leon, maybe I should have given it in private"

Trent thumped my arm.

"Maybe bro" he said, sighing, "But the rest of his bro's needed to see him before he went, bet they're givin' him the business now"

He laughed, shaking his head wildly to get the water from his eyes.

I tried to laugh too but I winced as I stretched, my abs twinging angrily to remind me of my earlier exertion.

My grunt of pain must have been audible over the shower stream as Trent chuckled at me.

"I saw Coach had you dudes on the core training" Trent grinned, a vindictive edge to his voice, "it gets easier after about the first twenty times he does it"

"TWENTY!"

My voice joined Henry and Peter's as we all yelled in disbelief.

"Fuck yeah bro's" Trent went on in an exasperated tone, "This ain't the kiddie leagues anymore, we're training to be the best!"

The stream he was under suddenly stopped and I watched Trent saunter over to the towel hooks.

"And with the big varsity competitions in a couple of months Coach ain't gonna let up"

There was a collective groan from the three of us and through the haze I could tell Trent was enjoying the atmosphere he had created.

"Don't prune up bro's" Trent laughed before he strode out into the changing rooms, towel over his shoulder.

It was just then, in the midst of washing off the last of the soap, that I realised Trent had been stood naked next to me for a solid ten minutes and I hadn't blushed or reacted.

"Fuck..." I groaned, turning the tap off and walking over to where Barry and my towel hung, "I really must be tired"

Although a part of me wondered if that's why he had been a little mean to the freshman, thinking that he usually enjoyed the reaction to his body.

My eyes narrowed as a thought suddenly arose in my head.

"Why had he stayed so long to get his shower?"

A blush rose in my cheeks and I gritted my teeth to stop myself grinning.

"Jackass" I muttered, wrapping the towel around myself and stepping out of the hazy warmth into the cool changing rooms.

The room was emptier than when I had entered, observing Trent's remark that the senior team had all left, leaving their bags on the benches and as my gaze lingered, I saw Leon's bag too and reasoned he must have gone with them too.

Trent was sat, half-dressed on a bench and was tying his shoes.

"You heading out to the bar after this bro?" I asked, moving over to my locker and retrieving my bag.

"Nah not today bro, gotta actually make a start on my term paper" Trent groaned and I raised an eyebrow.

"A bit keen ain't ya bro, we only just got back from break" I asked, thinking back on how my last midterm had been a bit of a shock awakening when trying to fit it in with all my training.

Thankfully though I had passed with good marks.

"Yeah but I barely skimmed the requirement for the scholarship on my exam and Coach gave me a right beatdown" Trent scowled pulling a fierce face and standing up, one hand on his hips and the other gesticulating wildly as he imitated Coach Anderson.

"IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER ABERCROMBIE, I'LL HAVE YOU SCRUBBING THE POOL FOR THE REST OF YOUR TIME HERE!"

"And I'll make good on that promise Abercrombie" came a furious growl from the pool doors.

I had to supress a laugh as the colour drained from Trent's face, his arm still raised in his imitation as Coach Anderson entered, followed by Ambrose who was corpsing just as badly as I was.

"If I hear you've neglected your studies again, I'll make sure you're put to good use for the team"

Trent gulped and looked at his shoes.

"Y...Yes Coach" he mumbled and I had to turn away to stop myself bursting, quickly towelling myself off and grabbing a fresh jock and leggings.

"Fulham!" Coach Anderon called and my sudden enjoyment quickly faded as though a lightbulb had blown, "My office when you're decent"

"Yes Coach" I replied, seeing a slight grin return to Trent's face as the Coach left.

"Oooooh what have you done?" Trent smirked, pulling on his shirt.

"I don't know" I replied, racking my brains for anything I could have done.

Ambrose cleared his throat loudly as he walked past towards his own locker.

"He's not in trouble Abercrombie, unlike you" Ambrose said cooly, stripping off his shorts and kicking off the flip flops he was wearing to show off his neoprene skin.

"Coach just wants to chat about some swimming details is all"

That statement didn't make me feel any better, Coach Anderson seemed to have a knack for being rather unapproachable even in friendly company.

Trent eyes narrowed but he shrugged and started packing his bag.

"Well I hope he don't keep ya too long bro" he added before swinging the bag over his shoulder, "I'll see ya back at the dorm"

"Later bro" I replied, taking as much time as I dared to get dressed again and packing my bag, pondering what the coach had in store for me as my gaze fell on Ambrose who was now pulling on a pair of jeans over his wetsuit skin.

A strange question then occurred to me.

"Hey Ambrose, do you actually get in the pool often bro?"

Ambrose froze in the act of pulling on a t-shirt and slowly turned to face me, his expression was uncomfortable for a moment before it cheered to his usual smile.

"Nah bro I don't get in much anymore" he replied, continuing to dress, "With my skin like this do you have any idea how long I takes to get dry now?"

I shook my head but the thought was rather amusing me.

"Yeah takes a good few hours for me to fully dry off" Ambrose continued, "and that means I'm basically naked for that time cause I just soak anything I put on"

I felt myself go red and Ambrose smiled and winked at me, apparently getting the reaction he desired.

"So I don't swim or shower anymore, don't really need to as I don't really sweat" he added, pulling on his jacket and zipping it up, "I get my hair washed regularly at the barber though, nice just to feel the water"

I felt strangely uncomfortable at that statement but when I thought about it, he wouldn't have sweat glands and about ninety five percent of his body was essentially rubber fibre.

"That's a shame bro" I said finally, not wanting the awkward silence to drag.

"No worries" Ambrose smiled, patting my shoulder as he headed for the exit, "I gotta shoot, see ya practice tomorrow! Oh and don't keep Coach waiting!"

I gulped as the doors swung shut behind him before I grabbed my bag and headed back out into the abandoned pool area, the cool whirr of the filters the only sound except for a loud muffled conversation behind a door leading to the pool corridor.

As I passed I heard a variety of voices and I assumed that's where Mitch and Annie had likely been accosted by the senior's and Leon but from the tone of the voices, it sounded like they weren't annoyed or angry and I felt the guilty sensation in my stomach lift slightly over the growing anxiety of approaching the Coach's office door.

