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Temporary Coach Part 03
🕑 Added 2019-02-13 03:33:11 +0000 UTCI woke up surprisingly well rested. Even if I was feeling so good that didn’t really mean I wanted to go to school. “Still gotta go,” I groaned as I threw my legs to the side of my bed and stood up. I stretched high into the air letting my muscles really start to wake up. My eyes caught the mirror and I couldn’t help but grin. “Maybe doing that gym class wasn’t so bad,” I thought to myself as I looked over my body. The belly I’d gained over the years seemed to be flattening out while my arms looked fuller. “Must be osmosis or something…” I threw up another flex looking over my nearly naked body. I didn’t remember sleeping in just my boxers but I couldn’t deny how comfortable it felt.
I threw on my school polo and khakis and headed down for breakfast. “Erin must have already left…” The kitchen was empty but there was a note on the fridge. ‘I made you a lunch. Hope you like it. Love you,’ and a doodle of a kissy face was right next to it. A smile crept onto my face as I stared at the note. “She’s acting like my mom…” She hadn’t done something like this in a long time. Especially saying ‘love you,’ but now I had it in writing. I put the note into the lunch box and started off for school.
My day already seemed a lot better until I tried to park. Someone was in my spot. I didn’t recognize the car but right now I couldn’t do anything about that. Luckily there was an open student space just a few spots down. I’d only be there for a few minutes so even if the student came back I could just as easily moved. However as I walked inside I couldn’t help but groan that I completely forgot that it was spirit week this week. And today was the day all the athletes dressed in their athletic uniforms.
It didn’t matter how big and bulky some of the football equipment was, the entire team was walking through the halls in the athletic uniform. Nor did it matter that it wasn’t wrestling season, because even those guys were in their spandex uniforms. The material stretched over each of their hard defined chests while their thick arms and legs were exposed. It didn’t matter that their junk was still on display, but many of them weren’t exactly shy about it. It may have been early in the morning but they were more than happy to be showing it off anyways.
I started off for the office when I passed Adrian on the swim team. I remembered him always complaining about coming in last place in every single race he’d ever done but right now I knew exactly why. He wasn’t built for swimming. If anything he was built for a bodybuilding competition. Even if he did shave his body perfectly for the most ‘aerodynamic form’; his large, overdeveloped muscles weren’t right for swimming. He may have had power propelling him forward but the drag from his sheer size and density kept him from gaining the speed to give him any sort of competitive advantage. For some reason, up until now, I’d always felt a little sorry for the senior losing so often. But now seeing his package stuffed in the speedo, I felt more like he just liked showing off.
“Hey! Mr. Harris,” Paul came running up behind me. “How’s it going?”
I grimaced inside at the word mister. It just made me feel old. I wasn’t sure why today of all days I’d suddenly not like being called that but I faked a smile for Paul. “Not too bad,” my eyes still drifted over to Adrian getting his books out of his locker. His wide muscular back was just way too big and defined for an 18 year old should be. Even just standing there sweat glistened off his hard body, dripping down the contours of his back. “Just forgot what spirit weekday it was…”
“I can tell. You’re not the only one though,” Paul said. “Grant forgot too.”
“Really? That’s so unlike him,” I forced my eyes away Adrian and focused more on Paul.
Paul nodded. “Yep. Completely forgot about it. Anyways, I’ve got to get to class. You’d better get going too or you might be late.”
“Right…” I muttered. He wasn’t wrong but the way he made it sound like I would have gotten in trouble if I was late. Well, thinking about it, it wouldn’t be good if I was late either. ‘Maybe I should check on Grant…’ After seeing how distracted he was yesterday it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe he just needed someone to talk to. I shook my head heading towards class. Nearly everyone was seated and facing the board waiting for me to enter; everyone but Grant.
“Grant? Is there a problem?” I asked.
