This is my first story, please let me know in the comments or via email if you like it or have any suggestions. It has a slower burn to begin with focusing more on Jamie’s transformation but will delve into several kinks soon enough.
This story is fictional and pure fantasy, all people involved are consenting adults over 18 years of age
Straight & Stupid
I was staring out the open window next to Mr Thomas in room 2b surrounded by white noise lost in thought. He was both my science teacher and form teacher and had been since last year. Tall, slender and with an unassuming air about him, he now sat at the front of the room grading papers. His short light brown hair delicately quaffed to one side matching his immaculately trimmed facial hair, fell out of place momentarily interrupting the harsh glare of the classroom fluorescence reflecting from his glasses.
Everyone loved Mr Thomas, he was kind and caring. He would let me off when I forgot my homework or if I was running late on an assignment. He was so relaxed and laid back, it felt like nothing ever bothered him. How does he do that?
“Earth to Jamie?!” followed by a sharp prod in the side.
It was Luke Williams. My best friend since he moved in opposite my house when we were 6.
He turned 18 over the summer too and had a big house party to celebrate and invited practically the entire college. He was always popular like that and a real ladies’ man, he’d have them draped across each arm in a second if he wanted to. As an only child he always got his own way but wasn’t spilt by any means and would do anything for one of his mates – he’s even the vice-captain of the rugby team here. But it doesn’t stop there, he likes anything sporty, running, swimming, going to the gym etc so you can imagine the muscular build he has. And despite all of this he always makes the time to play video games with me, he’s pretty much my only friend.
“Everything ok? You were completely zoned out there” he said. Curiosity and concern reflected in his blue/green eyes from underneath the mass of blonde curls on his head.
“Yeah sorry, just thinking” I sounded defeated, I hope he wouldn’t notice.
“What’s he said” – damn, he did.
He always knew when something was bothering me and often had a good radar for why. But he really must have been on his game today to figure that one out. He knew me and dad have been arguing lots lately but I haven’t told him why yet.
“Dad’s been on at me for months about my future. He’s worried my grades won’t be enough to get me into a good university” I said, not looking at him.
“What? Don’t be silly you’re super smart” Luke always tried to cheer me up when I was in my head.
“I know, but there are thousands of people applying all with the same expected results and currently I don’t have anything that would make me stand out. And it’s not like I’m the county’s star athlete like he was to help.”
“That’s tough man, but you know he is only looking out for you” Luke said.
I shot him daggers. “Theres more.”
“One day last week he made me promise to speak to all my teachers today to ask about extra curriculars and any other things they can think of to help my application. I didn’t think he would actually make me go through with it!” I continued exasperatingly.
He started chuckling “alright I get it. Could be worse, besides you know we’ll be having tryouts for the team in a couple of weeks. Maybe you should talk to Coach and see if he’ll help?”
I wasn’t the worst at sports, I just didn’t take it too seriously; what’s the point when all anyone ever did was compare me to my perfect dad and brother.
“Besides” he continued “we could always use a water boy” dripping with mockery.
I gave him a shove in the side “shut-up.”
I spent the rest of the morning going to class one after the other as my mood lightened. A few teachers including Mr Thomas said they would have a think about what I could do to help my situation and before I knew it the Lunch bell was ringing.
I walked out onto the open courtyard that the college building surrounded towards the small group laughing away. Lacey was standing there on the edge of the group already looking at me expectantly for our lunchtime ritual kiss.
Her vanilla body butter scent enveloping my space and clinging to me for what I hoped would be the rest of the day. Smaller than me she comfortably fit in the crook of my arm as I wrapped it around her as if to protect her whilst simultaneously getting long blonde hairs trapped in my mouth.
“Sorry about that baby” she giggled, removing her hair and straightening it behind her. “I was wondering where you were, I missed you”
Our little group had grown last year with the addition of Lacey and a few of her closer girl friends, it was surprising how well they had integrated alongside Luke, his mates and me. We spent the rest of lunch talking about anything and everything – the latest tick tock trend, Saturday’s football match, the girls shopping trip where Lacey bought a new fitted pink top … and explained it in agonizing detail.
The yard was littered with small congregations like ours taking in the rays of the warm summers day before being banished back inside. I was lucky, I had PE next.
The changing rooms were always an enigma, freshly cleaned and yet had a perpetual stench of dirty socks and teenage boy. I made sure to quickly change into my sports kit ignoring the banter and laughter around me, I don’t have time to waste if I want to have a talk with Coach Adams, the hulk of a PE teacher.
‘Ok Jamie, just go and do it already’ I said to myself and walked towards the towering barrier of muscles and shorts in front of me.
Like so many people in my life, Coach Adams used to be captain of the school’s rugby team – the Bulldogs – and had won many titles for the team. He was well known and respected as being a hard man who gets the job done with a no-nonsense attitude.
Nowadays he teaches PE and coaches the very same rugby team he was so prized for. And although his tight physique had left him years ago in favor of a rounded beer belly, you could still see the strength and muscles sitting underneath.
