Wrestling with Change chapter 13

Chapter 13 – Riding Time



Max prowled through the room like a drill sergeant encouraging guys where needed, correcting them when required. Together, Cameron and Ricky were much more focused on the actual wrestling than they had been before even though there was still a fair amount of grab ass being played and both of them were unabashedly displaying large erections underneath their singlets. Some of the guys had picked up on this and were snickering about it but most probably had no clue what the real situation with these two was. Max however was well aware and keen to keep a close eye on them to make sure they stayed on task even if the net result of his close observation was a burgeoning expansion in his own shorts.
Not all of the guys were quite as focused though. Every time Max would check up on Trick, the 112 pounder was getting flattened down on the mat while he glared across the room at what were supposed to be his best friends. The looks he was casting in their direction though varied though, depending on the target of his gaze, and after about the fourth time in a row in which he failed to escape from his sparring partner Max had no choice but to pull him aside.
“So are ya gonna pull that rather large muzzle out of yer own ass and get yer head in the game here Trick, or am I gonna have to do it for ya?”
“Get off my back will you Max, I’m doing the best I can.” He growled back.
“I’m not the one yer back, Roberts is and you don’t seem to be able to do anythin about it!”
“I’m trying okay!” Trick said his ears pinning back again.
“No yer not! I’ve seen you pull that escape off a hundred times before, ya could do it in yer sleep if you had to. Now what’s eatin ya?”
“It’s nothing ok! I just don’t know what’s up with Cam, I think Stetson is messing with his head or something.”
Max nodded his head, finally getting confirmation on the impression he had gotten off of Trick at their early morning workout. He watched the mix of emotions play out across his canine face and actually found himself mesmerized by the slight twitching of his ears and the quirks of his furry eyebrows.
“Yeah, I don’t think there’s anythin wrong with Cameron. He’s jus lookin at Ricky the same way you’ve been starin at Cam.
“What?”
“Yeah. Come on Trick, you’ve been hangin around Cam like a… well like a love sick puppy for years now. Then Cowboy comes along and weather it’s because they are such rivals or in spite of it, they’re fallin for each other. It’s easy to spot if ya know what yer looking fer.” Max said wrapping one arm around the other’s shoulder.
Trick’s ears drooped and his voice actually cracked a bit when he finally spoke up, “It’s not fair, why him?”
“Stuff like that rarely is fair. Ya can’t help who ya fall fer, it just sort of happens ya know?” Max said placing a hand beneath Trick’s chin and raising his muzzle until their eyes met. Max couldn’t stop himself though. He kept moving in closer until their noses met, Trick’s feeling so cool and wet against his own. “Like, who knew… who knew I’d find such a small fella so damn cute?”
Max tilted his head to the side slightly, the hot rush of breath coming from Trick’s stunned muzzle and he slowly drew his lips closer to kiss him. The lightest touch of fuzz met his lips when a loud and urgent groan sounded through the room. It took him a second to realize that that noise of pleasure had not come from either Trick or himself and he quickly, though reluctantly, turned away from the smaller wrestler to see what the rest of the team was now staring at. On the far side of the room, he caught just a brief glimpse of Cam rolling away from lying on top of Ricky before the both of them stood and tried in vain to adjust their singlets over their prominent cocks. Cowboy groaned again and doubled over slightly as he clutched at something on his back.
“Uhhh oh sshhhit… awww damn it,” Ricky grunted, his voice quivering. “Oh sorry guys, I uhhh… oooooh, got a cramp. Hey Max, I’m gonna go to the ummm trainers room and get an… uhhh ice pack or something.”
Ricky gave Max a wink as he put his left arm across Cameron’s shoulder as if he needed help walking out of the room. Meanwhile Cam’s right hand continually rubbed over Stetson’s lower back and ass occasionally seeming to squeeze at his firm rounded glutes.
Max was pretty quick to pick up on the messages the other two were sending and this didn’t look like something he was willing to miss out on. He turned to Trick who was also staring at the door Ricky and Cam just went out of together. The look on his face had changed though. The longing was still there, but the hard edge to it had softened.
“So what d’ya say Trick? Looks like our friends need us at the moment. Should we go give ‘em a hand?”
Trick sighed heavily, “I suppose we should find out what’s going on. Like you said, they are our friends.”
Max looked down at Trick and was reassured when he got a smile in return. He gave him a strong clap across the back as he let the smaller wrestler leave the room while he put one of the other juniors in charge of taking the team through the rest of their drills. By the time he made it to the trainer’s room Trick had already gone in and Max closed the door behind himself just in time to turn around and see Trick and Cowboy shaking hands.
