Down on the Mat (college jocks)

    Scotty breathed heavily as he looked at his reflection. All of a sudden he felt incredibly sick. His stomach was turning over and he'd started sweating. "What's wrong with me…" he groaned as a burp that could have easily turned to vomit came up out of him. 

    The wrestler splashed some water on his face. "Get it together… Get it together…" he slapped his hands against his face trying to get pumped up. He'd spent months prepping for this match there was no way he was going to let something as worthless as a stomach ache stop him from winning. "Get it together!"

   Scotty slapped his face even harder. He looked into the mirror and saw something a bit weird. "What the…" it was his reflection but not. Something about it was different. His stong masculine features almost looked a little softer. His firm strong eyes looked wider and more innocent. "What's going…"

  Then he recognized the face it was his roommate Hal. He stared deeper and it was more and more obvious. "Hal..?" He questioned. As he did so he felt pain akin to being shocked by an outlet. His body seized up and he felt every muscle in his body contract. Scotty tried to fight it off but nothing seemed to work. It was like he was losing control over his body. Like he couldn't move the way he wanted to.

Scotty did his best to take back control but couldn't do anything about it. Something felt like it was crawling down his throat into his stomach and he couldn't think anymore. Little by little he was losing his consciousness. Then everything stopped. He stood back up.

"Fuck yeah!" His deep thunderous voice echoed off the metal lockers and concrete floor. "It really worked! It really worked…" Hal raised Scotty's hand up and looked them over. He moved closer to mirror to see the body he'd just taken over. "Damn Scotty… You're so hot…" his rougher hands ran over the strong smooth muscles that Scotty had spent years building up. His firm pecs pushed hard against the wrestling singlet he was wearing.

A grin was plastered on his handsome face as Hal played more and more with the body. He'd been expecting Scotty to be somewhere but didn't expect to feel the tight flexible fabric of his wrestling singlet. It was something Hal had always loved about his roommate the wrestler. He could just imagine what it would be like for the big guy to take him down and maneuver himself on top of his and then open up his asshole. 

The fantasy had been ongoing since he was in high school. But when he found out his roommate was going to be the star wrestler for the school he couldn't help but think about it. Seeing his strong muscular body sit aimlessly looking at his phone always made Hal's dick a little hard. The listless but confident way he just flipped through his phone filled him with thoughts of being beneath his strong masculine body. But more importantly he wanted to be him. To see from his eyes what it was like to look down at pecs pushing out so far he couldn't see the abs beneath them. To feel the blood flowing through his firm muscles.

Hal could already feel himself getting hard at the idea. Just feeling his consciousness inside this body was too much. He swiped at his dick pushing himself further. 

"Scotty!" A voice called for him. Hal instantly stopped and looked around. It was a burly older guy wearing a polo with the school's logo on it. "What the fuck are you still doing down here? Get your ass up there." He smacked Scott's firm ass, sending Hal running for the stairs out of the locker room. A naughty thought ran through Hal's mind but he forced himself to think about something else. Obviously Scotty wouldn't ever think something like that. "What the fuck were you even doing down here? Your match is about to start and your about to get disqualified? Fucking really?"

"Sorry coach…" Hal said. He tried to copy the inconsistent jock cadence Scotty always had but it was hard to concentrate on. His laid back but serious attitude was hard to control for. He could seem easy going but the  instantly turn to anger if the situation called for it. 

Coach just rolled his eyes and pushed Hal. "Just be ready. You got one more match and then you're up." He kept walking to the other wrestlers at the school and sat down in a chair. He had a constant glare as he looked through the crowd of people. 

Hal was starting to get worried. The spell he'd cast still had another half hour before it would wear off. And right now he was sitting in the middle of a cheering stadium as two guys started went at it against each other. From a straight standard, wrestling was always considered normal. It was two men using the strength to over power the other and show which one was the more dominant one. From his gay mind it was exactly the same thing. And right now it was turning him on.

His hand brushed up against his cock as he watched the two masculine men rolling around on the mat. He couldn’t help himself as he thought about what it was like to have one of the two guys on top of him. Forcing him down. Then fucking his asshole. 

“Scotty!” the coach’s deep voice cut through the crowd bringing Hal back down to reality. 

“Yes coach?” Hal breathed as he rushed over to the older man. In his wrestling singlet, Scott’s large dick could clearly be seen. The coach’s face stiffened and he maintained eye contact. 

“Get yerself together boy,” he growled. His eyes moved ever so slightly downward to say exactly what he was thinking. He wasn’t going to draw any more attention to it than what was necessary. 