Veins rippled from the cuff of his white t-shirt down the hairy arm grasping his clipboard as he shouted out names. His shorts strangling his bulging thigh muscles threatening to fall apart at the seams yet never quite managing to. His thighs were one of the things he managed to retain from his athlete years along with his rugged good looks, just this time his face was framed by his short black hair and manly stubble.
“C-Coach?” I mumbled
“If you need a piss lad go now, class is about to start” he said in a deep gravelly voice that resonated in the room.
“Um, no sir. I was wondering if you might be able to, uh, help me with some extra curriculars for my Uni application. My dad was asking”
“Steve? How is he doing?” he didn’t wait for an answer. “I used to be his captain I did, well I’m sure I can sort something for his little boy. See me after class”
That was a sigh of relief, I don’t know what dad would’ve done if Coach had said no. I walked over to tell Luke the good news.
PE class seemed harder than usual, although it could have been the long summer holidays doing nothing. Coach had us running laps around the track field and blew his whistle at anyone not giving 110%. I’m a petty good runner, fast too, but right now I was drenched.
I could feel the sweat sliding down between my ass cheeks making them slippery, like how I could feel the gigantic damp patch growing out from under my arms every minute. My hair was no longer perfectly messy but was plastered across my forehead and seeing the girls’ team practicing tennis as we passed them was agony. Whoever thought girls playing tennis, jumping around was a smart choice? Between that and the gentle rubbing of my shorts, it took every ounce of control to not get hard.
Finally Coach blew the final whistle for us to retreat.
I followed Coach Adams straight back into his tiny office overlooking the changing room. His big solid oak desk dominated the room, piled high with papers and notebooks. Against the wall was a trophy cabinet mostly with his personal awards and some old trophies from back in the day, many of the newest ones were up in the main reception for all to see. In the corner was a discarded bag of dirty towels used to dry off after a particularly strenuous workout and the only other furniture were the two chairs.
I took a seat in one, but Coach ignored his, preferring to lean against the desk towering over me belly forward.
“I thought hard about this” he began. “Your dad was a good mate back in the day so I’ll do him a solid and help you. Williams said about the rugby team. You’ll have to put in the work Matthews”
“Yes sir, I will”
“You’ll need personal training to bulk up or those kids will snap you like a twig. But the biggest problem is your attitude. You’re a good runner but you’re lazy and unmotivated. Half of winning is believing you can do it boy”
He walked behind his desk to some drawers I hadn’t noticed before and pulled out a small black box handing it to me. Inside were two black wireless headphones.
“I uh, I don’t understand” confusion plain to see on my face just like the sweat still there.
“It’s an old technique I used to use. Affirmations I think you kids call them now. Visualizing the win, keeping your eye on the ball, that kind of stuff. Just click the button on the side and put them in at night when you sleep. It ain’t rocket science boy!”
His chest heaved up and down as he laughed at his own joke. “Do as I say and I promise you’ll get everything you need. Now get to class, you’re late”
Shit! No time for a shower after all. I ran into the changing room, stripping as I went and barely had time to get my clothes back on before the next class of students came in for their lesson. One class left, French, with the beautiful and buxom Miss Holloway.
My body was a mess, stress from my task today, adrenaline from racing to get here on time, and now a gorgeous woman that everyone fancied in front of me with my hormones going haywire. It’s not uncommon to get random erections even at my age, but the fact that I am sitting here surrounded by the aroma of my own sweat and funk whilst hard was playing with my mind.
Eventually I managed to calm down and finish my class with minimal interruptions, thank God she didn’t make me stand up to the class for anything, that would have been so embarrassing.
As me, Luke and Lacey were walking our normal route home, the last three people I wanted to see after the day I had emerged from an alleyway up ahead. Ben Holt, Alex Davies and Kyle Knight (aka The Big K) the ringleader of the local bullies, and who also happened to be the college’s golden child and Captain of the Bulldogs.
“Oi Oi, look what we have fellas”
“Had a nice private chat with coach did we J?”
“Did he give you a mouthful? Haha” their taunts continued long after we had turned around and walked through town instead.
Town is a bit of a stretch if I’m honest. It’s more a bunch of villages that just grew together over time. There's only one school, one college, a pool, a church and a town center, but it’s scattered all around with fields, woodland and big open spaces, so despite being close to London it doesn’t feel that built up.
I collapsed exhausted on the computer chair in my room as soon as I got home, still smelling the funk I hadn’t washed off earlier. I’ll shower in the morning I thought to myself and instead turned on my computer, and got comfortable lifting a leg onto my brothers bed and settled in for an epic gaming marathon before dinner.
Dad was happy with what my teachers had said and agreed it was about time I followed in his and my brothers’ footsteps with rugby. *sigh* but at least it kept him off my back – for now. That night I followed Coach’s orders and played the loop on the headphones as I settled down for the night.
I am strong and capable … I am a champion … I and focused and determined … I trust my abilities and training …
They just kept coming over and over again in a slow and soothing tone, until I didn’t notice them anymore and drifted off to sleep.
Unbeknownst to me, at some point around midnight they changed slightly.
… I can’t stop thinking about cock … I need something filling my hole … I am a fag … I need to listen to Coach …
