The hole in the wall Thai place was just four long blocks from the gym. They were sitting in the window on stools, their bags on the stool between them. I took that one. D said to J, "those jeans!" and as I sat down grabbed my ass. No one was around. The food was amazing as always. We laughed. Compared notes about the new facilities. They asked about Brett. I told them my tally: four guys, 12 orgasms, 80 hours, mentioned setting date with Victoria and my thought of checking out that couple from lecture.
J hung his arm over my shoulder, "I think I just creamed my jeans...."
"You only come that easy with my cock in your ass," I said and promptly the draped arm became a headlock. D snorted Thai tea in his nose. I took the opportunity to softly massage J's balls while pretending to try to push him off. D was still coughing and trying to clear his sinuses. We found excuses in the next 10 minutes or so to grope each other however we could. J was showing hard, me and D a little less so. The waitress had been in the back, she brought the check and we paid.
Huddled for protection we got our cells and talked about when we could next hang. I knew Friday night was locked for us. J and I could get a workout on Thursday midday and D and I might do something Wednesday night. His eyes got bright, "We could Skype Jess together!"
J yelled, "No fair! No fair!"
D said, "Well if you were done with your community service for getting caught 'in the parking lot,' you could join us."
I asked, "So it's true you got caught screwing two girls...?"
D laughed, "No that's the cover. He was caught jacking off, in coaches' office when he was supposed to be working."
"NO!" I hadn't seen J blush yet, but he was.
D put him in a headlock, "yup. Completely naked, standing in the middle of the room, cock in one hand, fingers up his ass!"
"ALRIGHT! Leave it! K? I thought Coach Jergens was gonna have a stroke. Coach Mac threw his towel at me and pushed Jergens back outta the room. It was Mac who kept things smooth after that. And my service is up this weekend: sixty hours volunteering at the Sisters of Mercy retirement home."
I tried not to laugh but when I saw D's face I doubled over. D said, "I think Mac got a kick outta seeing you like that..."
J straightened, "well yeah, I'm hawt!"
We both grabbed him in headlocks and ball gropes at the same time. Smiling against the wind and sleet I ran to class, almost late. My 1:00 lecture was a snoozer. The room was stuffy and bright; a bad combo. I tried to pull my cap down over my eyes and maybe doze off or fantasize but the professor kept throwing questions to the crowd. Bored but forced to stay present. My 3:00 was better; at least in small groups we got to engage with the course work. By 4:30 I was dragging.
After I took a piss, I checked my phone. No messages. My first thought was to go home and study, working out later. I looked over my shoulder at the window and knew when I left campus I wasn't coming back. I slogged back to the gym, dragging ass. Guys were still lining up for their locker assignments. I needed to thank B again for getting me past that. Everyone who came thru while I was changing left right away. I had the weight room to myself.
Until Coach Mac checked on the thermostat, "Warm enough, Wollinowski?"
"Yeah, coach. Thanks, this place is awesome!"
"Did I see you doing laps with Carson this morning?"
"Yeah." I wondered if he saw anything else, remembering what D had said. Coach Mac was in his forties, but still flat bellied, handsome and surprising curls under his cap; and always alive with passion for what he was doing. He gave great motivational speeches.
"Good. He could use some tips from you. He has an iffy record on the mat. He thinks too much. If somehow you could teach him how you sense your opponent's moves, how you got that natural 'feel' for your body, he'll improve a lot. You can see him get lost in his head."
I laughed in my head, "Yeah coach, sure. I'll see what I can do to help him get in touch..."
"We'll be able to use the main practice room and the small auxiliary mat room this year. So we can send guys off for individual coaching and small group practice. I'm counting on you to step up and lead this year. I'm gonna put your ass to the test!" Was he checking my ass out as I stood and did curls? Maybe he was. I did flush; thankfully I was red from exertion.
"Aw, thanks Mac. I'll try my best. Thanks for thinking I can lead." I finished that set and stepped back. Mac slapped my shoulder and walked off. In the mirror I saw him adjust himself as he walked outta the room. That almost felt like a cruise. Cool!
I gritted thru the workout. I spent a few minutes in the dry sauna, but got sleepy. Dressed again, my blue tights showing thru my crotch, I knocked on Mac's door. He swung it open, on the phone ordering equipment. He held a finger up, and then pointed to a bench. I sat, slumped my crotch hot and obvious. He had on track pants now; he was wearing chinos earlier.
"What's up, Zach?"