Jake Landry
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Trading Places
🕑 Added 2020-10-23 19:12:00 +0000 UTC“C’mon coach… It was just a joke…”
“Just a joke…” Coach Mathews dragged Henry out of his office and back up through the main gym. They walked to the extra room that had all the wrestling mats that were out for them to practice on. “You think just cause I’m a bit older than you, that I don’t have any skills? Right?”
Henry hadn’t expected the older man to take it so personally. “Coach…” he tried to say. But his calm, almost condescending tone shifted when his coach stripped off his shirt and dropped his pants and underwear to the floor. “Coach!” Though his mouth hung open at the rod dangling between the older man’s legs. It was far more impressive than he would have ever thought it to be. And it wasn’t even hard.
“Don’t be like that. You’ve seen a dick before,” Coach Mathews grumbled. He walked over to the storage closet and rummaged around inside it. A few minutes later he came out with a red and gold singlet with the bulldogs logo on it. The mascot was the same but the coloring looked more like it was from the 60’s. Coach pulled it up over his legs and the stretchy fabric molded to his body.
Even if the coach was a bit softer than he was in his youth, that didn’t make him look any less intimidating. There was clear muscle underneath that little bit of extra weight and he knew how to use it. His massive hands could make a vice grip and move even the largest of guys on the football team. However Henry was still distracted by the massive bulge in between the older man’s legs.
“We gonna do this or you gonna keep looking at my dick?” Coach Mathews said. His gravelly tone brought Henry back to life.
“Yeah. Let’s do this,” Henry said.
“Good. Then let’s make it a bit more interesting.”
“Interesting? Like betting?” Henry didn’t expect the coach to want something like that.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
“But what are we going to bet?”
The coach smiled. It looked far more threatening than it should have. “I’ll tell you after you win.”
“Sounds great.” Henry was getting into it. Maybe he’d be able to get out of practicing. Or not have to run as much. Hell, maybe he’d make Coach buy the whole team pizza after they were done. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”
Coach Mathews just laughed. It wasn’t meant to be a joke, but the older man sure did see it that way. “Ready?” he asked. His body positioned itself on the inner part of the circle. His arms were open wide to be able to catch or react to whatever was going to be thrown at him.
Henry did the same. He’d done it a thousand times before. Being one of the better wrestlers on the team, he had to be able to predict which direction his opponent was going to go. He’d gotten pretty good at seeing their feints. And with his strong body, he could easily throw them on their backs.
But this wasn’t any opponent. Before he realized it Coach was against his body. The shock at the older man’s speed made him flinch. And in that single instant, it was too late. Coach Mathews had swept his legs out from under him and sent him down to the floor. His back laid there flat with the wind knocked out of him. He could hear the coach counting but didn’t realize he’d lost till he felt the weight lifted off of him.
“Didn’t think you had such a shit reaction time.”
Part of Henry was still stunned. He saw the hand of his Coach and grabbed it, helping him back up. “What was that?”
“It’s called skill,” the coach bragged. “Now I’ll be taking five years.”
“Five… Years?” Henry looked a bit confused but he could see some kind of yellowish mist forming around his body and then leaving him. He couldn’t help but notice the way his coach’s body looked. Something about it was different. Some of the color had returned to the hair on top of his head. And somehow it looked thicker. Not to mention that a few of the wrinkles around his masculine face had smoothed over. Or how his bit of a belly pulled back a little. At the very least it wasn’t sticking out as much in the tight uniform.
“Yep. Five years of your life. You were what? 21? 22? Well go on and add 5 to that,” Coach Mathews said.
“Wait… What?” Henry stood there confused. But the more he thought about it, the more he felt like something was a bit different about his body. He couldn’t quite place it.
“Again?”
“What?! What’s going on?!” Henry didn’t like how Coach Mathews didn’t answer his question. Mostly because the coach was already readying himself for another bout.
“Double or nothing. Alright?”
“You can’t be serious…”
“I am. Unless you wanna be my assistant coach, you better win.”
Henry realized just what he meant. Memories of him graduating college started to fill his mind. He wasn’t 21 anymore, but 26. It was like those years just flew past him. “You bastard. Give them back.”
“You’re the one who said I didn’t know anything about wrestling. How about you take ‘em.”
A mean glare flashed on Henry’s face. He readied himself. There was no way he was going to let this old man take him down again. He braced himself for the impact, pushing back the moment Coach Mathews touched him. But the coach’s weight shifted unexpectedly and he was pushing in the wrong direction. His balance went off kilter and Coach Mathews took advantage of it, tossing him to the ground again.
Henry’s mind had gone blank. It wasn’t until he heard the word ‘three’ that he came out of his stunned stupor. Or maybe it was because he realized that he lost. Again. But did that mean… “No… No way…” he said to himself as weight was rapidly adding to his frame. The lean muscular build he always prided himself on was rapidly changing.