Trick was stunned by the confession Max had made while looking him in the eyes at such close range. This was certainly something he couldn’t have seen coming. Trick had always felt close to Max, ever since he joined the team as a freshman. He had come to look up to the older wrestler as a mentor, more like an older brother than a coach or even a teammate. How could he have not seen this coming after all the time they had spent together, even this morning in the weight room he never picked up on it. If he could have so badly missed those feelings that were directed at him then maybe he was wrong about Cameron too, and certainly about Ricky.
This sudden revelation was interrupted when Max placed his hand gently against Trick’s chest. The tilt of his head and the proximity of his lips was an invitation that Trick decided he couldn’t pass up. The super slow motion crawl to cover the last few centimeters of distance between them seemed to take forever and just when he thought they had made it Trick likewise felt his attention drawn away to the noise on the other side of the room. Now he just had to smile as he watched Cam trying to hide the huge boner that Trick felt that he knew so well. A quick glance to his other side showed Stetson in a similar predicament and Trick really did have to admit to himself, seeing Cowboy with his muscles and hard cock clearly outlined in that new skin tight singlet, it was easy to see why Cam might be so attracted to him.
When they left the room he just nodded his agreement with Max’s suggestion that they go along to check things out, He had a feeling that this was one more thing he did not want to miss out on. He had a brief moment of doubt though when he barged into the trainer’s room causing both of his friends to turn and stare at him. Ricky looked apprehensive at Trick’s sudden appearance; while Cam narrowed his eyes in warning letting him know he wasn’t going to listen to any more talk about not hanging out with Ricky. It was probably the look in Cam’s eye and the body language he used in stepping up in front of Ricky in a protective manner that stung Trick the most. He realized that Cam must really care for Ricky in a way that he didn’t feel towards himself, but that was no reason they couldn’t be the friends they’ve always been. Trick let his ears droop and felt his long chin hanging low against his chest. He didn’t really want to look either of them in the eyes when he did this.
“Guys, I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting lately.” Trick mumbled at first. With the initial apology out of the way he found it easier to breathe and talk though.
“I guess I’ve felt maybe a little jealous, or left out, or something from what you guys are… well whatever. Even though you’re my best friend Cam and I probably ummm I probably love you more than you’ll ever know, I’ve got no right to tell you how to live your life or who to live it with. Cowboy, you’ve been nothing but nice to me since you came here and you didn’t deserve the things I said to you.”
Trick quickly said his peace and waited quietly, staring down at his shoes just hoping it would be enough. He was still focused on the floor when a pair of large black furred paws stepped into his field of vision. He raised his head and was gratified to see Cam’s smiling face looking back at him.
“I like it better when you’re acting all quiet and sleepy Trick, but I’ll put up with your occasional bitchiness if it means I still have you around, partner.” Cam said as he tapped him on the top of his muzzle before embracing him in a tight hug.
Trick actually felt a few tears burning in his eyes when he broke from the embrace and turned to grin sheepishly at Ricky. He was still fighting to control whatever was happening to him, but he too was smiling at Trick.
“Look man, no hard feelings. Trust me, this has been a lot for me to take in, too,” he said offering his hand to Trick for a firm handshake before grunting and dropping to his knees in a three point stance on the floor, still moaning as he rubbed another hand against his backside.
“Shit Cowboy are you ok? You didn’t pull a hammy or tear up you knee did ya?” Max asked rushing over; his immediate concern for his team and losing one if its star wrestlers.
Ricky smiled up at his captain and at the rest of his friends gathered around him. “No it’s not anything like that. It’s actually, ummm well actually it feels pretty good. I’ve kinda been dealing with it all day but it just suddenly became too distracting to ignore and go on with practice.”
“What? What’s the problem?” Max asked still full of concern.
“Same problem you’ve got above your ass Max.” Ricky said bluntly reaching out to tug at Max’s tail.
“Oh!” Max said finally getting it.
Cam had picked up on it much quicker and was trying to encourage things along by massaging Ricky’s buttocks while occasionally groping the hardened cock around in the front. Trick likewise had a wide smile stretching across his muzzle and a rather sizable tent of his own building up in his gym shorts. Ricky hummed again as another wave of intense pleasure rippled through his body. All day long he had felt a sort of low level throbbing coming from the small of his back, a sort of tightness like he usually experienced when he slipped into the stretchy confines of his wrestling singlet only this was coming from inside his own body, beneath the skin. There were a couple of times during the day after a particularly pronounced throb, that he would reach around and slip his hand into his warm-ups to rub the slightly tender spot only to feel a small lump or protrusion growing just above his ass crack.
