Dayton's Coach Jockson - Part II: Dayton's First Day

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Dayton had survived first period at his new high school unscathed, although ignored, completely – however that was more than alright with the 15 year old teenager.

The room had emptied within seconds of the bell and Dayton took his time gathering his notebook and knapsack.

After watching his newest student’s painfully noticeable timidness, Mr. Samuels – the 11th grade Chemistry teacher, offered kind words as he organized his desk for the next period class.

“You’re from Ohio?” asked Mr. Samuels.

Dayton lifted his packed knapsack up off the floor and got up out of his desk. “Yeah,” he replied as he shuffled towards the door, uninterested in conversation.

“I’m from Ohio too.” Said Mr. Samuels.

Dayton paused at the door and turned around, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, you want to know something funny?” asked the teacher.

Dayton nodded and balanced himself by the door-frame as he itched at his lower leg with his other foot.

“I grew up in a town with your name… Dayton.” Mr. Samuels replied, smiling.

Dayton smiled back and then frowned at the same time, “Really? … I’m from Kettering! That’s weird.”

“Yah, weird we both ended up here. But I’m glad to have you in my class, Dayton.” Said the teacher, still offering his kind smile.

“Thanks, Mr. Samuels.” Said Dayton and at that the boy turned and walked out into the busy hallway, hoping to find his next class.

Mr. Samuels had noticed a resemblance as he watched his new student leave the room and then opened his drawer to pull out his student roster. He scanned the list to find Dayton’s name and slid his finger along the line to his last name… “Jockson. There it is. He’s Coach Jockson’s … ahhh, nephew.” The Chemistry teacher’s smile widened and his heart beat quickly in his chest.

James Samuels first saw Coach Jockson 2 years ago, on his first day at West Secondary. He had walked into the teacher’s lounge and was met with the beautiful visual of a wide, V-shape torso in a tight t-shirt that tapered down to a narrow waist that was tightly wrapped in fitted short shorts, facing the coffee machine. The legs that exploded out were vascular and hairy with bulges everywhere. James felt his heart skip a beat and introduced himself immediately. When the beautiful man had turned to meet him he realized the face was just as gorgeous as the body and at that moment he knew he would love working at West Secondary.

It could only be fate, thought Mr. Samuels. His dream of a man – a big muscular hunk of a man – had a nephew that he was now to teach and instruct. It was perhaps meant to be – the boy was, after all, also from his own hometown! Well… next door anyways!

“Hah!” Mr. Samuels let out an ironic laugh, just as students began to stream in to the classroom for second period.

“What’s funny teach?” asked one of the basketball team players as he wrapped his tall muscular body around and into his front-row desk, his long legs slid out seemingly forever and then crossed at the ankles, revealing long muscular hairy legs in basketball shorts that stopped, unfortunately just at the knees, hiding his likely muscular thick thighs. The teenage jock’s calves at least, weren’t hidden away by clothing and revealed themselves to be as muscular as they were hairy, and well framed in his high-top sneakers.

The sight was welcomed by the teacher who gazed at the eye candy, following the long youthfully muscled legs up until he reached the good looking teenage jock’s inquiring face.

“Oh nothing… I just realized something,” replied Mr. Samuels.

Mr. Samuels had been struck by the fact that Dayton was, quite literally, the boy next door.

- - -

The end of P.E. class was welcomed by Jason Strott, after his coach and P.E. teacher, Mr. Jockson had worked him harder than usual. No doubt due to his failure to impress the big man at his attempt to show-off first thing that morning. He hadn’t expected to be shown-up by his best friend, Trevor – and certainly never expected to find himself springing an embarrassing hard-on right in front of him.

After having spent the first few minutes of class in a bathroom stall until his erection deflated, the star basketball player re-appeared only to join the rest of the boys jogging around the circumference of the gymnasium.

“Strott!” Shouted Coach Jockson, “Extra 5 laps for you for being late!”

The class had continued that way for the teenage jock. At each exercise, Jason was startled at the sound of coach Jockson’s loud whistle. Never to catch up, the teenager was commanded at every turn, to perform extra laps, pushups, situps and climbs at the peg wall – for the same reason – being late in joining the rest of the boys’ current activity.

Left sweating profusely and hunched over his knees, Jason breathed heavily and looked up at an empty gymnasium. He hadn’t even heard the bell ring by the time he looked up to see his coach shaking his head walking towards the hallway towards his office. Again Jason couldn’t stop his eyes from dropping immediately to the man’s huge muscular hairy legs. The calves in those red sneakers were amazing and huge. Jason had always been mesmerized by them but after the coach’s treatment of him during class, Jason only found himself turned-on by the muscle jock-man.

As coach Jockson turned and disappeared down the gym hallway that lead to his office and locker-room, Jason’s eyes watched every flexed movement of the big disapproving man’s hairy muscular calves. As they vanished around the corner, Jason found himself rising up out of his tired hunched stance and grab at the pain in his side, forcing himself to maneuver enough to see just a moment more of his coach as he walked down the hall. The sight of those muscular legs were freakin’ unreal.