Fat was covering up his abs and arms. He could still seem some of the muscle but there was a lot covering them. He tried to flex, but that only made it worse. His belly bloated forward while his blew up in the opposite direction. He filled out his spandex uniform in all the wrong ways, making the stretchy material really test it’s strength.
“No way. This can’t be happening!”
“It is,” Coach Mathews smiled. He looked so much better. His face was younger and full of life and his muscles looked thick and defined. Two thick pecs pushed at the old uniform. But underneath was a clear set of abs. He looked more like someone who could have been on the cover of a magazine. His hair had returned all its color and volume and that smile, as arrogant as it was, exuded confidence. “But I’ll tell you what. I’ll return it all if you can beat me just once. Okay?”
“Fuck you,” Henry growled. His voice was low and full of hate.
“You’d like that. Wouldn’t you,” Coach Mathews smiled. He lifted up his arm showing off the hard defined muscle. “But it’s not my fault you stopped working out. Makes sense though. You were always lazy during practice. I wouldn’t have ever chosen you if you weren’t so arrogant about it.”
“FUCK YOU!”
Henry grabbed the other man by the straps of his singlet. Yet, Coach Mathews wasn’t nervous in the slightest. He only seemed to laugh. “Didn’t realize you were so intimidated by some old man…” the coach used one of Henry’s favorite insults against him. But now Henry was technically a year older than him. “One more time. You just have to beat me and you get everything back and nothing changes. I win, I get 5 more years and all your wrestling skills. Okay?”
“Give me more.”
“More!?” Coach Mathews laughed at the suggestion. “You really feel that confident?”
“I want some of your wrestling skills.”
“Wow! Not what I expected. But sure! But I’ll be taking a little bit more than my original offer too then…”
“Fine.” Henry readied himself for another bout. He wasn’t focused on any of the consequences only that he had to win. It went through his head over and over again. He watched the coach get ready on the opposite side.
Coach Mathews counted down and then rushed him again. Henry’s body didn’t respond. His eyes kept up with the speed, but he was too slow. The extra weight was too much. Making it impossible for him to move the way he wanted to. And then with his weaker muscles, he didn’t stand a chance as Coach Mathews pushed through his weight and threw him to the ground. The wind was knocked out of him and he could hear the count.
Instantly the weight started adding onto his frame again. He could feel the years of not working out and eating whatever he wanted packing on more and more. His diet wouldn’t have changed but without the exercise, he would rapidly put on the pounds. The added weight seemed to be exponential. Once that dam was broken, it just kept growing more and more. The small pooch of a belly turned into a full on gut. His as seemed to double in size.
The tight lycra wasn’t able to contain all the extra fat. It ripped and tore in several different areas. “Let me help you with that,” Coach Mathews’ strong hands tore the over stretched fabric from his body. “Ohhh… Look at the big ole bear. Gaining weight for the winter?”
Henry felt a weird sensation run through him. His heart rate picked up and face turned red. It contrasted the dark brown hair that covered his chin and under his nose. But it wasn’t until Coach Mathews’ hands ran through the thick coating on his belly that Henry knew what it was. He was horny. Feeling those rough hands run over his sensitive tummy caused a loud moan to escape him. His hips thrust off the mat and his dick throbbed with excitement. He tried to cover it up but the other man stopped him.
“What’s going on?” Henry whimpered. His weakened state and arousal were making it hard for him to sound tough. And with the other man nearly laying on top of him, he couldn’t think about anything else.
“It’s what you wagered…” Coach Mathews whispered. It was right up next to Henry’s ear and he could feel the soft breeze from the coach’s mouth. “I took your heterosexuality. Not the first time I’ve done it. Still don’t know what I’m going to do with all of it that I’ve saved up. But… Eh. I’m sure I’ll find a use for it some day.”
“But--”
Henry was cut off as he felt his dick grabbed. The four inches never felt so small. It was hidden under his belly and he couldn’t see it through all the fat. But feeling the other man grip it so confident and stroke it made it impossible for him to think about anything else. His body was acting on its own. Each stroke sent his body into a different pose.
He braced himself, but it was too much. Cum splattered all over his hairy belly. Henry couldn’t stop himself. “Oh God…” he cried out as his hips bucked. It took him a few minutes to come back down from his high. The sensation was more than he could have imagined. “But… But what do I do now?”
“You coach,” Coach Mathews said. “And don’t worry too much about the team. I’ll be captain by next week. Just gotta find a couple of people to make bets against and you’ll have your star.”
“But--”
“Don’t feel too bad. I have almost 100 years of experience. Should be over that by now. And I’ll make sure we get you that bonus the school promises when we win. Though, you’ll have to give me a couple of incentives,” Coach Mathew’s hand slapped Henry on the ass and Henry could feel his cock grow erect again. “I can see we’re going to have a fun time…”
Comments
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Henry Cavanaugh
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