By the time practice rolled around, the bump had become a full on knot of flesh that felt like it was sticking out by several inches. Ricky was actually surprised that nobody, especially Cam, seemed to notice to when he stripped down to just his singlet. The sensations grew more intense as he grappled with Cam on the mat, tingling every time he was knocked to his ass on the mat or had Cameron pile on top of him and gently grind away with his noticeable erection. Before long he couldn’t hold back and his sudden groaning brought him a little more attention than he was looking for at the moment, though suddenly blowing a load in his singlet right there in the practice room really would have been more than most of the team needed to witness. Now in the relative privacy of the trainer’s room he was more than happy to explore how long it would take his tail to emerge and how long he could hold back his orgasm.
The answer to both questions was likely to develop quickly especially as his three closest teammates gathered around him touching and slipping their hands across his lycra clad body. Cam of course moved in closest still trying his best to slide his own hard cock against Ricky’s ass even with the slight separation caused by two extremely thin layers of spandex material. For the first time in several days though, Ricky couldn’t wait to get out of his singlet. He turned to face Cam and helped to guide his hands up to the straps over his shoulders so he could slip them off. The lycra stretched over his bulked up mass as Cam eagerly cooperated with his desires. Ricky kicked his uniform off over his shoes and stood there with the light glinting off his glossy gray fur almost as much as it reflected off the smooth skin of his fully erect pick.
Cam was quick to dive in and take the full length of his member into his mouth and ordinarily Ricky might have been quite content to let this continue uninterrupted. Right now, Ricky had other things in mind, however. He could feel the swelling of his knot from inside his sheath and he had every intention of putting it to use. Before he could get too carried away he gently urged Cameron back and while he protested slightly the frown on his face was quickly turned into a sly smile when Ricky winked before standing him up and leaning him across the trainer’s table. In one swift move Ricky stripped away Cam’s old singlet to reveal his firm ass and its fine coat of thick black fur. The sensation of the soft fur rubbing against his sensitive shaft was one of the best things Ricky could have hoped for, topped only by the tight embrace of his hole as he plunged his well lubed cock into him.
Ricky felt himself start to growl as he hilted his shaft deep into Cam. It took all of his will power to try and slow things down so he could savor the experience more and not hurt his friend. He had certainly thought about something like this before but never imagined these exact circumstances. Here he was in the school training room with three of his teammates, his biggest rival now his lover, his captain standing behind him stroking his back and another teammate busy stripping out of his practice clothes. Then there was the odd appearance of all of the guys even though for some reason Ricky found this to be the most acceptable aspect of the whole situation. His own body was bulked up like he had been on steroids and was covered in the thickest coat of deep gray fur he ever imagined. Cam’s body might have been less muscular however he was taller now with his reformed feet and of course he was covered with his own coat of midnight black fur. Ricky could tell that Max’s tail was wagging back and forth furiously every so often brushing against his legs, and Trick had a wide smile plastered on his new snow white muzzle. After several minutes of slow thrusts into Cam’s tight rear Ricky felt his fully formed knot slip out of his sheath and he shuddered with the sensation of it, almost as much as he shuddered when he felt Max’s steel hard cock make contact with his own ass.
Cameron was no less shocked by the recent turn of events but it was surprising to him how much he was enjoying the feeling of Ricky filling him with his enormous manhood. All the times he had let Stewart suck him off he never pictured himself fucking him, let alone being fucked. Ever since things changed between him and Ricky though, he had the desire in the back of his mind; he wanted to give control completely over to his lover no matter what it might entail. Now with his canine cock surging in and out of his hole he never imagined anything could have felt better. That was before the knot. Ricky was proceeding very slowly, gently probing deeper with each push. Before long Cam could feel the swollen flesh of the knot pressing against his hole, stretching him wider with each pass, until it slipped inside him. The pressure was heavenly. He clenched down on it as hard as he could, trying to help hold Ricky in, even though it wasn’t remotely necessary. He was so focused on the pleasure expanding in his ass that he was surprised when Trick pulled a small stool over to the side of the trainer’s table and stood on it, placing his crotch in easy reach of Cameron’s mouth.