"Enter"

The Coach's gruff voice sounded as I knocked and I stepped into the main office, the walls plastered with the same university banners, flags and other paraphernalia regarding the swimming team.

Behind a desk in the centre of the room sat Coach Anderson who was rubbing his temples and appeared to be rather agitated which didn't improve my anxiety about being called in.

"Sit down Fulham" Coach growled in his usual tone and I took the seat directly opposite the desk, my eyes flitting between my feet, the Coach and a large stack of papers that sat between the Coach's arms, my eyes capturing a glimpse of the letters NCAA.

Coach Anderson seemed to detect my gaze and he quickly hid the papers away in a drawer of the desk before turning his attention fully on me.

"I'll get straight to it" the Coach grumbled, "Your first competition will be in a month, we just got authorisation through from the board"

My mouth fell open, my mind going from fear to excitement to confusion and back to fear again, the Coach saw my struggle and thankfully gave me the minute to process before going on.

"Your times have been improving steadily since you joined us" the Coach continued, "However they're nowhere near the level of the competitors at the last three years of this event"

I gulped.

"M...Meaning?" I asked tentatively.

A small sneer appeared on the Coach's face, "Meaning, you and I will be seeing more of each other Fulham"

He slid a piece of paper over the desk at me.

"That is your new timetable for the next month"

Picking up the paper, my eyes darted down the page and with each day I saw, my face lost a little more colour.

"Coach this can't be right!" I said with a feeble attempt at a chuckle, "You've got me down for five hours a day training on top of regular practice"

Coach's sneer widened.

"That's right Fulham"

I felt suddenly as though I'd been punched hard in the gut again and began to wish I was still at the pool doing the plank.

"C..Coach...get real man" I stammered, hoping beyond hope that it was a joke but my hope was waning fast.

"I can't do this man, I got class and I need to keep up my grades to stay on the program"

I felt strange shiver go over my body as I said this and strange thoughts passed through my mind

"A jock wanting to go to class?"

"That's fucked up bro!"

"Get Jacked! Be the Best!"

I shook my head and the Coach snorted.

"I already sorted that Fulham, the university is giving you a leave of absence to focus on your training"

He suddenly stood up and planted his hands on the desk, staring seriously at me.

"Listen Fulham" Coach growled, "Until now, the Jock program has been extremely restricted in what we can compete in and you've been given the golden ticket many of my best swimmers would dream of!"

He leaned closer and I instinctively sank back in my chair.

"Wh...What do you mean?" I stammered, trying to look away but still looking forcefully into his gaze.

"That little serum in your veins, Fulham, is considered a threat to natural human talent by most sporting organisations" Coach continued, his fists balling on the table, "Despite the eventual consequences, most don't want anything to do with it, mainly to avoid awarding a gold medal to a pair of goggles and a speedo! Its why we can only compete in intercollege sports"

He suddenly punched the table and I jumped in my seat.

"WELL I WON'T HAVE IT ANYMORE FULHAM!" Coach bellowed, "You jocks are givin' up the rest of your lives for this program and if you get to win a medal or set a record, SO BE IT!

I leaned back further as Coach Anderson seemed determined to go into a rage.

"LET THE FUCKING TALENTED GIT'S BREAK IT IF THEY'RE SO GOOD!" he roared, "I'M GONNA PROVE THOSE BASTARDS THAT THEY'RE WRONG TO EXCLUDE US!"

Coach Anderson began to wheeze, his face a deep red that was threatening purple.

"So now that we have a chance to show them up Fulham" he grinned, looking rather demonic, "I want you to be on the best form of your life!"

My breath began to catch in my throat as Coach Anderson sank back into his chair, seeming to regain control over himself.

"I'm not gonna lie Fulham" he snorted, his serious demeanour returning, "Its gonna be fucking hard on you and even worse when we get there"

He looked me dead in the eyes and it was like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, the tension keeping me rooted to the chair.

"So I'm going to ask you now Fulham" the Coach murmured, "Are you up to this challenge? Are you gonna be the best and take Tander Fairbanks to glory?"

Despite the anxiety and fear the words screamed in my head before they left mouth as a sudden reaction.

"YES COACH!" I yelled, pounding my own fist on the table as a rush of adrenaline surged through me, "LET'S SHOW THOSE BASTARDS!"

The Coach's face split into a genuine smile and he relaxed back into his chair and folded his arms.

"Now that's what I wanted to hear Fulham!" he replied with an approving nod, "I will expect nothing but the best!"

"Yes Coach!" I repeated, grinning wildly as the rush began to fade.

Niggling doubts already beginning to push past the barriers the Jock instincts were using to control me.

Coach Anderson nodded again and then pulled the stack of papers back out of his desk.

"You'll be competing in the National Meet at the end of February and since we'll be making the finals it will end in early March" he explained, flicking through the papers, "That gives us just over a month to improve you to the right level, then right after we all go together to the main varsity competition at the end of March"

He suddenly gripped his chin in thought and the look of uncertainty returned.

"I hope the seniors can still compete" he murmured, more to himself than to me.

"Uhhh Coach?" I asked confusedly and it seemed to bring the Coach out of his reverie.

"Oh! Right, that's all I had to say Fulham" Coach Anderson said with an air of annoyance at his own conduct, "I'll see you in the morning for practice, get your rest!"

"Y..Yes Coach" I stammered, surprised by the abrupt end but not unhappy to leave.

As I made to leave back to the pool area, I looked back, the Coach preoccupied with his admin again.

"Err..Coach?" I began tentatively.

Coach Anderson looked up grudgingly, "Yes?" he said sternly.

"I was wondering about Mitch" I said quickly, "Will he?...Err...Will he be alright?"

Coach Anderson's expression softened slightly.

"He'll be in the care of his girl for as long as she's willing to have him" he replied, "If not, you know he'll always have a home here"

My mind went back to the storage facility and I suddenly imagined an air tank with a pair of flippers and goggles stacked against it and nothing but a name tag with Mitch's name on it to define him.

"I hope she keeps him for as long as possible" I thought, imagining the depth he would go rather than being stuck in a dingy locker room.

