Temporary Coach Part 06

I found it impossible to eat with Erin that night. Even if I never skipped a meal, it didn’t mean I had to have mine in the kitchen with her. I just told her I had homework and headed back to my room. She gave me a wink. I felt my dick bounce again at the idea. 

“Stupid horny teenage…” I scolded myself. It was so hard not to touch myself as I thought more about what had happened earlier that day. She’d been begging so hard for me to cum inside her. And then it felt so good. I shook my head trying to concentrate. I shouldn't be proud that I'd just cucked my dad. The image and sensation was still fresh in my mind. I trudged through and opened up a website online. Dad had mentioned that Paul had something to change everything around us. It didn’t make any sense but the conversation I’d heard between him at Bradly at the beginning of the week was starting to make a little bit of sense.

If they were actually able to change things about reality then would that explain why we had two of the biggest football players in the country? Or why Erin would ask me if I wanted to make my dad happy? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. I know it’s bad to say but she hadn’t pretended to care about making dad happy since the day they’d gotten married. And somehow Paul still seemed to be at the center of it all. I couldn’t quite figure it out though. The only lead I had was that he was able to change something. My first search seemed almost too stupid to even consider, ‘reality changing device.’

A million web pages loaded but one of them had a name. ‘Chronivac,’ I clicked it wondering what it could be. It looked to be the most business like name. However upon searching the website all I found were what looked like fantasies written by a bunch of horny people. So many different fantasies about changing bullies, teachers, or themselves into a more idealized for. But that didn’t make any sense. Everyone at the school loved Paul. He was a really great guy who got along with everyone. 

“That can’t be right…” I told myself trying to figure it out a little bit more. “And wouldn’t Paul want to change himself a little more. He still looks like a dorky little 18 year old who couldn’t win a fight to save his life. Even if he was able to lift as much as the rest of the guys in the strength training class and was just as fast as them, it seemed like he should have wanted to show off his body more. Or to grow as big as someone like me. 

However, I ignored my skepticism and explored the website a little more; even reading some of the stories. Some of them were pretty good. I struggled to keep my hand off my cock as I read through some of them. But as I was going through them, I found an interesting link. ‘Want your fantasies to become reality? Click to get a real Chronivac!’ It sounded like a joke. The fiction these guys were writing was just too insane. There was no way you could rewrite someone’s entire history and body makeup with some kind of app. Right?

My mouse hovered over the link and I finally clicked it. The website opened up and I thought for sure I’d get some kind of virus. The vast array or clashing neon colors made the website look cheaply made but it confirmed that it had created a Chronivac. ‘Nasty bullies, awful teachers, a boy you’d like to impress? Change everything around your reality to make it the way you’d like it to be!* Only 5 easy payments of $9,999.’ I looked at it confused. 

“This has to be a scam…” I looked over the website noticing the asterisk at the bottom of the page. ‘Only one per 10 square miles. Remember all changes are permanent after 24 hours and must be manually changed back. Please request to find if you are able to use one before paying. Thank you.’

“Really?!” I looked over for an email. I’d already gotten this far I figured I might as well go all the way. I sent an email using the email address that I never really use and waited. Within a minute I received a message back. ‘Sorry but there is someone in your area already using the Chronivac. Please come back when you move or the person using it is all paid up.’ A map of our town showed up with an icon located right on top of our school.

“Shit!” I slammed my fists against the desk. The weights next to it shook. I couldn’t believe it. This didn’t make sense but it was all starting to add up. Dad must have known something but not everything. I didn’t know why Paul would do something like that though. Or how dad was able to figure anything out before everyone else. If anything I couldn’t do anything until the next day. I tried to sleep but it was hard to. Just thinking about a reality changing device was too crazy. ‘What all had he changed..?’ 

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I woke up at the usual 6am for my workout. Even though I hadn’t slept very well I still had to make sure I was training well. My schedule still needed to come first. But as I worked out I couldn’t help but wonder what I would change? Maybe give myself a 10% boost in strength so I could lift even more. Or help some of the other guys on the team who have been relying on me and Bradly too much. Or maybe make the dress code more relaxed and students take advantage of it. I could feel myself getting hard. The stories I’d read last night were coming back to the forefront of my mind. I kind of understood why people would find something like this so erotic.

“Focus,” I told myself. My ideas couldn’t come before I actually got the device. And I’d have to figure out what it was too. The website said it was an app so that meant it was probably on the tablet Paul had been carrying around the day before. But now I’d have to figure out how to get it away from him without him knowing. And then access the app. And figure out how to make changes. And... “Fuck…” I groaned thinking about all the steps I’d be required to do. It was going to be complicated but getting the device would have to take priority. Luckily I had several classes with Paul but the only time I’d really have a chance was during the strength training class. That’s when he’d leave everything in his locker and I’d be able to get at it. But until then I had to hope that he wouldn’t change too much.

I finished my workout with the run back to school. Sweat was dripping down my body from the workout. I pulled over the lycra shirt to ‘look more presentable;’ even if it did just show off every contour of my body. My nipples didn’t even have to grow hard to be able to be seen through the thin fabric. I didn’t mind much. Just easier to show off.

“Hey Tyler!” Paul shouted and rushed his way underneath my arm like usual.

