Noah charged at Ray, bent low for a tackle. The coach managed to slip to the side, and Noah glanced off him, unable to get a solid grip. He moved away as Noah slammed into the wall behind him, and he kept the kitchen island between them. “Noah,” he said, “Noah, where…where have you been? Everyone’s been worried sick about you.”
“Coach, I fucked up man, I fucked up. I’m a fuck up!” Noah said, slamming his head against the wall, “Fuck! He’s in my head and I know it but you smell so fucking good, I…I gotta…” he turned and started stalking toward him and Ray maneuvered around the island, keeping it between them. They made two circuits when he saw the third person watching him from the other side of the room–Julian Porter.
“You! What the fuck have you done to him?” Ray said, still slipping around the island as Noah pursued him.
Porter didn’t say anything, he just watched them for a moment, and then said, “Coach, remove sensory block Alpha.”
It hit him like a brick, the stink in the room. He didn’t know what it was, and he was momentarily distracted, searching for the foul odor. It reeked like a locker room, like a bar bathroom, a month old cumrag. Noah took advantage of the coach’s confusion, dove over the narrow section of the island, and pulled the coach close to him, shoving his face into Ray’s chest, snorting and licking at his shirt…his…filthy fucking shirt.
It was then that Ray realized where the stench was coming from–it was coming from him. Suppressing a gag, he wrenched himself away from Noah, looking down at himself. His usually white shirt was stained brown and yellow with who knew what, the black mesh shorts he was wearing didn’t have as much visible evidence, but they felt crispy, as did the jockstrap he was wearing, though he was too terrified to look at it. “What…how the fucking…what the fuck is this?” he screamed at Porter.
“Oh, you’ve been wearing those clothes for over a month straight now. Cumming into them. Pissing into them. Working out in them.” He smiled wide, “What, don’t you…remember?” The emphasis on that last word, the way Porter drew it out long, chilled Ray, but Noah had climbed off the counter and ran at him–this time Ray wasn’t so lucky to dodge him. Noah hit him square in the chest, driving him back against the counter, and they both toppled to the floor, Noah on top of him, snorting into his shirt, at his pits, licking at his face, all the while grinding against Ray’s body. The spandex shorts he had on did nothing to disguise how hard the young man’s cock was, and Ray tried to shove him off, but he was too heavy.
“What the fuck, get him off me!”
“Now coach, you’ve been looking so hard for Noah, aren’t you happy to see him?”
“You fucking piece of shit, what the fuck did you do?”
Porter didn’t answer right away. He walked over, his feet on both sides of Ray’s head. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and Noah immediately sucked it into his maw, the whole of his weight planted on Ray’s chest, still grinding against him. “You fucked up a good thing of mine, Ray, a real good thing I had going. All the fresh meat I could want, and none of them even knew about it! A victimless crime, since none of them even knew they were victims. And really, I have you to thank–you, were the one who told them to take my computer science courses! They were easy A’s, you’d say. I mean, I might have had a small hand in that recommendation of yours, sure, but my classes were easy for your sexiest athletes. I never flunked a student of mine if they were sucking my cock. This one got a bit wise to it, but he would have settled back down if you hadn’t stuck your dirty nose in my business, coach.”
Something was wrong with him. He kept trying to struggle out from under Noah, but this close to him, he could actually smell…smell him, how filthy he was, and it was making him hard. He wormed his way down, but only managed to get his head locked between Noah’s thick thighs, the spandex coated with sweat, and then he couldn’t get ary further. In terror, he realized his mouth was open and licking at the student’s spandex clad taint, one his hands down the front of his shorts, massaging his cock which had grown inexplicably hard.
“Oh, very good coach, I see you’re already adjusting to your programming rather well.”
Programming? His mind flashed back to his computer in his office, how even this afternoon he’d fallen asleep at the keyboard. It hadn’t been the first time. In fact he’d…been doing that a lot lately. He’d always just passed it off as stress and exhaustion, as worry over Noah. He’d been thinking about Noah so much, about how much he missed him, about how much he wanted him. He pushed himself back up, rubbing his own scruffy face against the athlete’s cock, sucking at the cum crusted spandex, thinking about all of the fantasies, all the desires he’d kept bottled up for so long. No! No, these weren’t his! They weren’t his, but they felt so…real. They felt just like his own thoughts, they felt so authentic, this desire. How did he know it wasn’t real?
“Amazing, isn’t it? Just a big computer, you know, stuck in all of our heads. So easy to…fry a few circuits if you know what you’re doing. Lucky for us, I know what I’m doing, right coach?” He fucked Noah’s mouth a bit deeper, his breathing a bit ragged, “Still, I know how…deeply you care for Noah here, I know you’ve always wanted him as yours, and so, as a sign of how much I respect your filthy, dirty nose, I’m going to give him to you. Sure am going to miss this mouth of his though. Still, you should be careful with him–I wouldn’t want to be caught with a runaway teen, you know, especially after your…connection to all of that child abuse happening at the high school. I mean, the only person who had as much contact with those students as I did was, well, you.”
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