"Is that all Fulham?"

Coach Anderson's voice shook me out of my own daydream and I felt a blush rise in my cheeks.

"Yes Coach" I nodded before turning and walking out the only other door leading to the main corridor.

The bright passage empty now with no sign of Mitch, Annie, Leon or the seniors.

I let out a sigh, lifting my bag over my shoulders and heading for the exit.

Each step rewarded with a the same four words from my rational brain.

"WHAT....WERE....YOU....THINKING!"

"GET HIM ERIC!" Peter cheered.

"You got this Bro!" Henry grinned, gripping my shoulder

"C'mon Al get 'im" Devlin grinned, cheering on my opponent, "show the Freshman how sophomore's do it!"

"Yeah prove ya don't need a shot to beat these meatheads!" Jamie chimed in as he passed

"OH FUCK YOU BRO!" I yelled as the rest of the team burst out laughing while flipping the barman the finger, hearing him laugh before he moved away towards the bar.

The characters on the screen suddenly grappled with each other, groaning and panting until the one controlled by Alex hurled mine to the floor and stomped comically on his head, crushing his skull.

GAME OVER!

"Fuck!" I groaned, tossing down my controller and flopping back on the seat as Alex let out a cheer of celebration at his victory which was accompanied by cheers and hi fives from my fellow teammates.

"Traitors" I mumbled sourly, grabbing my drink an taking a swig as Alex revelled in his victory but I smiled despite myself, enjoying the sight of him bonding with the team.

Ever since our little session in the gym showers, Alex had become one of my best buddies outside of the program.

Thankfully he had taken my unwillingness for romantic attachment very well, quickly announcing himself to be aromantic certainly clarified that, although he did hint he would be up for more fun in the showers if the mood ever took us.

I blushed and felt my cock throb at the thought, my eyes moving over Alex's body and I began to grin with pride at what I saw.

Alex had also turned out to be an exceptional gym buddy, always there to spot and keep me motivated during my consistent gym sessions, and in return for his companionship, I had been acting in the role of his personal trainer and the results were already showing on his body from the past few months.

His gut had greatly receded, as evidenced by most of his shirts being at least two sizes too big and his arms were beginning to bulge with new muscle that was slowly replacing the ample flab and fat that he previously had.

My fellow teammates all finished congratulating Alex and moved over to the bar as I downed the last of my drink, allowing me to get over the unfortunate side effect of the Jock impulse that apparently made me just as competitive in gaming as it did in sports and losing left me with an urge to call immediate rematch's.

"Nice try man" Alex grinned, sitting back down next to me and grabbing his glass, "Maybe you'll actually beat me before you degenerate"

We both glared at each other for a second before we snorted and burst into laughter

It was this banter and activity that I appreciated most with Alex, it brought some of the attributes of my former self back, my love of gaming and just goofing around outside of class and practice, reminding me that I was more than just a jock on the program and allowing me to blow off some of the stress that was being pushed upon me.

Such as right now after leaving the coach's office with my daunting future practices.

"You Ok Eric?" Alex asked, setting his empty glass down and looking concerned.

Realising my worry must have shown on my face I gave a sigh, deciding it would be best just to get it our while I had the chance.

"Yeah bro, Coach gave me some big news" I muttered before launching into the story of my first major competition coming in one month's time.

"FUCK ERIC THAT'S AWESOME!" Alex yelled and some of the team looked over curiously.

I couldn't help but smile at the ecstatic look on my friend's face,.

"Its my first big deal bro" I moaned turning back to the screen and watching Alex's character still doing a victory dance on top of my character's corpse, "Depending if I make it, Coach is gonna kill me with this fucking training program"

I pulled the folded paper and brandished it at Alex who took it and quickly scanned the contents as I walked over to the bar and ordered another round.

"Shit man" Alex grimaced, his eyes skimming over the paper again, "And I thought the midterm session's were bad!"

He looked up at me with an expression of such pity that I could hardly look at him.

"Bro it ain't that bad" I said with an unconvincing laugh, "It's just gonna be a hellish month that's all"

"Where the Coach is literally gonna drown you man!" Alex replied, handing my timetable back, "Seriously you sure you wanna do this?"

I winced, two conflicting impulses in my head suddenly beginning to fight for dominance.

The Jock Impulse was urging me to scream "HELL YEAH BRO!", whereas the rational part of my brain was telling me to get up and beg Coach to put me back on my regular schedule.

Gritting my teeth, what came out was neither.

"I do bro, but at the same time I wish I was just doing class and practice" I grumbled and the impulses quickly faded.

"I just wanna do my best for the team bro" I continued, using my own words, "I wanna show I deserve to be on this program"

Alex's expression was still concerned but he seemed to soften slightly at my commitment.

"OK Eric, just don't kill ya self ok" he said gently, patting my shoulder, "I'm sure the rest of your team wanna see you succeed without burning yourself out too, especially your roomie"

He suddenly gave me a knowing look and I felt a flush rise in my cheeks.

"What do you mean by that bro?" I asked tentatively, trying to play innocent.

"Oh come off it dude!" Alex laughed, "Every meathead jock on your team can see you have the hots for him"

"BRO!" I cried in exasperation, my face reddening further despite my best efforts.

"Yeah who you calling a meathead bro!" came a deep voice from behind us and Alex turned to see Devlin and Peter standing behind us and smirking.

Alex looked flustered for a second but the two newcomers laughed.

"Love it when they freak out bro" Devlin chuckled, "No harm bro...but yeah Fulham"

Devlin turned to look seriously at me.

"Any bro with half a brain can see you looking after Abercrombie" he continued, "As your senior bro and his junior I say ya better say somthin' soon, ya both are on borrowed time so ya gotta enjoy it"

"It doesn't help either that Trent is so dense that he's not noticed it" Peter smirked, "honestly I wonder how he floats sometimes"

We all burst out laughing but at the same time I felt a hand clench around my heart at the fact that I had clearly been swooning over Trent like a lovesick puppy and everyone had taken notice.

"I guess they really are made for each other" Alex said dramatically, making a kissy face in my direction.