The conflicted emotions Trick felt were still with him but it was easier to deal with now that they were out in the open. Even easier based upon how incredibly hot Cowboy looked right now. He and Cam were going at it pretty good with Max right there beside them and he saw no real reason why he should be left out. He quietly kicked off his wrestling shoes and slid his shorts down his legs before tossing his shirt to the floor as well. Since the trainer’s table was almost chest high to him he had to find something to stand on to achieve his goals and fortunately there was a stool nearby. He pulled it over and climbed up and it took very little time for Cameron to pick up on what he wanted. His hard throbbing meat bobbed up and down in time with his heartbeat, and in the space of just a handful of those beats, Cam guided his lips over the head of his prick. Cam was still holding on to the table under the steady pace of Ricky’s fucking so Trick found he had share a bit of the workload himself. He rocked his hips back and forth driving his dick deeper into Cam’s maw as his lips and tongue worked to massage as much pleasure out of his rod as possible. Now with one of his desires properly addressed he decided it was time to take care of another. Still bucking his groin into Cam’s face, Trick leaned across his body until he could stick out his longer more dexterous canine tongue and lick Cowboy’s cheeks and nuzzle him with his nose. Ricky was as quick to oblige as Cam and when their lips met Trick’s muzzle nearly engulfed his entire mouth. If this was what it entailed, Trick decided he would have no problem letting go of Cam to Ricky.
Max was not the least bit interested in letting go of anything at the moment. Rather he wanted more. It was astonishing to him how all the doubts he had about feelings for other guys on the team had disappeared so quickly. He had denied it for so long it felt like such a tremendous relief to just fully give in. He stood slightly behind Ricky and ran his hands through the thick fur on his back and found that this was as much a part of his attraction to the others as anything else. He wished the new uniforms had arrived that much sooner so he could share in the changes he saw taking place with Ricky. As it was his tail was a constant source of wonder and enjoyment for him now. He enjoyed holding it or just feeling the weight of his trailing behind him as it wagged back and forth. He was actually even happier that Ricky was finally getting one of his own. This though not only made his own tail move faster, but his cock to become that much harder. All the other guys had shed their clothes so he quickly did the same. He pressed his flesh in close to Ricky and felt the warmth of his fur radiate through his entire body. It was a little difficult at first to time it right, with Ricky still steadily pounding away in to Cam’s chute, but eventually he found the rhythm and was able to poke his rigid pole into Ricky’s welcoming ass. With the tightness embracing and caressing his shaft Max really let himself go and felt himself start to growl and grunt along with the wolfish noises that Ricky was making.
Ricky couldn’t believe it. The pleasure coursing through him and assaulting him from every direction was too much for his mind to take. He let his conscious thoughts melt away and gave himself over to pure animal lust. Now mounted and tied with Cameron he felt closer to him than he ever would have imagined was possible. It felt so incredible to have his swollen knot being pressed into and held back by the ring of his ass. He continued to buck his meat into him, alternating between slow and deliberate to fast and furious, doing everything he could to prolong the pleasure. Then with Trick in front of him he let the smaller wrestler take a bit of control and wrap his muzzle overtop of his own mouth and explore the back of his throat with his tongue. While it occasionally made him go cross-eyed from doing so he kept looking into his big gorgeous eyes and studying his larger floppy white ears as they shared the heavy breathing that was inevitable. And while he might have had Max easily beat in the size department, it was no less pleasurable to feel his firm shaft sliding in and out of his tail hole.
Somewhere in the middle of all of this Ricky became aware of the intense sensations coming from disparate parts of his own body. His face was throbbing beneath the pressure of Trick’s kissing but the pulsations even radiated out to the tips of his ears. The sounds of the room, largely blocked out by the guttural moans and groans of the four guys, now became easier to distinguish and he had the distinct impression that his ears had grown larger and it felt more like they were close to the top of his head now. The kiss with Trick became more complex as Ricky realized his own tongue had grown in size and his nose and mouth had been pushing outward from the rest of his face. Even Ricky’s toes seemed to be throbbing with the heat of his passion. He could tell they were stretching and growing, the new wrestling shoes contorting with them as he continually had to adjust his stance to keep up with the alterations. His hands seemed to match the sensations coming from his feet as steel gray fur swept past his wrists and covered the backs of his hands. His palms felt swollen and he released his grip on Cam’s shoulders just long enough to examine the growing pads that grew at his fingertips. The growth above his ass was perhaps the most constant aspect of all of these changes as it had be sending out radiating waves of pleasure all day long. Now though, with Max’s thrusting into him in counter time to his efforts with Cam, the growing tail became more and more apparent as his lengthened and pressed itself into his captain’s sweat soaked chest.
