Temporary Coach Part 02

I was a little surprised just how easy the rest of my day was. None of the students were acting up at all. They sat silently and stared at the board and even asked a few questions. I was impressed. Normally I’d have to fight to get them to even answer a question, now they were actively participating. I complemented them and they took it surprisingly well. However I couldn’t help but feel like there was almost a robotic element to it. I brushed it off and headed to lunch. 

Cafeteria duty was always a little annoying, but again, no one seemed to be acting up. All the students politely waited in line, got their food, and sat down and talked to each other at an almost quiet level. “How’s it going Mr. Harris?” Paul approached me and sat down at the table next to me. 

I nearly jumped at the sudden interaction. “It’s going pretty good,” I said. “Seems like everyone’s really trying to be on their best behavior today.”

“Yeah, it’s so much better this way. Isn’t it,” he smiled up at me. 

“I guess,” I smiled back. “Don’t know if I can complain. Makes my job a whole lot easier.” 

“I bet,” Paul started eating his bagged lunch, filet minion and potatoes seemed a bit much for a school lunch but the smell was so good I couldn’t help but stare. “Want some?”

“I couldn’t…” I said staring at my own microwavable ‘healthy choice’ meal. “It sure looks good though.” Compared to the paper taste microwaved into each bite, anything would have been better.

“It is,” he bragged. “What did you want to do before you were a teacher?”

Paul changed the subject so quickly I was a bit surprised. “Uhh… I don’t know… I kind of always wanted to be a teacher. Didn’t really have much else going for me…” The last bit sounded a bit more depressing than I meant it to.

“Oh? But what would you want to do if you could be anything?”

I paused at the question. “I… I don’t know…” I muttered. “Never really thought about it. Kind of just didn’t know what I wanted and chose what I thought would be the most ‘upstanding’ job I could think of. And I was never smart enough or athletic enough to do anything else. No one would ever say it’s bad to be a teacher.”

“I guess,” Paul continued cutting up his meal. “But what if you could have done something different? Who were you jealous of? Who would you have wanted to switch places with?”

It was a rapid fire of questions that seemed overly personal. But I still wanted to answer them. “Honestly… I’d want to be someone like Grant. Have the whole school praise me for being able to throw a ball and score the points. He’s got everything; looks, charm, athletic skill, a career goal even if he doesn’t go pro it’s not like he’s a complete dumbass. Even though he can be a complete ass, he could probably pick up a skill or just do day labor. I had a guy like that in my high school. Just by entering a room he could get at least three of the girls to be interested in him. His broad shoulders and winning smile put most people at ease. Guess I’m a bit jealous of that… Sorry... I said a bit more than I should have.”

“Don’t worry about it Mr. Harris,” Paul looked up at me. “People can’t lie around me.”

I let out a laugh and my hand rubbed the back of my neck. “I guess. But I still shouldn’t be talking about students like that.”

“It’s ok. Remember I’m good at keeping secrets,” he finished his food and the bell rang. “Thanks for the talk Mr. Harris.” 

I waved him bye and headed to my next class. During the rest of the day I didn’t feel like I could focus all that much. I kept thinking back to the conversation I’d had with Paul and couldn’t believe everything that I’d admitted. Most of what I said I hadn’t even admitted to myself. But now I couldn’t help but feel like I’d made the wrong choice. What if I could have done something different? Worked a little harder at something I felt was worth doing. Tried being more outgoing. The bell rang again and the class was over. I shook the thoughts out of my head. There wasn’t any reason to think about that. Right now my choice had been made and I needed to stick to it.

The end of school meant that I needed to go lock up the gym. Since Coach Arbors was out sick I was responsible for closing up at the end of the day. I was still considered one of the newest teachers so it was to be expected but couldn’t help but feel a little bitter about it. I always started with the weight room. 

“Hey there Mr. Harris,” Scott called out to me from the other side of the room. His shirt was off and he was sweating. He was standing behind one ab machines and I could only see his glistening upper torso.

“Hey Scott,” I said. “You know that since Coach Arbors is out sick no one’s supposed to be in here. Come on. I need to lock everything up.”

“Okay… But could you wait like just a few minutes? I’m almost…” he winced, “I’m almost done with my… With my workout.” There was a fake smile plastered on his face but I just ignored it. Him and Damien were so sarcastic that it was almost pointless to call either one of them out for lying.

“Fine… Fine…” I brushed him off. As I was leaving, I thought I heard him talking to someone but didn’t want to look into it. I still had to worry about locking up the rest of the gym.

