THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 6

Scott’s PoV:

I almost had a heart attack when I saw Raven at the school today. The nightmare last night seemed to leave a lasting mark on my mind. Even though I no longer remember much of it vividly, I was still able to recall the part when Raven and my mother worshipped Caleb and proclaimed that they were his slaves.

At least, her hair isn’t pink like in my dream.

“Morning, Scott, why do you look at me like you are seeing a ghost?” The now golden blonde-haired Raven asked.

“Uhm…I’m just surprised that you dyed your hair, I never expected that you would go blonde of all people. You know, yesterday your hair was still pitch-black as midnight, so yeah…it caught me off guard,” I answered awkwardly.

“So, do you like my new color?”

I prefer your black hair. I wanted to answer with that, but could I? It was clear on Raven’s face that she expected me to say that her new hair color was good and I didn’t want to be an asshole that was unsupportive of her choice. Changing hair color wasn’t harming anyone anyway.

“It’s good, so mind telling me what inspired you to change hair color? You know, yesterday you were still a 100% typical goth.”

“You think dyeing my hair back to blonde makes me less goth, Scott? I am disappointed with how judgmental you are, I thought you were a better person than this, Scott,” Raven suddenly got pissed at my reply.

“I don’t mean that, I’m sorry, I should word that sentence better.”

“Fine, I’ll forgive you this time. Just remember that no matter how my appearance changes, I’m still goth in heart!”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Good, and to answer your question, it’s nothing special, I just watched this sexy influencer and she successfully changed my mind that maybe being blonde isn’t that bad, and in a lapse of judgment, gone was my black hair, replaced by this golden thread. I’m pretty happy with the result,” Raven explained.

“Sexy Influencer? Since when do you watch them? I thought you hated these vapid social media influencers,” I was alarmed and shocked by Raven’s answer. Raven disliked the popular crowd, and her dislike also extended to influencers who shared the archetypical traits of the ditzy popular bimbo.

“Again with the stereotype, Scott, we are close but that doesn’t mean you know everything about me, yeah, I dislike most of them but there are always some exceptions that you don’t know, I just never talk about it,” Raven rolled her eyes.

“Sorry,” I apologized to her one more time.

As someone who had a crush on Raven, I pride myself as one who knew a lot of things related to her, but her words made me realize that what I knew was only the surface she showed to me.

“Alright, stop apologizing, I think my new hair colors aren’t a good topic to talk about with you, so let’s talk about something else.”

I nodded. The nightmare last night made me too sensitive and overthinking about the change in Raven’s appearance. It was just a coincidence and not related to each other. I repeated the words like a mantra in my mind to make me not overthink about Raven's change of hair color.

“So, what happened yesterday when I left? I’m sorry that I took a long time to come back, I hope there’s no trouble coming at you when I’m not there,” I asked, steering the topic away.

“I think Tiffany noticed me yesterday or at the very least she knew someone was watching them, it is my mistake that I stared at them so intensely. Tiffany just stopped sucking David’s cock midway. David and Tiffany looked around warily, and then David left alone. After David was gone, I decided I needed to escape before Tiffany found me,” Raven answered.

“Thankfully, at least you aren’t harmed in any way. I was worried as hell when I came back and didn’t find you there, I even thought that you were kidnapped by a bad man.”

“You can sometimes have a very wild imagination, Scott,” Raven chuckled, “anyway, thanks for worrying over me.”

We then had some small talk about other things before our conversation was cut short as the teacher came to the class. From our small talk, I felt relieved after I was able to affirm that Raven was still the same person I was familiar with despite the change in her hair color. You are such a worrywart, Scott. How much is the chance your nightmare becomes real? I berated myself for thinking that Caleb controlled Raven in some way.

Time passed slowly and painfully during my time in the class. The lesson was boring, and my mind couldn’t help to drift away to other matters. I no longer thought about Raven, but now my mind was filled with the image of my mother’s naked body and how she masturbated in the shower. The sinful thought made my dick rock hard, thankfully, nobody had yet to notice my embarrassing boner. I tried to calm myself down, but the image of my mother’s naked body was lingering in my mind, unable to be shaken off. Somehow, I knew the only way to calm this raging boner I had was to masturbate.

It was madness on my part that I even considered doing that kind of thing in school, but here I was making an excuse to go to the toilet.

I made my way to the toilet quickly, wanting to deal with my boner issue as soon as possible before I embarrassed myself accidentally.

But sometimes, we couldn’t have what we wished for. In the hallway, not far from the toilet room, I saw David conversing with Darel.

"Hi, Scott," David noticed my presence and greeted me.

Sometimes, I dislike how David was unable to read the room. Did he not see my flustered face?

"Hi, David…Hello, Mr. Lebron," I greeted David back and then greeted Darel a bit later after I recalled Raven's words from yesterday to not engage in conflict with the new coach and provided him a reason to pick on me. I even called him Mr. Lebron to be extra polite.