“Hey buddy,” I smiled down at him. I pulled him in even tighter as we headed towards our first class. I still had to pretend like I didn’t know. If he figured anything out, he’d make it impossible for me. I just had to play along like usual. We headed to class together. Before we sat down Mr. Callahan was handing back our tests.

“Good job Mr. Harris,” he handed me back the 86% on my test. “And excellent job to you too Mr. Stein. So close. You only missed one answer…”

“Dang it,” Paul looked down at his test to see which one. “Oh well. Better luck next time…” He smiled as he sat down in his seat. I almost wondered if he’d change it too 100%. Or would that just be a waste? Or would it just be that he didn’t care enough to even bother. I was about to start talking to him when Frankie came in the door.

“Good morning Mr. Thomson. Here’s your test,” Mr. Callahan handed back the piece of paper.

“Test? What test?” Frankie asked as he folded the test in half not even looking at it.

“The one in your hand. We took it last week. I did hope you’d do better,” Mr. Callahan droned. His face grew flat trying not to get too antagonized by the student.

“I didn’t know that was a test. Thought it was one of those dumbass quizzes you always hand out.”

“It wasn’t. And that test put you underneath the C- you’d barely been holding onto to keep your football status in the clear. Now if you’d like to—“

“Like to fucking what, old man?” Frankie was getting up in Mr. Callahan’s face. He’d yet to put his hands on the older teacher but was clearly upset. I went to stand up but Paul held onto my arm as to pull me back down.

“I’ll handle this,” he whispered.

“What?” I looked down at him as he held out his tablet. “What’s that supposed to do?!”

However, my attention turned back to Mr. Callahan and Frankie. Frankie was currently getting more and more into a fighting stance. “You think you can tell me what to do old man!? Huh? I’m going fucking suck your dick if you don’t change this score!” Frankie paused as he thought about what he just said. “I’m going to get down on my knees and suck it so hard!” Again he paused. It was like that wasn’t what he wanted to say. He was acting so strangely right now. “What the… What’s going on?” He looked around the room as though he didn’t know where he was. His eyes went wide. “That’s not right. Why can I only think about suckin his dick?”

“What do you mean Mr. Thomson?” The way Walter said it sounded different. I wasn’t sure why. It was still out of respect but it sounded different. I stared at the two of them. “I did get a 100 on my test.” He held it up showing it off. 

“You did,” Mr. Thomson said. “No. That’s not right,” he stopped himself. “What’s going on?” He suddenly seemed so lost. I wasn’t sure why but he looked a little different as well. Older. For some reason I was thinking he was supposed to be about our age but that didn’t make sense. He’d been teaching for almost 5 years now and that was after over a decade in the military. He’d gotten a fairly strong body that, even with his long sleeves and black pants, could be seen. But the six pack he’d had in his youth was replaced by a bit of a belly that poked out just past his pecs.

“What are you talking about? It’s your rule,” Walter crossed his arms. “Anyone who gets a 100 gets a blowjob.”

“What!? Why would I do that!?” Mr. Thomson asked. His hands went to his face but for some reason he was fighting getting down on his knees. That’s what the promise was since day one. Everyone knew it. It was the reward for his hard tests. Mr. Thomson licked his lips as he watched Walter drop his shorts to the ground. 

“Open up big guy,” Walter said as he put his hand on Mr. Thomson’s shoulder. The teacher slowly lowered down to the senior’s waist. He opened his mouth wide and slowly pulled him closer. Walt’s tall lithe body leaned back and tried to look cool as Mr. Thomson started sucking him off. But it wasn’t long before he keeled forward and gripped the desk in front of him. “Fuck… Oh fuck… You’re so good. God damn…” he grunted as he tried to hold back. The longer Mr. Thomson sucked the less class we’d have to sit through. But Walt was clearly starting to lose his edge. It’s not like he didn’t have experience but feeling Mr. Thomson’s tongue flick over his dick was just too much. He was too good. Walt couldn’t hold on much longer. And then-

Splat; right across Mr. Thomson’s goatee. Walt’s cum sprayed all over his teacher’s face. “Aww… Fuck man. Sorry…” he cringed at what he’d just done to the teacher. “Didn’t mean to make such a mess.”

“It’s alright,” Mr. Thomson stood back up. His natural size gave him authority but the cum on his face made everyone feel a little awkward as he tried to ignore it. “Nothing I’m not used to.” He wiped it off with his sleeve, however there were still a few remnants left on the right side of his face. No one dared say anything. They took out their textbooks and turned to page 134. Mr. Thomson kept teaching the class like nothing happened.

I looked over at Walt, basking in the current glory. He was the only person in class without his textbook out. His lean muscular body leaned back against the chair as his hands were planted firmly behind his head. The sleeveless shirt he wore showed off his hairy armpits and chest. I couldn’t help but be a little distracted. I’d seen Paul had his tablet out but I couldn’t figure out if anything had changed. Was I going crazy?

“Mr. Harris!” Mr. Thomson called my name startling me. “Is there something wrong?”

“No sir,” I replied dutifully.

“You know if you are jealous of Mr. Callahan, instead of looking at him, maybe you should try studying as hard as him.”

“Yes sir,” I replied again. “Sorry. I’ll make sure to pay attention.”