I opened the door to the locker room. The lights were still on. “Damn it, John. You’re supposed to turn these off.” Then I heard a noise. “Hello?” Feet scurried. A locker door slammed. “Hello! The gym’s closed. Whoever’s in here better come out!” I called out but no one seemed to respond. I entered further into the locker room. Someone was definitely in there. 

I walked down the aisles and then saw the perps feet. “Shit,” I sprinted back to the door and locked it. He doubled back. “It’s just a matter of time! Better come out before I get really angry!” 

“Don’t be mad Mr. Harris.” His voice echoed off the walls. I could hear him starting to grunt. It was getting louder. More primal. "Please don't be mad..." somehow he composed himself between the grunts.

“Grant?” I called out. I started walking down the lockers. He’d stopped running. But I could still hear his noises. He let out a loud sniff. Then I saw him; sweaty jock in hand while masturbating. His tongue licked the stains and he suckled on the dirty fabric. “GRANT!” I shouted. His dick sprayed the ground in front of him. The athlete’s body shook against the locker as the immense amount of pleasure took over any form of reason he could have possibly had.

“I’m sorry… I wasn’t supposed to be caught,” he pleaded.

“You’re not supposed to be doing this that all! Especially in public!” I scolded. He flinched at my voice. “What are you even doing!? You’re supposed to be at practice!” Then I realized he still had his own pooled around his feet. “Who’s jock is that?” He looked anywhere but my face. “Who’s jock is that?”

“Bradly…” he whimpered. “I couldn’t help it! It just kept calling out to me. All day it’s all I could think about. His sweaty jock. It gripping his large dick. His body working out so hard. Sweat dripping. Dripping into… Into…” He’d worked himself into another stupor and his dick shot another load to the ground. Having the jock so close to his face seemed to be the trigger.

“Grant!” I brought him back to reality.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! No one can know this happened! Please don’t tell anyone! I won’t get caught doing this again! I swear!” he pleaded.

“You won’t be doing this again!” I roared. He fell back into the locker.

“Right! I won’t do it again. I won’t do it again,” he repeated. 

I ran my fingers against my temples. “Jesus Christ dude. You can’t be doing this… I’ll keep my mouth shut but you have to promise that you’ll be on your best behavior. Ok?”

“Yes! Of course,” he said. “Thank you. Thank you!” 

“Get some clothes on. And give me that,” I grabbed the jock before he started sniffing it again. 

“Yes sir,” he said oddly respectfully. It was annoying but I waited until he finished getting dressed and left the locker room. “I’m not gay…” he muttered under his breath as I locked the door. “I don’t like men…”

I just rolled my eyes. “It’s alright. I’m not going to tell anyone. I just need you to not go through other people’s gym clothes without their permission. Ok?”

“Ok,” he was still despondent but I still hoped I’d gotten through to him. He still had a lot going for him. But I felt like the stress of always performing, always being at the top of his game, and apparently always having to hide a secret was starting to get to him. Just now he seemed to look so much older than the 18 year old I’d grown to dislike. Back had formed under his eyes and his lithe body seemed to have added some bulk. Maybe I haven't been paying close enough attention to him. I just let the incident slide.

Heading back to the weight room, Scott and Damien exited together. “Thanks for letting me finish,” he gave me a high five and just kept walking. 

“You’re welcome?” they didn’t hear me but just kept walking to the front of the building. “Whatever… I don’t get paid enough for this,” I locked the door and headed to my own car. I’d seen enough today and didn’t want to find anything else out that I didn’t need to know. 

Everything else that happened seemed to be fine. Erin made a perfect meal and we ate together, talking about our day. I left out the juicier bits. We watched TV then headed to bed. However I still couldn’t shake the conversation I’d had with Paul today. “Hey Erin?”

“What?” she groaned.

“What if I’d done something else with my life instead of being a teacher?” 

“Then you’d be something other than a teacher.”

“Yeah but… Like what if I had tried out for football or baseball? What if I had worked out more? Or I don’t know…”

She turned over and faced me. “Then you’d be whatever those things are. Your life is still yours. Stop overthinking it. Go to bed.” She flipped over facing the wall. For some reason I was starting to feel a little frisky. I pulled closer to her and she could feel my hard dick run against the back of her body. “Go to bed…” she groaned. “We’ve got work tomorrow.” I turned back over still wondering what my life would be like if I'd done something different.