Mr. Barson Goes to College Part 05

It’s not like I was embarrassed of my body. Honestly, there wasn’t much to be embarrassed about. It’s just the first day and I’d already shown everyone everything. And people always treated me differently after they saw my cock. ‘Everything’s big about you…’ their mouths stared agape as they tried to fathom how I’d ‘gotten so lucky.’ Not that they were really wrong either. With my giant mitts for hands anything smaller would have been hard to hold onto. I just headed back to the locker room to see if there was anything bigger for me to try on.

At 7’1” and a muscular 380 pounds not much really fit. Huge arms and shoulders with a tapered waist wasn't really main stream. Any clothes at all would fit fairly tight or had to be custom made. Luckily dad had a really good job so the price wasn’t much of an issue. I looked through the lockers and tried to find something that fit me a little better. Then I opened mine and found a perfect uniform for me. “I thought I got the uniform out of my locker already…” I asked myself staring at the brightly colored lycra. I lifted it up and pulled it against my body. It was definitely larger than the one I’d tried on before. 

“Maybe the guys were just playing a joke,” I laughed as I thought about it more. Probably thought I’d be embarrassed walking out in front of everyone naked. Little did they know that public nudity wasn’t all that much of a problem, especially around ‘straight’ guys. Compared to other people they’d always at least pretend not to care. But if exposed for too long they’d get curious. It’s kind of a natural feeling. I’m not exactly the most average kind of guy. They usually drifted closer, accidentally brushing across my body, feeling my muscles, or even asking me to show off. Then pretend they weren’t interested. But I could see it in their eyes. They were more than curious. It was something dad always told me to watch for.

“The harder they struggle to accept it, the more fun they are,” he’d always laugh. At first I didn’t get it. But seeing so many different masculine guys try to play off not caring started to get fun. It started to be a game to see just what I could do to get them more interested. Would just a flex of my unbelievably large arm? My chest? Should I take off my shirt? Or more? Just how far would I have to go before they would ask for more was clearly dependent on the guy. But it was still a little fun game to play. 

I mused a little more as I pulled the shirt over my head. It fit so much better than the one before did. Sure it was still fairly snug, but that was common with this kind of material. It easily showed off every contour of my body. I walked past a mirror and couldn’t help but give myself a bit of a smile. I paused flexing my arm, enjoying the unbelievable size of the thing. 

“We’re just going to take his phone and delete the pictures. Alright?” I could hear Diego’s voice echo in the locker room. I turned around and saw him and Joe enter into the locker room. 

“That all?” Joe asked. “We can still rough him up a little. He saw something he wasn’t supposed to. How do we know he hasn’t posted it to some website yet?”

“Cause he’s a fucking little pussy,” Diego shot back. “If he did do that? Maybe. But I’m not startin the year off like that if we don’t have to. Plus we gotta make sure he’s willing to do shit for us.” 

Joe just rolled his eyes. “You think he wouldn’t anyways?” They went to their lockers and started changing. 

“Probably not,” I interjected. Joe and Diego looked over at me standing in the doorway. “You guys know you’re late. Right?” 

“Yeah… Yeah…” Diego muttered. “Just overslept.” He didn’t look at me. I could already see him half chubbing as he pulled his pants to the ground. 

“Yeah?” I inquired. The two paused; then went back to putting their clothes on. “So then what do you want Matt’s phone for?”

“Nuthin,” Joe lied. 

“Didn’t sound like nuthin.”

“It was,” Diego confirmed the lie. They stood up to their full height but it was still a little under a foot shorter than mine. 

“Oh?” I walked closer to them and wrapped my arms around their shoulders, their bodies easily fit into my armpits. I could feel both of them struggling to pop a feel. “Well… Whatever you’re planning to do? Don’t. Matt doesn’t need you two bullying him before the school year even starts. Okay?” I gave them each a pat on the back knocking them forward.

It was enough to knock them out of their daze but their dicks were still hard. The lycra wasn’t exactly good at hiding anything. “Well we weren’t going to do anything,” Diego looked away. 

Joe tried to fight his urge to move back in and sniff my armpits. He always liked them so much more than anything else. “Yeah…” he muttered as the daze started to take him over again.

