Seanday Reloaded: The Captain’s Table

I grinned at my new reflection in the rear view. Fuck, that was easier than I thought I said to myself. I rubbed my new thick biceps through Justin’s tight sweatshirt, damn he had a fit body and for the next couple of weeks it would be mine.

Damn. I had to pull over, I’d admired Justin from afar for so long and now I was closer than I’d ever dared believe—on the inside looking out. I grasped the steering wheel and flexed watching the fabric of the sweatshirt bulge; taking a couple of deep breaths I smiled--not mine, but Justin’s.

I slouched down in the luxurious seats of the SUV and cupped Justin’s pride in my hands; it felt warm and heavy. I gingerly bit my lip and slid a hand into the sweatpants I was wearing; I shivered touching something hard and my head dropped back with a groan. I grasped the base of the shaft and jerked it a little and a tingle rushed down my spine. My head snapped up, and I came face to face with Justin’s reflection again, and my lip curled into a smile; all mine I whispered under my breath.
When the football coach approached me asking if I wanted some help with my college funds I thought he wanted a new water boy or something menial like that; I wasn’t really the sporty type, skinny and breathless at the hint of any exertion. So when he explained that he was about to make the biggest hit on betting against the school’s team winning the final I just laughed. I knew the other team had no chance; Justin had been on training the guys all season, they where great! He explained that's why he got such good odds.

I asked how I could help; he went on to explain he’d asked Justin to come on board with the scam, but he’d flat refused and threatened to call the police if he attempted to rig the game. With a grin he told be he could put me into Justin’s body, he told me that I’d know everything he did and my job was just to pretend to be Justin for a couple of weeks then throw the game at the final. Fuck, if he knew what a crush I had on Justin I doubt whether he’d ever have chosen me but the thought of being inside the jock just made me hard; without thinking I agreed.

Coach told me to meet him after school where he'd swap us. I watched the team practice, especially Justin as he commanded his team like a true captain. He walked past me on his way to the showers his vest was wet with sweat clinging to his body. I could tell there was tension between him and the coach as they past, and he didn't even bother to look my way; I could have been invisible.

I looked at the coach and he jerked his head, I got up and followed him to the basement. Inside was a chair in the middle of a pentagram painted on the floor, he nodded at the chair and I sat down.

"Once he's in your body he'll think he's you," he said. I didn't like the idea, but he reassured me that when I swapped with Justin I would still know who I was but would have access to all Justin's memories.

He left me for a moment saying he had to see the guys off, when he returned I agreed to call him once I'd become Justin. He started reciting some words I didn't understand and dropped Justin's practice vest in my lap. FUCK! It felt like I was being sucked up in a vacuum, and with a blink I was at the wheel of a SUV; and then I knew I was the captain of the football team.

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Suddenly I snapped back as another vehicle pulled up alongside; it was Rob, Justin's wingman. "Hey Just' you still up for the party tonight?" he asked.

"Er, yeah why not," I said.

"Cool, see you later then."

I watched as he left, I remembered the plan--I had to call the coach to let him know I was in charge now. I picked up Justin's mobile and smiled; he could wait, I had better things to do now.

Back at Justin's house I took a slow shower investigating every aspect of my new body; fuck I must have shot my load three times in the shower and I had plenty more.

I towelled off and took a couple of pictures of the stud I'd become.

My thoughts were disrupted by the mobile going off; it was coach. "Yeah?" I said.

"Look you little shit, you where meant to call me when you got in him," he growled.

"You know coach, I kinda like being the captain so why don't you go fuck yourself."

"You little double crossing shit, why I'll--"

"You'll do what? Turn me in? I think I'm holding all the cards now, I'm pretty sure I have to be standing on that pentagram to be swapped back. Oh and if you try anything stupid I'm pretty sure the authorities or worse would be interested in your attempts to screw the odds on the final."

There was silence on the phone, and then he hung up.

I remembered the party and picked out a nice v-neck and hoodie, and left. I'm sure I could make as good a captain as the original, probably better.