"OH FUCK OFF!" I cried, grabbing my team jacket and hurling it at Alex while Devlin and Peter fell about laughing.

"Just saying man" Alex chuckled, throwing my jacket aside and picking up the controllers.

"What do you say, next winner buys the next round" he finished with a grin, watching the light appearing to return to my eyes as he held one out too me.

Just like that....It was on!

"Oh you're going down bro!" I grinned, snatching the controller and refocussing as the game reloaded.

"Like hell pool boy!" Alex sneered, quickly selecting a new character as the opening battle theme began to play.

"Battle's back on boys!" Peter called and some of the others began to gather again, all focused on the loading screen showing mine and Alex's characters.

3...2...1!

FIGHT!

"FULHAM PICK UP THE PACE! AGAIN!"

"Not bad Fulham, But you need to do better! AGAIN!"

"WHAT THE HELL FULHAM! THAT WAS YOUR WORST YET! AGAIN!"

"AGAIN"

"AGAIN"

"AGAIN!"

Gasping and panting, I felt a cold rush as my fingers brushed the edge of the pool wall as the last of my strength failed and I let myself float in the water as the now demonic sound of the Coach's whistle sounded above me.

PHWEEEE!

"For the love of...FULHAM! "

The Coach's words were what I now imagined Hell's taskmaster to be and reluctantly I pulled myself up on the side of the pool to find his angry red face glaring back at me.

"Didn't you tell me that you wanted to beat those stuck up swimmers at the meet Fulham?" Coach Anderson asked smoothly, clearly trying to hold back his frustration at my performance.

"Y...Yes Coach" I moaned, trying not to meet his eye.

"Then please can you tell me Fulham" Coach continued and I braced for the hammer blow.

"...WHY ARE YOU FUCKING WASTING MY TIME!"

I winced, the Coach's yell echoing in a furious chorus around the tiled pool area.

"I'm doing my best coach" I said sourly, trying to ignore the exhausted pulsing in my muscles.

Coach Anderson snarled and shook his head.

"If this is the best you got Fulham then this was a wasted endeavour"

I felt a sting rush through my body at the injustice of this statement as I had been killing myself for almost a week, in the pool at least six hours a day an the gym for a further two hours while trying to squeeze in food, sleep and the very occasional law class.

The sour look must have shown on my face because Coach Anderson's eyes seemed to grow fiercer.

"I see you think you know better" he growled. "OK Fulham I'll set you a challenge"

The jock impulse blazed up at the words.

"If you are able to make my target time within the next twenty laps" Coach continued, "I'll concede that you're in with a chance at the meet and we'll continue as we are"

"Yes Coach!" I smiled but his face remained stoic.

"Fail to do so however and it's the end of the road and you and I will be having meetings with the admin about the future of your scholarship"

I felt my insides freeze but it was suddenly wiped away by the intense flame of competition burning in my chest.

This time however I let the impulse blaze, knowing it would push me to my limits, and if that wasn't good enough....well then maybe Coach was right.

"...no...NO HE'S NOT"

The words blazed from the inferno inside my head as I pulled myself from the water.

Adjusting Barry around my waist before returning to the end of the lane and locking eyes with Coach Anderson who was standing at the opposite end of the pool.

"One chance Fulham!" Coach called, "Ready to see if you really are worth it?"

I scowled in response, the fire inside me now burning in my eyes.

"JUST BLOW THE WHISTLE!" I yelled back, politeness lost as I took a diving stance, my focus now on the shimmering surface of the pool as all other thoughts faded but the challenge.

"I have to win....I HAVE TO WIN!"

"On my whistle" Coach Anderson called and my body tensed.

PHWEEEEEEE!

I dived.

Plunging beneath the surface and jetting myself forwards, kicking hard against the water.

All apparent exhaustion left me in the wake of the challenge and I surged onwards.

First lap down.....Fifth lap down.....Tenth lap down

My muscles burned but I pushed on, much as I had when I first faced off against Trent.

But I was better now, and I was going to prove it .

I quickened my pace and flipped in the water to kick off hard and shoot back down the pool, catching a glimpse of Coach Anderson who was focussing on the stopwatch and clip boards in his hands.

"KEEP GOING!" the voice within me screamed.

Twelfth lap down....Fifteenth.....Eighteenth......NINETEENTH!

Meeting the Coach's gaze before I flipped into the water for my final lap, I felt a sudden surge energy rush through me.

Kicking hard, I forced this final energy burst into my legs and fired my way down the lane.

The seconds ticked in my head as I saw the pool wall grow closer.

"Keep going....ALMOST THERE!....PUSH IT!!"

My body burned and bubbles erupted from my mouth in a silent scream, pushing myself through a moment of agony before I felt my fingers grazed the smooth, tiled wall.

PHWEEEEEEEEE!

Bursting out of the water I gasped and quickly pulled myself up and out of the water and slumped onto my back, panting hard as the adrenaline slowly faded and each part of my body slowly felt like it was turning to stone.

Over my panting, I could hear feet padding closer and out of the corner of my eye I saw the shadow of Coach Anderson looming over me before his face swam into my vision.

Silently he squatted down, his eyes never leaving mine but his expression was stony.

"Well then Fulham" he said cooly, "Wanna know how you did?"

I didn't respond and just glared, my body still too sore to move but the Coach went on regardless, his gaze moving to the clipboard.

"You just swam a thousand metres, two thirds of the fifteen hundred freestyle" he went on, the tone in his voice not changing, "A strong competitive time for that would be around twenty minutes "

He turned the clipboard towards me and my eyes fell to the scribbled numbers that marked each of my twenty laps, my gaze dropping to the large final number written boldly at the bottom.

Eighteen minutes and twenty seconds.

I felt my heart lighten and couldn't help but smile, turning back to look at Coach who was now grinning smugly at me.

"Knew you could do it Fulham" he chuckled, thumping my sore shoulder, "Just needed to get you the right motivation"

"Y...yeah Coach" I panted, "Might not work next time though, ya can't keep threatening me"

Coach Anderson rolled his eyes.

"True enough" he grinned, "But you can keep trying to prove me wrong"

He patted my shoulder.

