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An Unexpected Visitor

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"Coach Lucas?" a voice emanated from the locker room doorway.

Startled by the sudden speech, you instinctively hunted for the discarded clothes on the floor. Luckily, the jockstrap, the shirt, and the shorts were scattered nearby, so you quickly threw those on before confronting the voice.

"Coach Lucas?" the voice repeated as the person seemed to be walking towards the office now. When you turned around in your chair, you saw a handsome man smiling near the small entryway leading into the office. While he looked fairly young, probably in his mid-20s, his more professional attire indicated that he was most likely part of the faculty here. Since you did not recognize him, you assumed that he recently joined as a new teacher.

"Coach? Is it a good time for a little chat now? If you are busy-" the man began.

"Oh no, it's perfectly fine," you tried to contain your euphoria from your masturbation while emulating the coach's friendly mannerisms. "But how did you know I was in my locker room office?"

"Oh. Umm. The other teachers told me that P.E. classes don't start until after lunch, so I could stop by your office in the morning. I mean, it’s more convenient for me when there are no boys in the locker room, since we can have a private conversation," the man said with an awkward laugh. For a moment, you might have saw a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Well, the other teachers were correct. Haha..." you chuckled. A brief awkward pause ensued. To break the silence, you asked the one question that was on your mind. "Sorry, but may I ask who are you?" You hope that this did not introduce any more awkwardness, as you simply did not know Coach Lucas's relationship with this man.

The man briefly held a hand to his mouth before saying, "Oh. I forgot to introduce myself. I know I am new here. My name is Evander Wright, but most faculty just call me Evan. I just recently graduated from college, so this is my first year teaching. I am currently teaching English for the freshmen." He briefly glanced at his wristwatch. "Sorry, I have to head back to my class soon, but do you mind if we meet for a cup of coffee later? I hope to know the faculty more, and you seem like a good person to start from."

"Sure. Just let me know whenever you are available," you hastily responded, not sure if the real Coach Lucas would agree. But as a nice person, he will probably agree anyways.

"Thanks. See you soon!" Evander waved before stepping out of the office.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you managed to carry that conversation somehow. Things would have gone horribly if someone walked in while you were jerking off. Well, not YOU specifically, but you definitely didn't want to tarnish Coach Lucas's name. You were actually surprised that Evander didn't notice the cum stains on the mirror or the musky odor from the orgasm. But you suppose that the office was dim enough for him to miss the stain, and the strong locker room smell masked the odor in the office.

As you slouch in your chair, you can't help but think of the conversation you just had with Evander. Is it usual for something like this to happen during the school day? The man definitely had some sort of interest in Coach Lucas. But then, who wouldn't be? You just spent the entire morning fawning over the coach. However, you realized that you were pitching a tent when you thought of the conversation, and of Evander. He was definitely attractive in his own right. His blonde hair was combed neatly in a short crew cut, and his smooth face contained his soft hazel eyes and plump lips. While his facial features exuded a youthful appearance, the rest of his figure displayed a more mature outlook. He was wearing a bright blue blazer over a white dress shirt with a matching blue tie hanging around his neck. Underneath, he was wearing a beige pair of dress pants, tied with a belt, and his feet were covered by black dress shoes. Overall, he was of average height, but his figure was fairly slim and attractive. You recalled taking a quick glimpse at his build and noting that while he wasn’t explicitly muscular, his body looked somewhat defined with lean muscle, which complemented the rest of his appearance.

"Am I...getting attracted to him?" you asked. Maybe it's because he was the first young male teacher you saw in this otherwise relatively old faculty group. Or maybe it was just hot in here. Your body was sweating as you were still descending from the euphoria from before. You had to admit that Coach Lucas had a strong libido. That made you wonder if your mental perceptions were influenced by your host body. As you preferred hunks and bears over twinks and otters, being attracted to a twunk was certainly unexpected, even if he was attractive.

Did this mean Coach Lucas was gay? It would certainly explain why he never married or the reason he never spoke of having a romantic partner. And based off your body’s response, he definitely seemed to have a type for fit young men.

"Well, he did have a nice set of pecs," you think to yourself, remembering the way his pectorals slightly protruded from his chest and against his tight shirt. “And he was kinda muscular, but nowhere near as I am."

Speaking of which, you also wondered how to control this phenomenon. You remembered thinking about getting older and dozing off, but that seemed pretty vague in terms of a specific trigger. Perhaps, it utilized your subconscious admiration of Coach Lucas. Besides initiating, how would you return to your original body? Was this also part of the Senior Takeover? So far, this possession phenomenon was just as confusing as understanding adult life.

"Well, at least Senior Takeover isn’t until the end of the year, so I have time to figure it out. Also, I've been controlling Coach Lucas for quite a while now, certainly longer than my experience as Dad."

As if right on cue, your vision started to blur as you feel faint. When you refocused, you saw that you were back in your seat in math class. Just as you were about to blame yourself for jinxing it, you heard the bell ring as students started to file out of the classroom. Dominic immediately rushed to your desk.

"Finally awake, sleepyhead? You must’ve been up late last night to have slept through the whole class. You’re lucky Mrs. Thomas didn't catch you. So, are you ready for lunch?"

"Lunch? It's lunchtime already?"

"Wow dude. You must still be groggy after sleeping for so long. But yes, class is over, and it’s now lunchtime."

Picking up your backpack, you followed Dom out of the classroom and toward the cafeteria. Understandably, your mind was still on understanding the phenomenon.


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