The culmination of all of this activity was an Earth shattering eruption of ecstasy centering on Ricky’s cock. The absolute orgasm of a lifetime coursed through his shaft and he could swear the knot and the rest of his cock had suddenly doubled in sized. Jet after jet of white hot fluid was pumped into his mate as he broke away from Trick’s kiss and howled out with satisfaction. All around him the others were experiencing similar levels of contentment as they each blew their loads in rapid succession. The increased pressure in Cam’s ass frm the rapid addition of so much jizz drove him over the edge as he deposited copious amounts of his own sperm all over the padded table where it was quickly smeared into his thick rich fur. Ricky’s orgasm caused him to bear down with such force on Max’s dick that he couldn’t help but blow his load deep inside him and then all over the base of his tail as he accidentally slipped free. Trick actually managed to hold out the longest, even with Cam threatening to swallow his cock whole, when he gasped from the intensity of his orgasm. He had enough control to pull free of Cam’s hungry mouth and give him a full on facial with the thick spunk that shot from his member in astonishing quantity.
Ricky felt short of breath as he released one final load of sperm into Cam and collapsed on top of him, his engorged knot still keeping him firmly rooted him his friend’s butt. Both Trick and Max had managed to step back but stood on wobbly legs as they tried to recover.
“Damn that was intense Cowboy, it’s a good thing we don’t have our first match tonight cause I don’t think I have the strength left to wrestle another guy after you.” Cameron quipped as he struggled to catch his own breath.
“Told ya you liked getting pinned by me.” Ricky shot back reaching around him and using a large clawed finger to wipe some of Trick’s come off of Cam’s chin.
“Only off the mat Cowboy, only off the mat.” He said licking at Ricky’s changed fingers.
“That certainly was impressive enough for me.” Max said as he moved around to stand beside Trick, throwing an arm across his shoulders.
Trick just happily leaned back into him before tilting his muzzle up and giving Max a deep kiss.
It was nearly ten minutes before Ricky determined his knot had shrunk enough to allow him to withdraw from Cam’s embrace. He stood and stretched, a long red tongue lolling out of his fully formed muzzle as he yawned. He walked over to the closest mirror, his anticipation building as his friends all watched him with something close to awe. Stepping in front of his reflection he had to share in their astonishment. He was a werewolf now. A fully formed honest to god werewolf. Steel gray fur had grown further up his neck and had engulfed a newly lengthened muzzle. He still had an unruly mop of his own brown hair on top of his head, now matted down with sweat, but otherwise the gray covered everything from the tip of his black nose to the edges of his large pointed ears. He smiled wide revealing a pearly white set of fangs lining his jaws. He held his former hands up in front of his face and examined the thick pads and clawed fingertips. A quick glance down at his feet showed that their basic shape had changed as well, lengthening and forcing him up on the balls of his feet though the shoes still did their job in conforming to the new shape and covering them perfectly. A quick twist to the side and a wag of his tail flashed silver in the mirror as well and he smiled again surprised at how just moving the tail could make him feel happier. His well muscled body stood out magnificently in the coat of fur as did the bright red cock that was still halfway extended from his ample sheath. He couldn’t help but thinking if werewolves had looked like this in the movies they would have been rated x and he would have owned as many dvd copies of those movies as he could.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about. Man I can’t wait for the rest of the uniforms to get here.” Cam exclaimed as he jumped up to stand beside Ricky, his dark fur contrasting nicely with Ricky’s as they stood next to each other.
“Yeah I only hope the rest of us will look half as good as you do Cowboy,” Trick offered in genuine appreciation.
“As good as ya look Stetson, I actually hope we don’t all get as big as ya did, it’ll really screw up our weight classes.” Max said, still thinking about the team overall.
They all hit the showers and it took a good deal of time, not to mention one more orgasm a piece, for the four of them to get cleaned up. Ricky sat back against his locker letting his fur dry some more before getting dressed while Cam lay across the bench with his head in Ricky’s lap. Trick still watched the two of them with a small amount of jealousy in his eyes but that cleared away when Max returned from checking up on the rest of the team. He had managed to get the entire team out of first period, which everybody was ecstatic about, so they could get the new uniforms assigned when they came in and that probably excited the wrestlers just as much as getting out of class. Ricky invited the other guys to come over to his place and hang out that night but Max declined stating that he and Trick already had plans. That announcement seemed to come as a surprise to Trick but he lit up like a firecracker at the prospect and certainly wasn’t going to argue. With one last wink, Max told Ricky and Cameron not to over-exert themselves with the match coming up tomorrow however the two of them knew it was going to be difficult to resist the temptation.