Dayton's Coach Jockson

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Dayton?s uncle insisted on driving him to school his first day, providing the good-looking mid-40?s adoptive father time to encourage the teen on his first day at the new school.

?You?re going to love it? ? Marc said to Dayton as they pulled into the road behind the school. ?I don?t want you to feel obligated to acknowledge me if we see each other in the halls. I won?t be offended if you want to get used to it here first, before the kids know you're my nephew.?

West Secondary High?s basketball coach and Economics teacher pulled into the teacher?s only lot and parked in his allotted space. The big man got out the car and walked around to the trunk and opened it. The older man still had youthful looks and a full head of thick dark hair, greying at the sides. His chiseled features and tall, solid fully muscular body gave his clothing that snug appearance and their tight-fit was just enough to show off his bubble butt, pecs and biceps. While unknown to the big handsome jock, he had a reputation at West High, for being the most desirable man at the school. Female teachers and students loved to flirt with him and he always managed to gain plenty of attention from the other male teachers.

Dayton got out of the passenger?s seat, lurching his knapsack up over his shoulder and turned back towards his uncle at the back of the car.

?Thanks uncle Marc!? The 15 year old sophomore shouted, ?see you here after school??

The big coach peered over the raised hood of the trunk. ?You bet buddy!? he replied, nodding upwards at his adopted nephew, while taking off his sweat jacket and tossing it in the trunk, leaving him wearing only his tight white t-shirt.

?Have fun today!? Marc responded cheerfully.

Dayton saw his uncle?s head disappear behind the open trunk as he turned and made his way out of the teacher?s parking lot. He joined a stream of students and blended into the crowd as they entered the school.

Marc yanked down his sweat-pants, preparing for first period ? senior boy?s P.E. class ? his favorite. The action exposed huge thickly developed muscular hairy legs that bulged out of his tight shorts. His calves were an incredible sight, perfectly shaped with high protruding ridges that split up the center, defining each of his calves and their muscle groups. As if to showcase his incredible legs, the coach wore low cut black ankle socks and expensive, youthfully sporty red sneakers. The outfit looked amazing on the man and he knew it. Coach Jockson liked to keep up appearances and enjoyed being admired by his students, as well as the other teachers.

He threw his sweatpants in the trunk, heaved out his duffel-bag, making his chest expand and triceps bulge and stretch his white t-shir's arm sleeve while he grabbed his keys and flung the hood of the trunk down as it shut with a thud. When he turned around to head towards the gym at the side of the school, he suddenly found himself facing a trio of admiring women, not 30 feet away.

The English teacher, Mrs. Tweller, her teaching assistant Penny Threywait and the usually scowl-faced Ms. Engelreach, the math teacher - who he was seeing in a whole new light, as she beamed a big smile.

The morning found each of the women with bright friendly faces, all admiring his physique while he approached, unable to avoid them. Obviously standing there for some time, Marc couldn?t help but feel embarrassed at the thought of his female colleagues standing there in silence, watching him undress down to his shorts and t-shirt at the back of his car.

?I see you?re all ready for Physical Education, Mr. Jockson? stated a gleaming Penny Threywait.

Marc reached them at the end of the row of cars, ?Morning ladies? he said, nodding as he continued walking - the women hurried alongside to keep up with him.

?Well, I certainly must say you really look like you are in top physical condition, Mr. Jockson,? blurted out Ms. Engelreach, "I just have to say...? Her bobble-head strained to look up at him as she scurried, heels clicking.

Marc shut his eyes and his jaw clenched . He could feel the women bumping their arms against him. Mrs. Tweller?s breasts kept finding their way up-against his butt, each of the ladies uncomfortably close around him.

?Senior boys Physical Education is your first period?? Penny asked as if she didn?t know.

Marc breathed in heavily through his nostrils? ?Yes, Ms. Threywait. First period.? His voice seemed extra deep and masculine compared to the swooning ladies.

As they reached the teacher?s entrance the ladies slowed and Marc emerged from their apparent pod, continuing on. The women all came to a stand-still, each of them breathing a little heavy from pace to keep up with the man. As they stood they watched the muscular coach as he walked away. The slightly overweight Tweller fanned herself as the ladies admired Mr. Jockson?s muscular hairy legs flexing as he walked, his bubble butt almost hypnotic as each side of it raised and lowered at each step. The man?s big round shoulders and arms? the ladies sighed heavily.

?Good class, Mr. Jockson!? Shouted Mrs. Tweller?s assistant, Penny as she rose up onto her tip-toes waving frantically, as if he was waving back. ?See you at lunch!??
The long pause made Marc feel like a jerk if he didn?t answer?

?We?ll see!? Marc shouted, head remaining forward as he walked towards the gymnasium.

?Have a good day!? Ms. Engelreach chimed, to Marc?s surprise.

Marc lifted some fingers from the handle of the duffel-bag he carried, gesturing a wave back to her.

The women sighed again and turned to enter the school, smiling ever so innocently at each other happily. Their morning had been made.

