Good Intentions

It was a tale as old as time - the skinny academically-inclined geek being tormented throughout gym class by the school’s star athletes. Unfortunately in Francis’ case there were two more factors working together to make his time even more miserable: one, he was gay, and two, his gym teacher was the biggest bully of the lot.

Mr Henson was the kind of guy who had probably been big even as a child and had most certainly ruled the school during his own teenage years. He hadn’t ever given up his passion for sports either and now had a most impressive body, standing at six-foot-five and boasting both large muscles and a hairy chest. If his personality wasn’t so ugly Francis might have found him almost irresistibly attractive but the beauty was obscured by the man’s snide remarks about the more ‘athletically-challenged’ individuals in his class.

Time and time again Francis found himself knocked to the ground by one of the bigger guys in the class, only to receive harsh mockery from the teacher as if he was personally inconvenienced by Francis’ presence on the gym floor. “Get your ass up or get ready for detention, Jones!” Mr Henson would roar all too often, wearing his usual intense expression as he sneered down at him. Francis had thick skin though and was a big believer in karma, both good and bad - and if there was anybody that was going to get their ass kicked by bad karma it was Mr Henson.

Other students in the class weren’t quite as resistant to the bullying as Francis was though and all too often he had to watch his friends in the drama club or science project partners burst into tears as a result of the teacher’s remarks, only to be scolded and branded pathetic by the older man. It was totally unacceptable behaviour from a supposed authority figure and Francis was growing impatient waiting for karma to catch up. As such, he decided to take matters into his own hands and make sure Mr Henson got a taste of his own medicine and learned firsthand just how difficult it could be simply existing in his gym class.

Francis had good intentions when he first switched bodies with the older man, he truly did. He’d be able to give his friends some much-needed relief from the torrents of abuse and would even be able to put some of the big-headed jocks in their place, no doubt terrifying them. Mr Henson always doted on his star athletes and hardly ever raised his voice towards them, which Francis had never thought to be far, especially when they as a whole caused more issues than he and his friends ever had. By far the most exciting opportunity that would present itself once he switched bodies with the teacher though was letting Mr Henson feel what it was like to live in fear in his lessons as that was something he needed to be taught as soon as possible.

Unfortunately all good intentions fell by the wayside just minutes after Francis had made the exchange. Overwhelmed by all of the sensations greeting him in the much larger body, as well as the thoughts and memories of the man whose body he had stolen, the young drama enthusiast soon began to lose himself. He did his very best to hold onto his thoughts - I’m Francis Jones, I’m going to be a big Hollywood actor one day, I switched bodies with my asshole gym teacher to teach him a lesson about bullying - but the urge to flex his muscles and grope his thick cock was only growing stronger. He was starting to experience memories of an after-school ‘meeting’ between Mr Henson and Ms Adams, the cute drama teacher that Francis had always heard the jocks crudely objectifying on a near daily basis. 

Dwelling on the memories of fucking Ms Adams’ - Jennifer’s - tight pussy was beginning to get Francis hard and the grip he had on his own memories and intentions slipped away entirely. As he stared at his reflection in the restroom mirror, all he saw was Dane Henson, the toughest and hottest member of staff at the school and a former wrestling champion and prom king. He could remember every single moment of his illustrious high school and college athletic careers, plus every chick he had picked up and pounded along the way. Just thinking about them made him grin and tug on his thick shaft again. Pulling out his cell phone, he typed out a text to Jen all but demanding her to come to his office once the bell had rung to signal the end of the school day for a very important ‘meeting’. He wanted to engage in his desires sooner but he had a class first and he wasn’t about the pass up the opportunity to torment ‘faggy Francis’ and his band of drama dorks.

Sure enough the boy in question looked terrified as he exited the locker room and came face to face with his gym teacher. Dane sneered down at him, already planning to make sure the dweeb ended up in tears by the end of the class. There was just something about making homos cry that got him all excited and ready to showcase his masculine dominance for the likes of Jennifer Adams and the parade of bimbos that would surely follow shortly after. This was his life and he couldn’t imagine ever wanting anything else!