"Ahhhhhhh!"
Tom let out a blood curdling scream as his opponent pulled back on his chin. His arms were wrapped around his opponent's knees and if this were a real fight Tom would be tapping out already, or about to be permanently damaged.
But it wasn't a real fight; it wasn't even a real match. It was a pro-wrestling training session and Tom had to sell the pain; act like it hurt to make the show look real.
Tom wasn't planning a career in pro-wrestling, he was an aspiring actor, going to college for it and everything. He had the good looks and charm of a young Ryan Reynolds or Tom Cruise. He was taking a course in pro-wrestling to learn stage combat and how to take a fall. It also helped him keep in shape, and it was alot of fun.
Tom had already been cast in two productions this semester, on top of schoolwork. He was pushing the limits on time as it were, but he loved what he did.
Tom cried out again, shaking his hand signaling to the audience that he was fighting the hold, but it wasn't true. The camel clutch he was in was how the match was supposed to end. That was the thing about pro-wrestling, the end was decided in advance, and maybe one or two spots, but most of the match was improvised, which was really cool.
Tom struggled a bit more then tapped his opponent's left knee. The opponent screamed in victory, applying slightly more pressure on his chin, so Tom knew to scream in pain, then released him.
Coach clapped his hands. "One hell of a match Tom, you sure you don't want to get on the card for Saturday night? You'd make some money and get a feel for being on stage."
Tom shook his head as he rolled out of the ring. "Not this semester Coach. I'm too busy. I've got a huge math test on Monday and a paper due for modern philosophy. Plus rehearsal every night."
Coach smiled. "If you change your mind, let me know. Good luck."
Tom gathered his stuff into his gym bag, changed his shoes and jogged the two miles back to campus. Tom needed a shower before rehearsal. If he hurried he could grab a long sit-down meal in the cafeteria and run some lines. He got to his room and stripped down. His roommate lived about three hours away and was gone practically every weekend to see his girlfriend back home. There was an adjoining bathroom with the dorm next door, but the girls who lived there were never home this time on a Friday, so the bathroom should be free.
Besides, he figured as he turned the bathroom door knob, the agreement was you locked the door when you used the bathroom, so they must not be in.
Tom stopped in the doorway and stared. He was wrong. One of the girls was using the bathroom. He felt the blood rushing through his body, stiffening his cock and reddening his cheeks. He knew he should look away, or say something or close the door, but he was mesmerized.
So he stood there, his Adonis-like physique and hardening cock on display.
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Tom let out a blood curdling scream as his opponent pulled back on his chin. His arms were wrapped around his opponent's knees and if this were a real fight Tom would be tapping out already, or about to be permanently damaged.
But it wasn't a real fight; it wasn't even a real match. It was a pro-wrestling training session and Tom had to sell the pain; act like it hurt to make the show look real.
Tom wasn't planning a career in pro-wrestling, he was an aspiring actor, going to college for it and everything. He had the good looks and charm of a young Ryan Reynolds or Tom Cruise. He was taking a course in pro-wrestling to learn stage combat and how to take a fall. It also helped him keep in shape, and it was alot of fun.
Tom had already been cast in two productions this semester, on top of schoolwork. He was pushing the limits on time as it were, but he loved what he did.
Tom cried out again, shaking his hand signaling to the audience that he was fighting the hold, but it wasn't true. The camel clutch he was in was how the match was supposed to end. That was the thing about pro-wrestling, the end was decided in advance, and maybe one or two spots, but most of the match was improvised, which was really cool.
Tom struggled a bit more then tapped his opponent's left knee. The opponent screamed in victory, applying slightly more pressure on his chin, so Tom knew to scream in pain, then released him.
Coach clapped his hands. "One hell of a match Tom, you sure you don't want to get on the card for Saturday night? You'd make some money and get a feel for being on stage."
Tom shook his head as he rolled out of the ring. "Not this semester Coach. I'm too busy. I've got a huge math test on Monday and a paper due for modern philosophy. Plus rehearsal every night."
Coach smiled. "If you change your mind, let me know. Good luck."
Tom gathered his stuff into his gym bag, changed his shoes and jogged the two miles back to campus. Tom needed a shower before rehearsal. If he hurried he could grab a long sit-down meal in the cafeteria and run some lines. He got to his room and stripped down. His roommate lived about three hours away and was gone practically every weekend to see his girlfriend back home. There was an adjoining bathroom with the dorm next door, but the girls who lived there were never home this time on a Friday, so the bathroom should be free.
Besides, he figured as he turned the bathroom door knob, the agreement was you locked the door when you used the bathroom, so they must not be in.
Tom stopped in the doorway and stared. He was wrong. One of the girls was using the bathroom. He felt the blood rushing through his body, stiffening his cock and reddening his cheeks. He knew he should look away, or say something or close the door, but he was mesmerized.
So he stood there, his Adonis-like physique and hardening cock on display.
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OOC: PM if interested