- - -

Dayton?s eyes bounced back and forth along the hallway, scanning the classroom numbers over the heads of the sea of students. First day back at school made him think of his old school and friends ? the memories quickly led his thoughts to his parents, who he missed most of all.

The teen?s parents were taken from him suddenly last year in a car accident. His dad?s brother Marc arrived soon-after, Dayton?s only remaining living kin, and told him he would look after him. It all happened so fast for the young teen. One moment he didn?t even know Marc, only having received birthday cards from him until he was 6 or 7 and after that, he?d only ever spoken with him on the phone briefly when he would call to chat with his brother. Dayton?s first impression of his uncle was that of surprise. His dad was only average height, probably 5?9? and build, likely weighing 170lbs. or so ? but his brother was tall, at least 6?4? and so muscular, he?d not been that close to a big muscular man before. His uncle?s presence made him feel nervous but he?ll always remember how Marc did everything he could try and make him feel comfortable around him. It wasn?t long before Dayton took a shine to the man. At first, Marc?s perfect teeth seemed to always show themselves whenever their eyes met, the handsome man?s brilliant white smile would lighten-up any room and that helped Dayton immensely. While Dayton mourned, Marc looked after things, cancelling bills and boxing up clothing to give away. While packing up their house, every so often Marc would come across an object or belong of Dayton?s parents that made him pause and reach out to his nephew, giving Dayton the things he thought the boy should keep.

By mid July a couple of months had passed and Marc had the house Dayton grew up in packed-up and sold to a nice young family with two little girls. He couldn?t help but feel a little jealous of the sisters, as the thought of them growing up with their parents in his house suddenly made him realize how different life would be now. The envy he felt was brief as the emotion quickly turned to curiosity as to what Marc?s house was like, where he lived and what his new bedroom would be like. Every warm and welcoming smile from his uncle?s face reassured him everything would be OK and that made him glad he had his uncle.

Finding his homeroom, Dayton?s shoulders were shoved and hit back and forth, as students ducked and dashed around him, some entering the classroom before the bell sounded. The bell rang as he stood at the doorway of a now empty hallway. He was going to be the new kid. Dayton took a deep breath and walked into the classroom.

- - -

?Hey coach!? shouted Jason Strott, West High?s basketball team center and star player, as he bounced a ball while dodging his best friend Trevor - the team?s point guard ? near the hoop.

Marc nodded at the boys as he entered the gym that morning. Other boys were beginning to trickle in from the locker-rooms, ready for P.E. class.

?Read for the big game?? the coach shouted back accusingly.

The question and tone caught Jason on his jump-shot, breaking his concentration and making him lose the ball to his buddy, who grabbed it mid-jump, landed and turned sharply, sneakers screeching as he dashed in the opposite direction dribbling the ball towards the other end of the court.

Jason sighed heavily, turned and wiped his forehead. His face showed his embarrassment as he looked back over at the coach who had stopped at the entrance to the hall leading to his office, locker-room and showers. The big man?s face stared back at Jason with a sullen look.

?Uh? nice moves? Trevor!? Marc shouted as his eyes drilled at Jason. Trevor slowed to a stop and turned around laughing; his shoulders jostling up and down ? the shorter but lean and tight teen all proud of himself.

?Want me to try out for center, coach?? Trevor asked, digging at his friend.

?Not tall enough, Trev? replied the big coach, looking Trevor up and down. ?but nice to see one of you is ready for the game.?

Jason shook his head and leaned over to prop his long arms on his knees, ?You distracted me coach,? he protested.

?You want a scholarship Strott?? coach Jockson shot back, ?You can?t GET distracted.?

At that, the big man turned on his heel and headed down the hall.

The teen basketball star shook his head? ?Shit!?

The boys instinctively watched him walk away, each one of them focused on the sight of the man?s big ripped muscular hairy calves that flexed and bulged with perfect symmetry and shape as he walked. The big duffel-bag he carried with one hand made his shoulders and arms bulge with muscle, while the long hanging netted bag of P.E. equipment from the physical-education locker he carried off his other shoulder bounced against the big man?s big muscular bubble butt as he disappeared into his office at the end.

The sight had been enough for both boys to forget what they were doing and by the time the coach was out of sight, the boys returned to their one-on-one game before gym class. Within seconds they couldn?t help but notice each other's arousal from staring at the coach's big muscular body, legs and calves. As they ran, shuffled and jumped around the end of the court, their baggy and shiny basketball shorts did nothing to hide their swinging and bouncing semi-hard erections underneath. Jason took special notice of how big and thick his best friend Trevor?s looked. After being shown up by him on the court in front of their coach, Jason suddenly felt slight inferiority. His best friend might be shorter but he might also be a better player and have a bigger dick. Jason's cock heard his fears and responded by getting harder and before he knew it, he was hit with a full erection sticking out from his crotch and he grabbed it, confused and embarrassed while he made a B-line to the locker-room to hide in a bathroom stall until it deflated.

End of Part 1