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Stashed Gainz - Part 1, cont'd

Cole felt his large 8.5” start to swell in his compression shorts as he and Myles continued hitting poses in front of the mirrors. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as he continued to flex, this was not the first, nor would it be the last time that Cole would get off on his own reflection.

“Dude, keep ‘the monster’ under control man, we haven’t even started practice and that thing already barely fits in your singlet!” Myles said, looking pointedly at the increasing large bulge Cole was currently sporting.

“Cut me some slack- I haven’t fucked anyone or anything since Wednesday night!” Cole replied as he absentmindedly rubbed a hand over his rapidly swelling package.

Myles rolled his eyes and turned away from Cole, who was clearly enjoying himself, and walked towards the lit up board at the far end of the locker room. The board listed the weights and stats that the coach had decided for every member of the wrestling team in advance of the upcoming meet. Myles stepped up in front of it and waited for it to register his presence.

On cue Myles felt the light-vibrating and slightly-disorienting feeling run through his entire body that he got each time he stood before the board- a process he had first experienced during his freshmen year. It was the strangely pleasurable feeling of the tingling you get when your arm falls asleep combined with the run-up to a really great orgasm and lasted all of 30 seconds before it stopped and the board lit up with its results.

Myles grinned as his numbers appeared on the board and being a veteran of the process his mind only skimmed the important ones: he would be wrestling up for the weekend’s meet- height read 6’1, weight – 189lbs, and most fun for Myles, cock (really listed as “PS”) was 9.5,” the coach really was believer in the intimidation factor as a part of the wrestling team’s success.

On either side of the lit up stats board were what looked like radically oversized glassed in shower stalls. Myles stripped off his compression shorts (no sense in risking ripping them apart) and stepped into the one on the left side. As soon as the large glass door clicked shut, Myles, standing naked in the center of the stall, closed his eyes, focused, and waited for the process to begin.

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