Hal blushed as he realized again; where he was. “Right!” he tried flexing his arms to redirect the blood flow but it didn’t do too much to eb the sensation. If anything it only reminded him about Scott’s strong masculine body. He did his best not to think about it. “Coach…”

“If you dare say you don’t feel good… So help me,” Coach glared. His mean stare instantly made Hal stiffen up. There was no way he was going to piss this old man off anymore. Even if he was a good 30 years older, he clearly didn’t want to hear any excuses. 

“Nevermind,” Hal gulped.

“Good. You’re up next. Get ready,” the coach pushed Hal onto the mat in front of his opponent. He was already stretching out. Hal felt so stiff. Nerves were running through his system as he stared at the handsome man in front of him. He couldn’t believe how good the other man looked. But at the same time he was scolding himself for being so thoughtless.

He hadn’t realized that Scotty was doing something like this. He figured his roommate was at the gym. Or with that girl he sometimes hung around with. However, he was at an important meet that Hal was about to screw up. The guy stood back up and bumped his fists.

“Good luck,” he smiled.

Hal was caught off guard at the friendly nature of the match. “Right! You too,” he muttered.

“Calm the fuck down!” he could hear his coach in the background. “For fucks sake… What’s gotten into that boy…”

“Right… Calm down…” Hal told himself. He tried his best to stay calm but seeing the strong stance of the guy in front of him staring him down he couldn’t help but be a bit turned on. Knowing exactly what was about to happen just seemed to distract him even more. He did his best to think about what he was supposed to do but the only time he’d ever ‘wrestled’ was in gym class back in high school. And that was more of just sitting around on the mat with his friends talking while the coach paid attention to the guys who actually wanted to do it. 

His opponent grabbed onto his waist and tried to take him down. Hal’s eyes went wide as he realized the match had already started. He tried his best to figure out how to move but nothing was really coming to mind. The body he was in seemed to have a bit of a natural defense and shifted his weight so he fell in a more advantageous way but Hal didn’t know how to follow it up to get out of the hold. 

The fear he’d been having had turned to lust. He could feel his dick hardening again as the other musculine man was trying to get on top of him. To throw his heavy weight around and force him down onto the mat. Even with the shame of forcing Scott to lose the match, Hal couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation. He’d never been close to a man like this before. The sensation was insane. He just wanted to let it ride.

“FUCK NO!” Hal heard a familiar voice assuming it was coach again. But coach had his head in his hand. “You really think I’m gonna let your pansy ass ruin what I’ve been working for!? Fuck no!”

The voice was coming from inside him. He could feel it deep down as Scott forced his consciousness back into his body. In an instant he had reversed the hold and now the other guy was struggling not to be on the bottom. Scott’s natural instincts were taking over as he forced the guy down on the mat. His strong body easily pushed through the hold and kept the other man down. Even through the struggling Scott was able to over power him.

However at the same time Hal couldn’t help but enjoy the experience. Feeling their muscular bodies rubbing up against each other was too much. There was no denying how much pleasure he found in the idea of Scott forcing him down like this and fucking him silly. The thought just kept running through his head as he thought about it more and more. It caused Scott’s dick to throb with excitement. 

Scott’s eyes went wide as he realized what had just happened. He may have won the match but he didn’t want to stand up. Cum was currently filling the inside of his lycra suit and he couldn’t stop it. His dick was still hard and causing a bigger mess. He did his best to pull the tight fitting fabric away from his body but it didn’t do any good. The wet spot was still growing and any attempt to hide it only drew even more attention.

“Scotty?” his coach asked as the college student rushed past him. But Scotty wasn’t listening. He was too embarrassed to care. He ran back to the locker room and started changing. He knew exactly what had just happened and who’d done it to him. 

He slammed the door to their dorm room open. “Fucking really!?” he shouted.

“I’m sorry!” Hal folded up into a fetal position as Scott’s fist was raised above him. “I’m really sorry! Alright! I didn’t realize that’s what you were doing today.” 

Hal only assumed the worst as Scott stood over him. His large silhouette blocked out any light coming down on him. However, he was in for a surprise as Scott forced his hands out of his face and locked his lips against his. It was a surprisingly sensual kiss as he did so. The jock pulled away. “Here’s the new rule. Since you wanted to be inside me so badly,” he stood up for dramatic effect, “that means I get to be inside you.”

“Wha…?” Hal looked up and then back down seeing Scott’s dick hard again. Suddenly he realized what he meant. And suddenly he wasn’t so scared anymore.