"We keep going like this, you'll clean house at the meet"

A flutter of pride rushed through me

"Yes Coach" I smiled, "I won't let you down"

Coach Anderson nodded and then rose back to full height and marked something on the clipboard.

"Good effort Fulham" he continued, returning to his hard demeanour, "Private practice is over for today."

"Thank Fuck!" I thought desperately, pulling myself up on my elbows, readying myself to to get a nice warm shower and chill.

"HEY BRO!"

A loud voice from behind me caused me to crane my neck around and my eyes widened as the team strode in all dressed for practice with Trent leading the pack.

"Getting warmed up?" Trent asked, setting down his towel and moving over to pull me to my feet.

I didn't even get chance to reply before the Coach blew his whistle.

PHWEEEE!

"ALL RIGHT EVERYONE LINE UP! WE'VE GOT A LOT OF WORK TO DO BEFORE VARSITY" Coach yelled, "FULHAM HURRY UP, I DON'T WANT TO WASTE ANY TIME!"

My jaw felt like it was going to hit the floor and the slightly malicious grin appearing on Coach Anderson's face our eyes met made me realise I wasn't going anywhere.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I thought despairingly as I felt my body sagging from exhaustion while Trent pulled me over to my fellow Freshman and lined me up.

"Freshman first" Coach called, directing us each to a lane, "Ten laps warm up then we go into sprints, NO COMPLAINTS!"

Our gazes remained locked and I gave him the sourest look I could muster, feeling like I could hurl every curse under the sun at him.

Walking into position we all braced on the side of the pool.

"On your Marks!" Coach called and we all took a diving stance, "GET SET!"

PHWEEEEEEEE!

I dived.

"Man that was a good practice" Trent grinned as he pulled a shirt over his head, "I feel so pumped!"

I barely responded as I slumped back on the bench, still only wearing Barry, trying not to move too much from the intense agony that was pulsing though my muscles with every heartbeat.

Each one had been worked to the absolute limit after enduring both my private practice compounded with the team practice.

Trent lip curled, it was clear he was trying not to laugh.

"Fuck Coach" I grumbled, wincing as I forced myself to stand and stumble to my locker to pull out a towel and some shampoo.

"Better hope he doesn't hear you say that" Trent chuckled, looking around to ensure he wasn't behind him again.

"Not sure I care bro" I moaned, leaning my head against the cool metal, "This is fucking agony"

Trent sighed and patted my shoulder.

"You'll get there bro, trust me" he smiled, "Ya gonna join us at the bar"

"Nah bro" I sighed, "I think I need to chill for a bit"

"Ok bro, grab your shower and head back to the dorm" Trent said consolingly, "I'll see ya back there"

Grunting in response I forced myself to stand straight, beginning to hobble my way towards the showers just as some of the team strode back in having just finished cleaning up.

As Braden and Ishaan passed out of the steamy haze I suddenly caught a bright flash of blue and I paused, turning to look back at Ishaan who seemed to have been showering in a swimming cap, although he had put it on badly as some of his hair was showing out the base.

"Bro" I called after him, "why are you showering in that?"

Ishaan and Braden both turned and as I watched I saw Braden look at Ishaan and his eyes went wide.

"What do you mean bro?" Ishaan asked confusedly, "showering in what?"

"Bro your hair!" Braden chirped in, pointing at Ishaan's scalp with an odd expression on his face.

"What are you guys goin' on a bout?" Ishaan asked irritably, raising a hand to his head, "I just showered bro so it ain't...ain't..."

Ishaan's voice failed as his hand brushed over the swimming cap and down to the tufts of dark that stuck out from the base and I suddenly gasped as I saw his hand literally brush he hairs off his scalp.

Bringing his and to his face and seeing his displaced hairs, Ishaan let out a cry.

"FUCK!"

Ishaan's towel fell to the floor as he dashed across the changing room to full length mirror on the far wall.

Not seeming to care that he was stark naked, Ishaan began to examine his head from all sides, reaching up to touch the remains of his hair only to cause a patch to quickly drop from his scalp.

No one moved, everyone seemly transfixed on what was happening to the senior who was now appearing to search for the seam of the swimming cap but to no avail.

A few moments later Ishaan let out a huge sigh of resignation and turned to the room at large.

"Well bros" he said slowly, hands on his hips and hitching a smile onto his face, "It's started for me and it looks like I'm gonna be a swimming cap"

A moment of silence followed until it was broken by a joint loud cheer from the other seniors and juniors all of whom rushed forwards and began to pat and hug Ishaan, yelling words of encouragement.

"Awesome Bro!"

"Congratulations, ya gonna be whispering is some dudes ear"

"A real head case, hah suits ya bro!"

As the team cheered Ishaan on, my gaze fell on Peter, Kai, Gabriel and Henry.

All of whom were suddenly looking a little scared and I knew how they felt, seeing Mitch in his early stages of degeneration and how the rest of the team had reacted had made me uncomfortable too.

It was almost as seeing the degeneration actually happening before them was opening their eyes to some degree.

"Ok, OK!" Ishaan suddenly yelled, breaking up his congratulatory entourage, "Look I knew it was coming, I'm just gonna have to live with it"

He sighed and strode over to pick up his towel before moving over to his locker.

"I'm gonna be late to the bar bros, need to tell Coach what's happening, save me a pint!"

The other seniors nodded and everyone continued getting changed, talking excitedly about what had happened.

"Thanks for pointing that out bro" Ishaan smiled at me, "Better here than making an ass of myself by panicking at the bar"

I nodded, my gaze however remained fixed on my teammates now bald head, the skin that was now a bright blue clashed spectacularly with his dark caramel coloured skin and now I could see it closely I could see that the blue also covered his ears.

"H...How does it feel?" I asked nervously, causing Ishaan to smile.

"It's weird bro, it feels like skin but looks like rubber" Ishaan replied, running a hand over his blue skin again and sighing, "and I just had it styled too"

Giving me a smile, he turned away back towards his bag and beginning to dress.

I stared at Ishaan for a moment longer before my body began to twinge again, my muscles seizing slightly from my lack of movement.

Giving the back of my teammate's head one last look, I turned into the shower block and letting out a relieved sigh as the warm air made by body tingle.