“N-n-no,” he stammered as he took his seat and faced forward again. Right next to him was Adrian in next to nothing. I could see Grant fighting his will to stare. Honestly, I knew how he felt. Seeing that large masculine body stuffed inside such a small desk was hard not to look at. Adrian had so many troubles as he tried to shrink down as much as possible to fit into something fit for someone several sizes smaller than him. He pulled his shoulders forward and leaned down, but still looked like a dad visiting his kindergartner's classroom and had to sit in the desk. I went through the entire lesson and it was another day where everyone sat perfectly still, listened and asked question when they didn’t know what was going on; everyone but Grant.
I ignored it, feeling like that was to be expected and didn’t disrupt everyone else to point it out. The bell rang and the students headed to their next classes. “Grant. Can I speak with you for a minute?”
Grant seemed nervous but walked over to the desk. His steps were uneven. He looked even more disheveled than when I found him in the locker room. Dark circles seemed to have made a permanent residence under his eyes while his posture didn’t seem a good as it usually was. “Wha-what is it Mr. Harris?”
“There seems to be something off…”
“You notice it too! Oh thank God. I thought I was the only one. Like this is all really crazy isn’t it?! Like there’s so many things that are so different but no one notices them!” I stared at him blankly as he caught his breath. I'd apparently triggered something that was bothering him but didn't know what. The sudden burst of excitement quickly changed back to a more solemn lonely tone. “You do notice it… Right?”
I shook my head, even more worried than I had been. “That’s not what I meant… But, maybe it’ll help get to the problem. What kinds of things are different?” I needed to take an interest. If he was going around stealing other guys jock straps then there must be something truly bothering him. He'd be graduating soon so a lot of things in his life will be changing.
He took a deep breath. I could see the debate on whether or not he should tell me going on behind his eyes. “I don’t know…” he put his head in his hands. “It’s just things. Things are different than they used to be. Things like Adrian. I used to shove him into the lockers. I could just tell him to give me some of his lunch and he’d do it. Then watch me as I just threw it away. He was like half my size and I could do whatever I wanted to him.”
I let out a laugh. “I doubt that…”
But he continued. “Or how everyone here acts like a bunch of robots programmed like they’re ready to learn. Or the school spirit thing where everyone’s in their uniform. Or the fact that I saw a bunch of the guys kissing this morning when they met each other.”
“That’s just becoming a new popular craze. No need to get upset about it. I’m sure it’ll go away just like every other one like it. And don’t feel bad about spirit day. It’s just for fun.”
“Then what about Bradly,” he was getting out of breath. “How he’s a giant linebacker when just yesterday I’d been able to shove him into the mud. He was such a little bitch and now look at him. Strong enough to take on pros like they were nothing. Or how I can’t get him out of my mind. I just can’t stop thinking about him. Even mentioning his name all I can think about is his giant naked body, lathering himself up in the showers and calling for me to come closer. His dick hard pointed at the wall, waiting for my ass to surround it.” His voice lulled as the image became more clear. I could see his hand drifting towards the front of his pants.
“That’s…”
“Then what about you!?” he threw his hands up in the air.
“What about me?” I was genuinely curious about what he was seeing that I wasn’t. After hearing about his fantasy with another student I couldn’t help but ask. What was going through his mind? What was different about me?
He took a breath and gave an exasperated sigh. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked up and down me. “Look at you… Yesterday you were some dork trying to look professional but now you look better than half the football team. Hell, most of the football team. You’re arms are practically bursting out of those sleeves while your ass is doing the same to your pants. You quit tripping over your words and speak with confidence and dignity while also commanding authority. Not to mention how you only look a year or two older than anyone else here.” He paused and looked over me again. “When did you put on a football jersey?”
I looked down at the jersey and compression pants I was wearing. “This morning? I’ve been wearing this all day…” Grant turned around and booked it out of class. “Grant! Wait!” I called down at him through the hall but he wasn’t listening. I didn’t mean to sound rude but I specifically picked this out for spirit week this week. And he knew just how big I was. It’s not like it’s something I can hide. There was a reason that I was chosen to do the weight lifting class over any of the other teachers. I’d spent years working out making my shoulders broader and chest wider while still maintaining a nice pack of abs underneath them. Basically, I knew how to lift. But I still didn’t know what he was talking about. He seemed to see something that I didn’t. I’d just have to ask him more during the weight lifting class.