Darel glanced at me and gave me a nod of approval in response to my greeting. I gritted my teeth, detesting the patronizing way he looked at me.

"Alright, Dave, you can see me after school if you still need any advice, I'll excuse myself first because I have some other business to attend to," Darel said to David then he walked past me.

“#$%!”

What? Did Darel just say something to me?

Darel didn't hide his sneer when he walked past me. I believed that he had whispered something to me but I couldn’t catch what he said.

“Did you hear what Darel just said?” I asked David.

“Did Mr. Lebron even say anything?” David asked me back, he looked genuinely confused.

Am I just imagining things? Maybe I am, even David didn’t hear anything.

“Wait for me outside the toilet room, I want to talk with you after I finish my business in the toilet, I will be quick,” I said to David, making him stand guard in the hallway leading to the toilet room before I entered the toilet room.

Our school's toilet room was a multi-user restroom like what you often find in establishments like a shopping center. There were five toilet stalls within the room. There were also the same number of urinals mounted on the wall across those stalls.

I entered the furthest stalls. This was the stall where I often got locked up by Caleb. I didn’t know why I still picked this spot knowing what this place meant to me. After Caleb got kicked out of the school, I avoided picking up this stall whenever I went to our school’s toilet room to not invoke the bad memories.

So why now? I was not completely sure of my decision, but I only felt that this spot fit what I was going to do.

I pulled my pants down, and fish my dick out. My hand began to stroke my hardening rod without further ado.

Up and down, up and down, I kept stroking my dick while replaying the scene of my mother's masturbation in the shower in my mind.

But it seemed that wasn't enough to make me cum. I then shifted my imagination to a different fantasy, this time, I imagined that it was my dearest mother giving me a handjob instead of me pathetically masturbating on my own.

Yet, even with the fantasy of my mother jerking me, I was still unable to cum, I could feel the orgasm build up but I felt I lacked something that made me could cum.

After a quick contemplation, I finally connected the dot; why I couldn’t cum right now, why I picked this spot, and the nightmare. I needed to be bullied so I could cum. I didn’t know why I arrived at that conclusion, but deep in my mind, I knew that my guess was right.

My fantasy then took a turn in a worse direction.

“Aw…Scootie, aren’t you ashamed? I never expected that my son would be a pathetic boy who jerks off on his school toilet, and worst, you are jerking off to me,” my mother mocked me.

She stood across me, fully naked, looking down at me like she was seeing trash. Disgusted at me who kept stroking my cock, trying to cum.

Of course, she was just a fragment of my imagination and not the real one, no way my mother was inside the stall with me, what more she was naked and had those grotesquely big fake balloon tits which were even bigger than her previous natural 36D.

I didn’t know how my mind played tricks on me, but when I began to fantasize that my mother was a cruel bully who looked down on me, my imagination became so vivid that I began to see things as if it was there. ‘My mother’ was one of the examples.

“Yes…yes, I am a pathetic boy who jerks off to the fantasy of his mother, can you let me cum now please, Mother?” I begged the imaginary woman.

“You want to cum? Not yet, keep stroking, wimp, up and down, up and down, faster, grip your puny dick tightly in a **** grip when you are stroking your pathetic cock, I want you to see you put a real effort first before I let you cum.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I followed her command. I wonder was it what I want deep down in my heart? Because the imaginary counterpart of my mother was a product of my mind, thus, all she said should be coming from my mind.

“You are pathetic, Scott, If it was Caleb in your spot, he would already pushed me down on my knee and treated me like a fleshlight to relieve his boner,” she mocked me again.

I could feel every mock and insult she threw at me bring me closer to orgasm. Just a little bit more…

“Admit it, Caleb is better than you, Caleb is a real man, you are a sissy wimp, you are lesser than him, there’s nothing wrong with Caleb bullying you, you deserved to be bullied. Say this; I want my mother to be Caleb’s slut.”

My heart was crushed, and my stomach churned after hearing the vile word come out of her mouth. But, at this point, my mind was far too muddled to care. My dick was in control.

“I want my mother to be Caleb’s slut!”

I came. Hard. I could feel most of my energies leaving my body as the filthy spunk flew from the tip of my dick and hit the closed door.

My head became clear as I entered the state of post-nut clarity. _ What the fuck is wrong with you, Scott? _I questioned myself over my fantasy, over what I just did and said. I felt dirty, disgusted, and guilty.

After I collected myself and calmed down, I remembered that I asked David to wait for me outside because I promised that I would be quick. But, as of now, I might already be spending around 15 to 20 minutes inside the stall.

David had his own class to attend, and it would be perfectly normal if he didn’t wait for me, 20 minutes was quite a long waiting time, and if he stood outside in the hallway for 20 minutes, he would just invite suspicion from the teacher.

I opened the stall’s door, and to my surprise, David was there, he didn’t wait outside in the hallway as I asked.