The showers were all free but a warm, steamy haze still hung over the tiled room

Not even bothering to strip of Barry, I moved over to the nearest shower and spun the knob, gasped in bliss as the warm water cascaded over my aching body.

Slumping against the cool tiles, I relaxed and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation as the hazy steam and heat rose in the room again and letting the twinges and aches in my body begin to fade under the water's caress.

My mind went quickly back to Ishaan, reflecting over how his degeneration had just begun so suddenly and how he had gone from fully haired to bald in the matter of minutes.

Lowering my gaze, I stared at Barry, reaching up to gently caress the smooth spandex and the thick bulge it contained.

"I wonder how you felt bro?" I mumbled, "when you started to turn"

I was almost certain the blue spandex tightened slightly around my legs and groin, as though Barry was tying to hug and reassure me.

"Yeah I know bro" I smiled, blushing as I rubbed the fabric and felt my cock throb, "No stopping it when it happens"

Sighing to myself, I slowly stripped off Barry and hobbled over to hang him on the towel hooks before returning to the shower and finally beginning to wash.

Slowly massaging the soap into my skin and enjoying the feeling of my own body, each defined muscle that made me the fucking jock that I was, and I could feel now that some were tighter, stronger and more toned.

The exercises that Coach was forcing me through were beginning to pay off.

My cock throbbed again at the thought of my muscles growing and the aches seem to fade while the temperature around me continued to rise.

I began to stroke myself off under the stream, my head lolling back as I moaned loudly, giving myself over to the waves of pleasure that were slowly engulfing me.

"Aww having fun on your own bro?"

My heart leapt into my mouth but before I could do anything, there was the sound of wet footsteps and a strong, muscular arm curled around my waist as I felt a chin rest on my shoulder.

"Woah bro, cálmate!" came a familiar voice followed by more footsteps on my other side, "we just wanted to help ya out, looking pretty tense bro"

I felt myself relax as I recognised the sweet Spanish tone in the voice.

Miguel and Caleb.

"You fucker's" I grinned, letting myself fall into Caleb's hold as he pulled me against his muscular chest, his hand moving down and gripping my cock as I felt something prodding between my ass cheeks.

Both Miguel and Caleb laughed.

"Sorry bro, didn't mean to scare ya" Caleb chuckled, rubbing his free hand over my pecs and teasing my nipples, "We saw Coach had been working ya pretty hard lately and being ya senior bro's we thought we could help you unwind."

"Yeah" agreed Miguel, his hazy silhouette appearing at the edge of my vision, "plus after watching Ishaan back there, we thought we better get in as much fun before we start changing too"

I felt his hand join Caleb's, stroking over my smooth chest before reaching down to cup my balls.

"Mmmph" I whimpered, melting back into the ministrations of my two seniors and wincing as the aches of my body threatened to spoil the impending fun.

"Coach really did a number on you didn't he?" Miguel asked sadly, "Don't worry bro, we got ya covered"

"What do you...WOAH!!"

I let out a yell as Caleb suddenly moved and twisted his arms to sweep me off my feet and before I could say anything, I was being carried out of the shower block naked by my hunky senior and his partner.

The locker room was abandoned as we entered and significantly warmer than I was expecting.

"I thought I'd make it comfortable" Miguel smiled, stepping over a pile of hastily discarded clothes and striding, nude to the door which he locked with a loud click.

"Don't worry bro, Coach and Ambrose have both gone off for a meeting" he smirked as he sauntered back over, his cock already hardening and bouncing with each step.

"They won't be back for a good while"

Caleb slowly lowered me back to a standing position before resuming his sensual massage of my body, letting out slow moans past my ear as I felt his hardening cock teasing my hole.

"Fuck bro, I'm gonna miss this" Caleb whispered blissfully, leaning in to kiss my neck, "Helpin' our junior bro's with their stresses"

"Yeah bro" agreed Miguel, stepping back in front of me and wrapping his fingers around my hard cock, "guess we're lucky we have an older underclassman for our final year"

He began to slowly jack me off and my lip curled from the sudden waves of pleasure that racked my body.

"Especially when he's a hot jock who loves dick as much as we do" Miguel finished with a grin, wrapping his free arm around me and before I knew what was going on, his lips were on mine and my eyes fluttered as I melted into his embrace, beginning to make out as our hardening cocks frotted together.

"Fuck that's hot" Caleb moaned, removing his hands from cupping my ass and stepping away.

I heard the sound of a bottle opening, followed by the familiar slick noise of a hand working lube onto a hard cock.

"Mmmmph" Miguel moaned, breaking our kiss and winking, "I think Caleb's ready to help you relax bro."

Looking over my shoulder I saw Caleb was now sat on one of the locker room benches, stroking his hard shaft that glistened from a thick coating of lube.

"How about you take a seat bro?" Caleb asked with a grin, "You look bushed and I'm sure It'll help ya feel better"

He leaned back, so his rock hard cock stood like a spire.

I grinned and blushed.

"Fuck you guys are corny" I laughed allowing Miguel to guide me back and helping me squat down with my still burning muscles.

The tip of Calebs cock brushed my sensitive hole and I let out a whimper of pleasure, the lube easily allowing him to breach my tight anus and sink slowly inside.

"Hooo fuuuuck bro!" I gasped, sinking lower on Caleb's cock and feeling his large hands caress my sides as he guided me loving down onto him.

I could hear his deep breath and knew the warm sensation of my ass on his cock was giving him just as many chills.

I felt my ass cheeks collide with his smooth muscular groin as we both sighed, my cock now rigid and bouncing between my legs from the multitude of sensations.

"There we go bro" Caleb sighed blissfully, "nice and deep"

His hands moved around to my chest and slowly stroked my pecs and nipples, eliciting another long moan from me.

"Looks like he's enjoying it bro" Miguel smirked, stroking his own tanned shaft with gusto as he watched Caleb grope me sensually as my cock bounced from the sensation of Calab's huge shaft filling my ass.

"F..Fuck yeah" I moaned instinctively, relaxing into Calebs ministrations and feeling my body grow lighter as my muscles relaxed.