I shook my head. “Good…” I rolled my eyes as we headed back up to the field. The other players were running around while dad was busy talking to Coach Williams. He loved talking to guys like that. Just get older guys like him rolling on some sports topic and dad would listen to them for hours. However, I noticed he wasn’t wearing his jacket at the moment. I saw it draped on the side of the bleachers. Joe and Diego kept heading for the field and started running. For some reason I felt like there was something different about them as they started running. I looked at the rest of the players and there was like a blue glow around their muscular bodies. I couldn’t make it out but just ignored it.

My prize was dad’s phone at the moment. He always kept it in his right coat pocket. I found it instantly. I pulled it out and unlocked it. Dad was still too distracted by coach’s ramblings to notice. Looking through it I didn’t even know what I was looking for. I just knew it had to be something different. Something I wouldn’t recognize. ‘Chronivac,’ was the name of one of the apps. Something compelled me to click on it. I did and saw one single line blinking with a line of grayed out text. ‘Type what you’d like to change.’ 

Part of me didn’t believe it. But I’d seen it work with my very own eyes. The guys on stage had changed completely and Joe and Diego wouldn’t ever send any guy their nudes. Not even me. But they did. It was so weird. I ignored my skepticism. There wasn’t any reason to keep questioning it. I’d have my answer right when I typed something in. “But what?” My eyes caught Matt standing watching dad’s massive body move as he exaggerated a story of his own college football years. He was supposed to be impossible to knock over. 

It’s not that I didn’t believe him, I just grew a little tired of the story. But the way Matt was looking up at him, wide eyed, and hand firmly down his pants, I doubted he’d ever get over it. I looked back at the phone. The text seemed to be taunting me. ‘Coach William’s puts dad’s claim to be impossible to knock over to the test. He offers anyone who can do it a way to change practice that they want to. Matt is able to do it.’

I didn’t believe it. Not only had I tried to lie to dad today but I also just went through his stuff. The guilt was taking over a little bit but I had to know it was true. Matt’s so timid that dad’s mere stance would probably knock him over. But that was the test. First would Coach Williams let us do something like this? Second, would Matt be able to knock him over? It was tough but it looked like part one was already under way.

“I still can’t believe you were impossible to knock over. That’s just not possible…” Coach Williams fought back at dad’s claims.

“All I’m saying is, my back never hit the grass,” dad bragged. “You really think a body like this can be knocked over so easily?”

“I’m not saying you’re easy to knock over but there are so many big guys out there. Not a single one could tackle you? That’s all I’m saying,” Coach Williams shot back. 

“How much you wanna bet?” dad was getting into it. There was a smile on his face and he sounded playful, but he didn’t like people doubting his abilities.

“Hmmm… I dunno…” Coach said.

“Let’s just talk about it afterwards. Maybe I’ll be able to get something you really want…” dad smiled.

“A full head of hair?” Coach joked. 

“Maybe,” dad gave him a wink.

Coach’s eyes lit up. There seemed to be a fire in his soul. “Alright boys!” he called out to the guys on the field. “New practice game! Need everyone to line up!” Instantly the guys stopped running and huddled around Coach and Matt, currently standing on a platform. I felt like something changed about them but couldn’t quite place it. Their large muscular bodies stood up as they looked at coach. “Listen up! Apparently Mr. Barson over here thinks you guys are a bunch of pussies! Says you can’t knock his old ass out. You gonna take that?”

“No sir!” the group chanted in unison. 

“I can’t hear you!”

“No sir!” the group chanted louder.

“Alright! Then line up and everyone gets one chance! First person to knock him over gets to decide what happens in practice today!” Coach shouted. “Understood?”

“Yes sir!”

Instantly all the guys lined, ready to take on dad. Dad’s large body stood a good foot taller than most of them. He’d been working out and training his body his entire life to be large and in charge. There was no way he’d let a bunch of college kids show him up. When he said he was impossible to knock over he wasn’t lying. It didn’t matter who went to try to tackle him. Obviously the kickers and forwards couldn’t do much. But both the offensive and defensive line were just as incapable. Dad swatted them away like they were children playing with their father. Even with their 280, 290, and 300+ pound bodies there couldn’t even get him to move an inch.

