Only for Fans Part 01 'Dean Michels'

Mike Desantos knew it wasn’t good to be looking for validation online but it’d been so long that he’d really been able to talk to anyone. After the school closed, due to quarantine, he wasn’t sure what all to do with himself. Coaching there had been about the only thing the single 50 year old really knew how to do. He had gotten so used to being around the guys that being cooped up for weeks on end by himself was getting hard to handle. 

Looking at forums had been a bit of a way to spend some time but he really wanted some kind of better interaction. On one of them they’d said they’d found some kind of new place to chat for fun and making money. Mike knew the fun part probably wasn’t just joking around or talking about the news of the day, but it’d been so long since he was intimate with someone that he was getting a bit desperate. Desperate to have any kind of attention at all.

The first thing on the black website was a confirmation that he was 18+. “At least none of the students will see me…” he muttered, though a feeling of embarrassment still lingered. It wasn’t because he was bad looking. Even though he was approaching retirement, he’d made sure to keep relatively fit with a thinner waist and broad shoulders. With age, gaining a bit of fat was inevitable for any healthy athlete, but he’d kept it from becoming a big belly like some of the other coaches. It also always felt good when he’d hear one of the gay students comment on how good he looked as well. Of course he’d never do anything with them, but hearing that he was still desirable still felt good even if it was someone he had absolutely no interest in. 

“Account Name…” Mike stared at the words. There was no way he’d ever use his real one. “How about… Dean Michels.” He said as he changed a bit about his real one. It was conspicuous enough to his real one but no one would know it was him unless they were to actually see him. His stomach sank again. “What if one of them does see me..?” His stomach sank even deeper as he moved his cursor closer to the ‘X’ instead of the ‘Accept’ button. “That won’t happen,” the loneliness overpowered the discomfort and he added the account.

It was simple enough to finish the setup, linking to an online money profile and then even setting up the webcam to actually livestream. Mike felt the urge to cancel as he needed to just click one more button to turn it on. It had been so easy that he hadn’t even realized how many steps he’d gone through before he was right on the precipice of actually starting it. Mike took a deep breath. “Okay,” he said.

Pressing the button had been so hard to do but now that it was done, nothing was different. The only thing was now there was a screen with his face on it as he sat stupidly in his bedroom wondering what he was supposed to do. “Ummmm… Hi?” he started off the stream. “I’m not really sure what to do right now… I guess I’m all alone and uhh.. Don’t really know what to do. Oh hey! I guess I got my first guest. Hey.”

‘Hey!’ the guy typed back.

“So I’m not really sure what to do…”

‘You’re handsome. It’s okay. I can help. What do you do?’

Mike felt a smile creep onto the corner of his mouth as he saw the word handsome. “Oh! I uhhh… Coach. I coach at the local… College,” he lied, trying to get an extra degree of separation between him and his real job. 

‘Really?! That’s awesome! Did you used to play? What sport?’

“Uhh… Yeah, I wrestled a bit, but focused more on football in high school never really took it past that. Kind of wish I stuck with wrestling instead but that probably wouldn’t have gone anywhere either…” He paused realizing he was probably revealing too much. “But I coach wrestling and football.”

‘I wouldn’t mind you wrestling with me… ;D’

The smile on Mike’s face only seemed to grow as he read the words. There was an added chuckle at the strangeness of the whole situation. He didn’t know who this person was but this person now knew a little bit about him. And it seemed to turn this stranger on.  “I mean… I guess. You like wrestling?”

‘I guess you could say that. XD’

Felt felt a bit awkward knowing what the guy meant. But the chime from his computer. ‘$5 has been donated to your account. Put on the football gear from the school’s football team.’

“Huh?” Mike felt something a bit off about his clothes. “What the!?” he jumped out of his chair in surprise as he saw the material start to change to something else. The material was quickly changing to flexible jersey material instead of his polo and his jeans were tightening to his legs as his jeans turned into leggings. What really freaked him out was the sudden helmet wrapping around his head and the mouth strap that went into his mouth. 

Panic ran through him as he tried to take off the helmet. He hadn’t had one on in years and then this one just suddenly appeared. “What the fuck?” several pants came out of him as he tried to rationalize what had just happened. Looking up he could see that he was in the full gear of a football player, but it wasn’t the blue and gold of his high school but the orange with black stripes of the local college. Moreover, through his webcam he could see his mirror and on the back of his shirt it said Michels instead of Desantos. 