"Its gonna get better now bro" Caleb grinned, pulling my face around and sneaking a quick kiss before reaching down and cupping my ass.

I felt the sudden strength in of my upperclassman as I felt him lift me up slightly and I whimpered in ecstasy as his cock began to slide out.

Holding me steady, Caleb grunted and slowly began to buck his hips, sinking his cock back into me before beginning to slowly fuck me, his cock pulsing with each gentle movement through my stretched hole.

"Caleb...bro...fuck"

My moans were incoherent throughout the erotic act, too lost in the pleasure rushing through my body to even try to speak properly.

Caleb only moaned harder at my attempts to speak and increased the speed of his thrusts, making me cry out as he continually bottomed out on me.

"Mppph Ambos se ven muy guapos" Miguel moaned, still stood stroking himself off, watching the lewd display with deep enjoyment with a big grin on his flushed face.

"Now what can I do to help my bro?" he added, releasing his cock and letting is bounce happily between his thighs, "Oh I know!"

Slowly stepping forwards, he stepped around mine and Caleb's legs to get as close as possible until he stood before me, arms on his hips and his cock waving right in front of my face.

"I can give him a taste of something exotic" he smirked and pulled a flex, showing of his toned, muscular chest, his Hispanic skin tone exacerbating his already beautiful body, especially his cock which was beginning to leak as it bounced.

"Vamos Eric" Miguel smiled, "Can't let Caleb have all the fun"

I couldn't help but smile through my moans, leaning forwards as best as I could so my lips could brush Miguels leaking tip.

Miguel gasped, leaning forwards and placing his hand gently behind my head.

"That's it bro" he smiled as I finally was able to slip his leaking tip between my lips, savouring the salty taste of his pre.

"Mmmmph Fuck" Miguel moaned, slowly guiding me further onto his shaft while Caleb continued to increase the speed of his thrusts, his deep moans echoing in my ears.

Sandwiched between these two muscle jocks I felt the aches and pains fade from my body as lust overrode my senses.

Miguel beginning to buck his hips gently, pressing his cock deeper into my mouth allowing my tongue to lather his pulsing shaft.

Putting one hand down to steady myself, I raised my other to cup Miguels firm ass, hearing him moan as I gripped his cheek.

Gazing up from my vantage up at Miguel I watched as he smiled down at me from above his abs and pecs, releasing my head and putting both hands on his hips as he continued to thrust into me.

"Fuck you give good head bro" Miguel moaned, throwing his head back for a moment in ecstasy.

"So tight too" Caleb moaned, wrapping both arms around my waist in a loving embraced as his thrusts became long and powerful as I felt his cock beginning to pulse inside me.

His pants were becoming faster and I would had begged had Miguel not been filling my mouth.

"Fuck bro I'm gonna...gonna...FUUUUCK!"

I let out a long muffled cry as Caleb thrust his whole length into me, his head on my shoulder, teeth gritted as his cock hilted deep in my ass and I felt my teammate unload his balls into my guts.

"FUUUUUUCKK!" Caleb moaned, embracing me close to his ripped muscles and laying his head on my shoulder, panting and gasping in the intensity of his orgasm.

My eyes fluttered as my heart raced from the sensation of being filled, feeling streams of my teammate's cum trickling down from my hole despite his cock remaining firmly wedged within me.

Miguel didn't slow his pace, my moans muffled around his thick shaft that was pushing deeper into my mouth as my own cock bounced on my thighs, spraying my own pre over Miguel's legs and adding my own musk to the room.

"Mierda!" Miguel moaned, panting hard as he suddenly reached around and gripped my face, "estoy tan cerca"

Despite not knowing any Spanish myself, I could tell he was on brink too, his cock was pulsing in my throat.

On instinct, I gripped his ass with both hands and pulled him in, my nose buried into his smooth groin.

"Ahhh FUCK!" Miguel cried, the sudden act finally pushing him over the edge, "ME ESTOY VINIENDO!"

I felt Miguel's cheeks clench in my grip before I almost choked as his cock erupted in my mouth, the rich, salty cum causing my cheeks to bulge before I began to swallow.

"Fuck bro" Miguel panted, lowering his hands to my shoulders as his cock slowly pulled from my mouth causing me to gasp.

I lifted my head to look into his face and saw him smiling cheekily back at me.

"Ya taste goo bruh" was all I could moan, licking my lips as we smirked at each other.

Miguel snorted and I felt Caleb's chest ripple on my back as he chuckled.

As they both basked in their after glows, my attention turned to my own cock that was now painfully hard and in desperate need of some attention.

"Don't worry dude" Miguel smiled, getting down on his knees and leaning in so his warm breath drawing another jet of pre from my hard cock,

"My turn now, let's see how you taste bro!"

"Fuuuuuck" I cried, my voice rising as Miguel's warm mouth suddenly engulfed my cock, his tongue masterfully massaging my already straining cock to the edge of orgasm.

Leaning back into Caleb, I looked up into his smiling face letting his hands trace up my sensitive body.

"That's it bro" he said with a smirk, "just let go"

The next moment his lips were on mine and I was lost again in bliss, leaning back onto his sculpted body.

Caleb had always been gentle in all our previous sessions, as though every partner was a lover, his fingers gently caressing me and his tongue gently caressing mine in a long, sweet make out session.

In contrast Miguel was as passionate and hot blooded as was expected, his attention to my pulsing dick was fierce but loving, his tongue striking all of the spots along my shaft, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm.

I didn't want it to end.

"MMMMMMPHHHHH!!!!!"

I moaned deeply into my kiss with Caleb as I bucked my hips, feeling wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through my body as I finally released my load down Miguel's throat.

The Spaniard keeping his lips firmly around my shaft ensuring not a single drop of my seed was lost, drinking down like ambrosia.

"Holy fuck" I whimpered, breaking my kiss with Caleb to lie panting against his chest, "that was fucking intense"

"Fuck yeah bro" Caleb smiled, "So fucking awesome"

Miguel sat back, wiping his mouth.

"Have to say bro" he grinned, "you taste good too"

All three of us fell about laughing, enjoying the blissful afterglow of our erotic performance.

