"Mornin' coach," Coach Davidson entered into John's office. He set some pink and yellow papers down on the desk. "I know you've been workin hard but there's still some problems were having with some of the players. They're just not tryin hard enough."
John looked over the names on each of the slips. Apparently Sam was still failing a few of his classes. Scott was caught bullying some of the students again. And Adam was doing a mixture of both. It wasn't nearly enough to get any of them suspended and he'd been working with those seniors all year trying to help them but if this continued they would surely get kicked off the team.
"I know it's not good news," Coach Davidson continued. "But it still has to be delivered. Just between us coaches, those boys need a role model..."
"And you're looking at me?" John asked.
Coach Davidson laughed. "No way. They need someone their age to look up to. You may be the size of a dump truck but that don't mean they respect you none. They just want someone their own age to tell them what to do. Seen it plenty of times before. They got no direction and just need someone who understands..."
John thought for a second. "Are you saying if you were their age again you could help them get out of their slump?" he asked.
Coach Davidson didn't like the look in John's eye. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"Nothing... Nothing," John mused as he pulled up the app again. He looked over the broad shouldered coach sitting across from him. Andrew Davidson had always taken fairly good care of his body. At 65 he was getting ready to retire though. Years of playing football in high school and college gave him a strong frame. Even with the fat that laid on top of it, he still had a very powerful looking build. However what if he was 18 again? What if he still had the body of his 26 year old self? John's imagination was running wild. He instantly start typing.
"What are you doin John?" Coach Davidson asked. He normally just called him coach but John was giving him a weird look. And he never used his computer while in someone else's presence. However right now he was. It was worrying. John was furiously typing away and then he saw the other coach hit enter. "What are you..." Andrew Davidson was about to ask but was surprised by his hard dick. He stared down at it confused. Lately without the help of a little blue pill it was hard to get up. "What's..." he was about to ask again but moaned at the sudden pleasure. "Fuck... What's going on?" he finally made out.
Andrew's mind was going into overload as the feelings washed over him. He couldn't handle just how sexually charged he felt at the moment. His dick was driving him crazy as he rubbed it even harder. Nothing else around him mattered as he pulled his cock out of his pants. The hard member pointed straight up and he started rubbing it more wildly. Even in his youth he couldn't remember being this horny. However with each tug he was starting to get closer and closer to that same youthful life.
The wrinkles on his skin tightened up and wrapped around strong pronounced muscles. His sagging cheeks and hallowed eyes pulled back to reveal his handsome younger visage. Hair rapidly filled the top of his head and his gray beard turned back to it's dark brown color. Every second he could feel his strength coming back to him more and more. "Fuck," he cursed. Cum splattered over his bright red sleeveless shirt and some even got on his shorts. "Fuck..." he cursed again coming down from the high. Looking down at his body he couldn't help but be a little confused. "Da hell?" he looked over his body. "Coach?"
John smiled as the way he said coach was more as he was an authority instead of just a nick name. "Mornin' Andrew."
"Coach. I don't understand. What just happened?" he looked over his body seeing his dick still hanging out of his shorts. He quickly tucked it away. His eyes traced every muscle on his body, drinking in his strong firm form.
"Just decided to see if you could help those boys out. Don't have to if you don't want to but just thought I'd give you the chance," John said.
"But... But I'm 18?" Andrew said. He meant to say 65 but his mind corrected it to 18.
"I know," John laughed. "Just enjoy it. You were a good head coach but I figured you might want to experience high school again. Well the tail end of it I guess..."
"Yeah..." Andrew still amazed as he looked over his body. "Maybe..."