Suddenly the basketball jock saw other students begin to appear and realized what he was doing and found himself once again having to hide a swelling erection.

“What the fuck man…” the jock muttered to himself. “I’m not gay. What the fuck am I doing?”

Jason grabbed at his crotch and adjusted himself, then proceeded to walk confidently towards the locker-room. The senior teenage jock cleared his throat loudly as he passed the younger boys entering the gym for their next class, in an attempt to draw attention away from his embarrassment.

- - -

Penny Threywait eagerly welcomed Dayton into the classroom, to the utter confusion of the 15 year old.

Mrs. Tweller couldn’t help but notice her assistant’s obvious action while organizing the previous day’s marked tests into alphabetical order, causing her to stand up from her bent-over position at her desk.

“Penny? Can you come here please?” the teacher said authoritatively.

Penny let go of Dayton’s arm, half-way up the row of desks in her innocent escort of the coach’s nephew to his new desk. Dayton’s eyes bulged at the odd behavior and relief at being let go, then slid into his desk and hunched over in hopes at being ignored. The act was in vein however, as students looked at him as if in confirmation that he was indeed a freak.

Ms. Threywait approached the teacher’s desk wide-eyed. “Yes, Tammy?”

The teacher looked at her assistant sternly. “Mrs. Tweller, Penny…. Please. In class?”

“Oh, yes of course, I’m sorry…. Mrs. Tweller.” Replied the blushing teacher’s assistant.

“What are you doing?” asked the teacher in a hushed wisper, as students flowed in and filled the second period classroom.

“Doing?” asked Penny in an equally whispered volume, darting looks around the room secretively. “What d’you mean?”

“Why did you grab that boy?” asked Tammy Tweller, picking up the stack of marked tests as the sound of the bell rang.

“Oh, oh… no… oh that! Nothing at all.. Mrs. Tweller.” Said Penny, suddenly paranoid her actions might be taken at being something other than innocent. “Nothing at all…” the young woman frowned with her wrist up and head back, swinging it left and right adamantly - making her shoulder length red hair swing back and forth.

Noticing the honesty and shock of accusation in her assistant’s body language, the teacher dropped the subject and dumped the stack of tests toward Penny, making the young woman instantly react by clutching them with her forearms, in surprise.

“So did absolutely NO ONE study?” Mrs. Tweller said, satisfied the stack of tests were now in Penny’s arms, ready to be handed back. The slightly overweight mid-40’s woman then turned and faced the class and plucked her bifocals from her nose and dropped them, letting her eyeglass chain catch their fall at her bosom.

The class reacted in murmurs and joking at each other, some proud they likely failed, bragging they spent that night playing video games, chatting with friends or at the mall.

Penny handed out the tests to each student, stopping at Dayton’s desk as she went.

“Welcome to second period English, Dayton!” whispered Penny, amongst the murmuring classroom. “We’re all glad you’re here.” She smiled to the new student and quickly resumed handing out the tests.

“How utterly disappointing!” Mrs. Tweller continued. “It seems as though some of you tried, however devastatingly so.”

Eying one of her brighter students, the teacher noticed Jill Smith putting on makeup in class. Despite her being a cheerleader, Mrs. Tweller was still disappointed that the promise of such a smart girl could be swayed by the triteness of popularity.

“Ahhh youth!” proclaimed Mrs. Tweller loudly, prompting the entire class to look up at her, half-expecting one of the woman’s eccentric outbursts.

Mrs. Tweller looked at Jill and leaned over her desk, towards the beautiful young cheerleader. ”One simply cannot improve upon perfection, my dear.”

Jill blushed a deep shade of red and looked around her, while everyone laughed.

Dayton smirked and looked over at Penny, who stood beside the teacher. The young woman was looking right back at him, smiling sweetly.

Penny raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips at him, in reaction to her instructor’s remark. Then she shrugged her shoulders and winked at him.

Dayton smiled and laughed at Penny’s actions. The teenager quickly felt himself relax and realized things might not be as bad as he had expected.

- - -

When the third period bell rang, Dayton sauntered into his P.E. class, swimming in his baggy shorts and t-shirt. 11th grade P.E. was his least favorite class that day and had thought about skipping it altogether. The fantasy was short-lived though, since his uncle was his teacher.

Dayton joined what appeared to be a corny line-up of boys.

“What is this?” Dayton thought to himself, “the army?”

By the time the 15 year-old had found a spot in the line-up of his peers and turned around - he was met with the visual of his big muscled uncle, wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts. The sight of the big man’s hairy, hugely muscled legs in bright red sneakers and low black ankle socks made Dayton’s eyes bulge in disbelief. The boy looked side to side at the other boys, curious as to what their reaction might be. All the other boys in the line-up were gazing directly at the teacher’s legs, as if hypnotized.

Mr. Jockson approached the row of sophomore boys and stood at the end of the line-up, clipboard in-hand and whistle around his wide thick neck, resting between his impressively large, protruding upper chest.

Dayton felt his groin react at the sight of his uncle and suddenly began to worry at what was happening to him. He again looked back and forth and noticed a few other boys in the line-up were holding their hands together, in front of their crotches. Dayton quickly followed the example as his uncle began to speak.