"ANOTHER FUCKING CONDITION! SERIOUSLY AMBROSE I'M GONNA PUNCH THE HEAD OF THE COMMITTEE IF I GET ONE MORE BLOODY ROADBLOCK!"

The familiar yell of Coach Anderson broke all three of us out of our shared bliss, Miguel and Caleb rising to their feet so fast that Caleb pulled his cock from my hole with rather more force than I was expecting.

"Yes Coach I know" came Ambrose's exasperated voice from behind the doors to the corridor, "But we gotta play along else he won't get in at all"

"Like Hell DO I Care!" Coach Anderson's voice replied, "I want my boys to be the best in the world and I'm gonna fucking fight for it"

There was a long sigh.

"Go sort the locker room Ambrose, I need to send a few assholes a set of emails" Coach continued in a slightly defeated voice before the sound of his footfalls faded away.

There was a scurrying of feet and I just had time to watch Caleb and Miguel dive into the shower block before the hiss of the showers returned as Ambrose stepped wearily into the locker room and his expression became shocked as he saw me naked, still sitting on the bench.

"ERIC!" Ambrose cried in surprise, a blush rising in his cheeks, "I thought you'd be long gone!"

"I...eerrr" I stammered, privately cursing Miguel and Caleb for leaving me, "I was taking a long shower! Coach's session was a bit, well, over the top"

Ambrose looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my spent cock a little too much before I was able to pull on my jockstrap.

"So I saw" he replied with a slightly knowing smile, his nostrils flaring as seemed to sense the lingering scent of sex.

The silence that followed was extremely awkward.

"Well...errr...I think I better shoot!" I said cheerfully, pulling on my pants and shirt and thrusting Barry and every other possession I had into the tight compartments,

"I'll see ya later bro!" I smiled, snatching up my bag and striding towards the door.

"Later Fulham"

"Yeah later bro!"

The voices of Caleb and Miguel rang out into the room as the two emerged from the shower, sodden and still naked but smiling and stretching out their muscles for some reason.

Ambrose's face suddenly went from shock to revelation in a matter of moments, his gaze flicking between myself and Caleb and Miguel as a sinister grin appeared on his face.

"Ohhhh so that's it is it?" Ambrose sneered before shaking his head with a knowing chuckle, "I hope you had fun guys but I gotta get this all cleaned up for next practice so hurry up and dress before I throw you out naked!"

The way Caleb and Miguel suddenly looked at one another, I got the impression that they liked that idea.

"Sure thing bro" Caleb smiled, "We'll be out of your hair soon"

"Yeah, just gotta dry off" Miguel added before turning his gaze to me, "You head on Fulham, we'll see ya back at the dorm"

Looking between Caleb and Miguel, I quickly nodded and grabbed my trainers.

"Yeah bro, I'll catch you both later" I smiled, pulling them on and beginning to tie the laces.

It was as I was doing this when I saw Miguel stride over to Ambrose and whisper something to him.

"Bro, I think it's...."

Miguel's tone seemed off and I looked around, causing him to break off his conversation as he caught my eye.

"Hurry up bro we wont be long!" he smiled, waving me off as I picked up my bag.

"Sure" I smiled back, feeling suddenly a bit apprehensive and taking a little more time than I would have to check whether I had Barry and everything else.

My delay was probably what caused Miguel to suddenly switch to Spanish.

"Creo que yo también he empezado"

At this statement Caleb wheeled around to stare with Ambrose at Miguel with a shocked expression as I made my way towards the door.

"Seriously Bro?" Ambrose asked.

"Yeah" Miguel responded, his eyes seeming to follow me as I pushed the door open and stepped out into the cool corridor.

"What the hell" I thought, slightly irritated that that Miguel would suddenly cut me out, "We're teammates aren't we bro, we share everything"

I looked back at the locker room door and my curiosity got the better of me and I tiptoed back, pushing the door open a crack as quietly as I could to see the three men gathered together and I was infuriated to hear they continued in Spanish, Ambrose and Caleb clearly being fluent as they were replying with clarity.

"Hablas en serio?" Caleb asked, a look of shock on his face

"Sí" Miguel sighed, "sucedió ayer"

Ambrose appeared to look Miguel up and down.

"Dónde?" he asked in a puzzled tone.

Miguel let out another sigh.

"Bajo mis pies" he mumbled,

Not following any of this, I watched as Miguel suddenly raised his right leg and showed Caleb and Ambrose sole of his foot and I gasped as I caught a brief glance as Caleb shifted to the side.

Instead of a lighter skin tone on the sole of his foot, Miguel's skin appeared to have taken on a shade of traffic cone orange, the colour standing out so vibrantly that I could see it clearly from my vantage point.

Stepping back quickly, allowing the door to close silently, I turned and began making my way quickly to exit.

"First Mitch and Ishaan" I thought sadly, a slight anxiety bubbling in my stomach, "now Miguel"

I was trying to rationalise it in my head, the though of them degenerating.

Despite having been warned of the outcome and the prospects beyond, actually seeing it happening was causing me to feel slightly sick, knowing at one point that I too would be suffering the same fate.

It was then that Ishaan's words floated back into my mind.

"Look I knew it was coming, I'm just gonna have to live with it"

I shook my head and sighed.

Despite it all, I had signed up for this and, like Ishaan and all the other seniors, I knew it was almost certainly going to happen in my future.

I thought back to the day I first met Trent and how forthcoming and accepting he had been about his fate and I suddenly felt a renewed reassurance blossom in me.

"I can't change it now" I thought with a resigned smile, "So do as your bro's suggest and live for every moment"

Heading out into the brisk January air, I smiled and took a deep breath before turning towards the Research Dorm, my muscles still sore but less so now after my little teambuilding exercise.

Thinking to myself that I was going to spend as much time with Caleb and Miguel as possible to ensure they had as much fun as possible in what time remained for them.

My cock gave a throb at this and another thought emerged to the front of my mind regarding Trent and what Alex had said at the bar.

Various scenarios rattled through my brain and all I ended up doing was shaking my head in frustration.

"Fuck man..." I groaned, "What am I going to do?"