David gave me an awkward and judging look. Did he hear what I said when I try to cum? From his look, he must have heard some nasty and pathetic stuff I said.

“Didn't I tell you to wait outside in the hallway?” I asked, trying to break the awkwardness between us.

“And let some teacher suspect I am skipping class because I linger in front of the toilet room but do not go inside for twenty minutes? I did this because you asked me to wait for you,” David answered.

His reasoning was the same as I expected so I couldn’t blame him. “Sorry,” I said.

“No need to say sorry, now I know why you asked me to wait outside, you don't want others to know what you just did inside the toilet stall, for god's sake, Scott, did you just jerk off? Furthermore, what with ‘I want my mother to be Caleb’s slut’? I never expected you to be this kinky and creepy, Scott.”

“Don’t say it out loud god dang it, David, what if others overhear us,” I berated the nerdy boy.

“My bad, so, mind explaining to me why you decided to jerk off in our school’s toilet? it’s a reckless decision coming from you, thankfully there was only me who overheard your kinky talk. If you change me with someone else, you will probably be called to the principal's office and charged with sexual misconduct by now.”

“Honestly, I am not sure what happened, I can’t control myself, so, I suddenly have a fantasy of my mother in the middle of the class. I tried to calm myself down, but it was unsuccessful to calm my boner.”

“– then you decided that you needed to jerk off to calm it down,” David interrupted my words.

I nodded, “I know it's crazy, I don’t know why I arrived at that conclusion too, but once I thought I needed to jerk off to calm my boner, I couldn’t shake the thought out of my mind. It invaded every corner of my thought and urged me to do it.”

“I think you need to learn better self-control, Scott, don’t let your intrusive thoughts win.”

“It was not a normal intrusive thought, I think someone was influencing my mind, Do you think a son fantasizing about his mother becoming his bully’s slut is normal? No way in hell that’s normal. I suspect that it was Darel who was causing this to me, he was the only person related to Caleb.”

“It’s dangerous to jump to a conclusion without proof, Scott. From my interaction with Mr. Lebron, he is a chill guy who is pretty different from Caleb. Now, let’s say, you believe that somehow Mr. Darel is doing something to you, how do you think Mr. Lebron influences you? Mind control? Seems you watched too much porn if you think he had somehow mind-controlling you.”

“Why did you and Raven be so defensive about him? Are you on my side, or Caleb’s side?” I asked in an annoyed and a bit angry tone

“I’m on your side. I said this to stop you from doing something reckless and stupid. Raven probably had the same ideas as me. Come on, Scott, even if by small chance mind control is real, I don’t think Mr. Lebron has the chance to mind control you, how much contact do you two have aside from the PE class?”

David’s argument was logical. We had only a little contact, and all of it was in public situations where there was someone else aside from the two of us, except if Darel could take over my mind in an instant, he didn’t have a chance to mind control me.

The realization made me feel even shittier than before because it meant that I fantasized about begging my mother to be Caleb’s slut of my own volition.

“Damn it…” I cursed angrily.

“Calm down and forget the bad thought, anyway, what do you call me for? I waited 20 minutes here not for nothing, right?” David tried to steer the topic away,

I regulated my breath and tried to calm down, “Congrats, you waited here for nothing because I was curious about what you discussed with Darel,” I said in a sarcastic tone as my way to pay back how David made me feel shitty.

“Seriously, Scott, just for that?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“You know you act like a jealous girl, Scott, but well, you decided to act like that, so let me make you more jealous,” a smile beamed on David’s face. “You know I had a date with Tiffany’s yesterday?”

“Yes.” I even stalked you for some time.

Of course, I won't admit that I was following and watching him yesterday. I put on my best surprised expression before replying to David, “So, what happened?”

“I hit it big. Can you believe that Tiffany Macmillan gave me a blowjob on our first date? The only bad part is Tiffany stopped midway before I was able to cum for some reason, well, I know she's a tease. She said that she will let me cum on our next date, but I need to get fit first. She said that her ideal man was someone with both muscle and brain. I have the brain, so what's left is for me to build my muscles,” David told the story of his date proudly.

“Can you do it? You tried to work out some time ago, but your discipline sucks, you back to be coach potato busy playing game.”

“That’s the reason I talk with Mr. Lebron, I ask him to give me guidance on how to build a muscle like him.”

“Just be wary about him. Anyway, David, do you know a gym called Dare All Gym? My mother said she will be going there from next week to work out.”

“Dare All Gym? Never heard about it, why don’t you ask Mr. Lebron? He knows more about gym than me.”

“You kidding…” I paused as an idea struck me, “But maybe you are right, don’t you plan to meet up with him after school, David? Why don’t you ask him on my behalf?”

David scoffed before he responded to my idea, “Alright, because you are my friend, I’ll do it for you, maybe I’ll go to the same gym later so I can ogle your hot mother.”

“Stop being a creep.”

“Said someone who wanted his mother to be his bully’s slut.”

(CONTINUED IN NEXT PART)

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