“Listen up men!” announced the teacher with a deep masculine voice that made every boy in the line-up react into a rigid standing position, as if afraid of him.

“Inspection time.” Said the man, as he lowered his clipboard, taking a step to the side. "As I say every time I see you, If you're going to make it into my senior boys class... you'll have to improve. Let's see if you listen to me... starting ‘round from the back.”

The boys’ heads remained forward as Dayton looked around at his uncle, raising his eyebrows at the man, who apparently didn’t see him.

Mr. Jockson strolled down the back side of the row of boys commenting on each boy as he went.

“Johnson, looking good.” Announced the teacher as he made his way past the boy. “Davis, still fat. Moore, noticeable improvement.”

Dayton was perplexed at his uncles teaching methods and stood angrily facing forward.

“Harris,” said the teacher, as he stopped at the boy’s back-side. “How many times do I have to tell you Jeans are not acceptable Physical Education attire. One more time and you’ll be given detention. Understand?”

John Harris shook his head in agreement. “Sir, yes sir.”

Mr. Jockson continued, “Garcia, looking good. Rodriguez vast improvement, your calves are looking bigger, atta boy.”

Dayton looked to his right - two boys over, at the kid his uncle was referring to and saw the boy smiling proudly. He then leaned back and looked down to try and see his calves but was caught by his uncle.
“Something to share, Dayton?” asked Mr. Jockson.

Dayton was stunned and immediately stood back up and looked forward, as if caught in a horrendous act.

“No sir.” He replied, as if instinctively but instantly he was embarrassed by not only his actions but by his response.

“Thomas, no improvement – you’re not trying!” continued the teacher as he continued down the back side of the row of sophomore boys.

“Brown – you know sweatpants are acceptable but not for inspection. Drop’em!!”

Dayton looked to his right as the boy next to him bent over to pull down his sweatpants and stood there in his underwear. Quickly, he realized the kid had a full-on erection but it was quickly covered up as the boy stood up and became rigid once again for inspection.

“Some improvement, not enough though my boy. More work needed.” Announced the big man behind them.

The boy blushed and quickly pulled up his sweatpants as Dayton faced forward and clenched his fists, dreading what his uncle would say to him.

“Nice, Dayton. Good genetics, no doubt... Martinez, no change – need work.” The teacher continued down the row of boys as Dayton raised his eyebrows in surprise. He was not only spared his assured embarrasment but praised instead. False compliments, however as the teenager knew his calves were nothing more than average.

This was the strangest class the teen had ever experienced but it had only begun and he was afraid what might come next.

Coach Jockson rounded the corner at the other end of the row of boys and began strolling back along them.

“You know the drill boys. Shirts off now, come on, let’s go.” The big man said, writing notes on his clipboard.

“Nelson, you know the saying… push ups before bed help get you ahead!” the teacher teased the boy as he paced forward to analyze his next student.

“Carter, situps at night – girls swoon at the sight! Mitchell, no, no no! what is this” the big man stopped and poked the boy in the flabby stomach with his pen. “I should at least be seeing this get smaller, not bigger! Unacceptable. 5 laps around the gymnasium. NOW!”


The boy blushed and jogged out of the lineup to begin his laps.

Dayton couldn’t believe this. His uncle was a tyrant!!

The big muscular man made his way to his nephew and Dayton fought himself at the urge to gaze down at the big man’s huge muscled hairy legs, which proved nearly impossible, were it not for his fear at the man’s reaction.

“Dayton. See men? This is what you should strive for. Good shape, nice abdominal definition, slim waist and defined pectorals, although he could use some meat on his bones, his overall physique is something you should strive for.” The big man said, in utter surprise and shock to his nephew.

Before he knew it, the man continued to Brown, the boy next to him.

“I see you’ve sacrificed work on your calves, to improve your chest my man! Good work, vast improvement.

Dayton shot a look to his right and saw the boy’s chest, it was bigger than any other of the boys. The teenager’s crotch began to swell again and he found his eyes quickly dart over and down to his uncle’s legs. The sight only made his crotch grow to full erection and he fought to hide it while the insane line-up inspection continued.

By the time they were instructed to run laps around the gym, Dayton was forced to ask for a bathroom break.

As he sat in a stall, waiting for his erection to go away the empty bathroom was quickly populated by other boys in his class until all the stalls were full. Dayton’s eyebrows raised and his heart beat fast in his chest. “what the?” he thought to himself.

Curiosity got the best of the young teenager and Dayton soon leaned over and looked under the stalls to see what was going on. He was shocked to see each stall had someone in it, their shorts – and he noticed, sweatpants, around their ankles.

The sight of the boys legs made Dayton's slowly deflating cock begin to inflate again and he looked back and forth at the attractive boys legs. Suddenly he saw another boys upside down head appear and their eyes met. Then another and another.

Before Dayton knew what was happening, one boy after another dropped to their knees and began to suck each others hard cocks under the stalls. Then he felt a hand grab his calve and pull at him.



end of Part II

[GTlifter]

This is a very interesting story definitely going to keep reading to see where you are headed