‘Sorry. I’m kind of new too. I didn’t mean to add the pads…’

“I don’t--”

Another chime from his computer interrupted him. ‘$3 has been added to your account. Remove the pads.’ The weight on his shoulders disappeared and the jersey and it hung more freely.

‘So sexy~~ Can you turn around for me please?’

Mike felt his body doing so. “I don’t know what’s going on?!? Why am I wearing this?”

‘So SEXY!! Oh… Cause that’s what this website is..? Isn’t that what you signed up for?’

“I guess? I thought that was just a gimmick kind of thing. ‘Whoever you want me to be,’ sounds like it’s just got a ton of guys one here who’ll do what you want...”

‘I mean I guess… But do you want to be different?’

The question stung. He’d already admitted that he wanted to do wrestling instead of football, and he wouldn’t have minded pursuing something else in college. Yeah, coaching some high school sports teams and gym wasn’t hard, but he really wondered if he would have been better suited for something else. “I mean… Yeah?” Mike scratched at his face feeling a bit uncomfortable admitting that. “Who doesn’t?”

‘Ok brb.’

Mike felt a little awkward again. Even though he was alone in his room, seeing that person made him feel a little less lonely. And now he was there again, with a football jersey and leggings on with an extra eight dollars to his name. Sure the money was nice but was it really worth all the trouble?

‘Back.’ As the user typed in the words a few more people started to shuffle in. They each had their own user name attached to it.

‘Really? Football jersey… You’ve got such a type. Make it a wrestling singlet.’

‘I’m the one with a type? =P’

‘Never said I didn’t have one. But you can’t come in here expecting me to donate to your fetish.’

‘Then donate to yours. He coach’s wrestling too~~’

‘I can see why… Would love to see him down on the mat~~’

‘Don’t scare him off!’

‘Oh sweetie, I’m not scary. Promise’

Mike was starting to get more confused as he watched all the people talking about him as though he wasn’t even there. That’s when a bar appeared on the screen with football gear and wrestling gear on each end. A vertical bar was a bit closer to football gear, dictating the progress and it jumped over closer to the wrestling side. ‘$10 was added to your account. Wrestling gear.’

‘Damn it! You already donated some money…’

‘Of course I did! I wanted to see him in football gear!’

‘Calm down baby. Looks like you got your wish. Now it’s time for ours~~’

Another ten dollars was added to the bar tipping it over to the wrestling gear. Mike watched as the football stuff he was wearing started to cling tightly to his body. The fabric was stretchy but tight as it hugged his meaty frame. “Oh shit!” Mike held his body, suddenly feeling a bit more exposed. Even though he was still covered up, the way the singlet gripped every part of his body, he almost felt naked. His hairy arms and chest were in full view and his bit of a belly was all the more apparent as the fabric wrapped around it. 

‘Oh boy! What a sexy daddy! I don’t know if I’d be able to get up from the mat if I ever saw him on it!’

‘Fuck off. You know full well you couldn’t get on the mat before finishing.’

‘Guilty ;D’

Mike felt a bit of blush cover his face as the three guys were talking so openly about how attractive he was. Never in his life had he thought his old hairy ass could still be considered so amazing but these three seemed to love every bit of him. 

‘Boy oh boy! Do we have a newbie here? He seems to like all the compliments boys.’

The call out only made his face burn brighter as he was reminded that they were watching him and he had no idea who there were. The chime from his computer brought him back down from reality for a second but then he felt his right arm lift up and flex his bicep. ‘$2 was added to your account. Flex your arm.’

‘Yeah. He just made an account. Be nice!’

‘Baby, I’m always nice. And based off that bicep, he’ll know how to punish me if I’m bad. Won’t you?’

‘I… I… I…” Mike was completely out of his element. He didn’t know what was going on. Everything was going so quickly when just a moment ago he felt alone. Now it was like he was on stage, performing for a crowd he knew nothing about. Then there was that chime from his computer again. “Course I will you little fucking bitch!” he barked in his coach’s voice. Reading the donation he could see that that’s exactly what it’d told him to do, but guilt quickly followed. “I’m… I’m sorry! I don’t know what happened!”

‘Oh daddy. Don’t be like that. I’m the one who donated. And boy was it sexy. Anyone else like it?’

A new bar appeared on the screen with ‘Use coach’s voice from now on.’ But the added money only went a little bit towards the goal. The computer chimed a few more times and the bar moved a bit more.

‘I can get on with that!’

‘Damn right! My coach was such a fuckin bitch compared to that.’

‘See? Be the confident silver daddy I know you can be~~’