I had the best shot. Being only a few inches shorter and less than 50 pounds less. But I couldn’t do much of anything. “Good try buddy. Anyone else and they’d be flat on their ass,” Dad gave me a pat to the shoulder as I walked away. “That everyone?” he laughed at the fact he’d run through the whole team and hadn’t moved an inch. “Well?”

“What about Matt?!” someone called out.

“Matt?” dad looked over at Matt hiding behind his clipboard.

“Me?” Matt squeaked as Coach slapped him on the back. “I’m not…”

Coach Williams pulled him into a personal huddle. “Look boy. You’re part of the team. Don’t feel any different. You knock his giant ass over and I’ll let your request last the whole god damn season. Got it?”

“I just… I don’t… Uhhh…” I could see his mind losing focus as he watched dad taunt him. Matt was by far the smallest guy on the field at the moment. His 5’4” 110 pound frame didn’t belong anywhere near a football field and now he was expected to take on someone a good 2 feet taller than him and outweighing him by over triple. “Okay…” he gulped as he took a step forward.

“Good boy!” Coach gave him a hearty slap to the back sending him a good extra four steps forward. Dad stood up and blocked the sun out for Matt.

“It’s alright buddy,” dad laughed. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Just try your best.” It was a bit condescending, but Matt might have weighed as much as one of his arms. Even as dad took his position on all fours he was just as tall as Matt. His readied himself. “Ready?” he asked.

A sudden defiance came over Matt’s face. He might as well try. Worst case scenario he gets lifted up in dad’s hand like he’s the hulk. Matt put his hand to the ground and gave up his worries. He stared at the ground and then charged. Dad reached his hand out trying to grab him but Matt weaved to the right too quickly. His tiny body easily avoided dad’s grab as he rushed dad’s legs. He got there and used all his weight to put behind the knee cap trying to send dad to the ground. Dad forced himself up into a standing position so he wouldn’t fall onto Matt, however that was his downfall as Matt was given even better leverage. He gave a sudden jump knocking on that vital position and dad’s weight came tumbling down.

Matt somehow found himself onto dad’s chest as he gripped the shirt tightly. Dad was stunned. Out of all the years he played no one had knocked him over. Now this tiny guy, who was currently shaking on top of his muscular chest, had done the impossible.

“FUCK YEAH!” the whole team cheered as they watched Matt slowly come to.

Dad gave him a rub to the back. “Good job buddy,” he smiled down at him. 

“I did it?” Matt questioned. “I’m alive!? Woah! It’s just… Ooopps… I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” 

“No need to apologize,” dad smiled. He lifted him off his chest and stood up, moving Matt to his shoulder. He headed over to the group of guys still cheering him on. 

“So what do you want to happen in practice?” Coach Williams asked.

“Err… I don’t think I should… You guys probably wouldn’t…”

“Out with it!”

Matt paused. His face scrunched up as he tried to force it out. “I want you all to practice naked!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.

“That all?” 

“Huh?” Matt paused. He opened his eyes again seeing the guys already undressing. “You… You guys are okay with it?”

“Dude! You just did the impossible. Might as well get a little something you’d like,” one of the jocks said as he pat Matt on the shoulder. Matt’s eyes went wide as he did his best not to stare too intently at the penises right next to him. However as the guys started running he couldn’t help but touch himself. 

Coach Williams approached Matt congratulating him. “God damn boy! Where’d you pull that shit from?” he joked. Matt didn’t have a response. Coach didn’t expect one as he watched the young man stare at all the other college athletes running around the field. He figured once the more practical training started he’d make sure to give the boy a bit of privacy. Obviously the thought of a bunch of naked guys running their muscular bodies into each other was something his assistant coach enjoyed. 

Dad approached me. “Man… I can’t believe it…” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “Matt really got the best of me.”

“Yeah…” I muttered back. “It’s almost like that should have been impossible…”

Dad let out one loud hearty laugh. “Before today it was. Don’t know what came over me. Thought he was going to dodge left but he went right… Maybe I did go too easy on him,” he chuckled again. “Now I gotta go do something about your coach’s hair…” he grumbled. 

I stared at dad walking over to his jacket and he pulled out his phone. I waited for some kind of confirmation that he’d noticed that I messed with it. But he didn’t. I watched him start typing away and figured he’d just been doing something for work.