It's a Growing Sport part 2

The following day I could barely contain my excitement. I found it extremely difficult to focus during my college classes. My mind kept drifting to what my coach might have planned for me. Extra meals, sure. Extra weight lifting? Possibly.

Classes eventually finished and I made my way to practice. Throughout running drills and exercises, I noticed coach eyeing me much more than usual. After I'd complete an exercise or drill I'd see him give a nod, before he scribbled something on his clipboard. Knowing that he was watching, I made sure to try and show off for him a little. I jumped and caught a pass in mid air. Even going as far as making the catch with one hand.

By the end of practice I was exhausted. I was so wiped that I ended up being the last team member to leave. Just as I was about to head out the door, coach called me into his office.

"Great job or there today, Fletcher." He said with a pat to my back. "Are you really certain you want to be a linebacker. You're a great wide receiver."

"I'm sure. I want to be a linebacker," I said without hesitation. I didn't need to think on the idea any further. I wanted to be in the front line, someone that the QB could depend on to guard him. Plus, coach said he'd be spending a lot more time with me if I did this, so I was sold.

"Very well." I got a great glimpse of his gym shorts hugging his gorgeous ass as he leaned over his desk and pulled a paper from his clipboard. He turned back and handed it to me. "This is the new routine I promised you."

I have the paper a quick look over. Sure enough it had strict hours listed of meal times and optional foods I was required to consume, complete with calorie counts. 5,000 calories a day at least, this was more than double what I was currently eating. Along with that were workout hours and exercises to follow.

"Thank you coach, I'll get started tonight." I said with a grin.

"Not so fast," he held up a hand. "Relax tonight, you did a lot out there today. Plus, if you start this routine tonight you could shock your system, which will greatly affect how you sleep. Tomorrow is Saturday, I suggest we start then. You can meet me at the buffet, you know the one on 4th and main? Busters. Meet me there at 10 am sharp and we'll get you started."

"You mean, you're going to join me?" Had I misunderstood him?

"Of course, I'm going to join you," he said with a pat to my shoulder. "I said I was going to make you my personal project. I'll be there to make sure you get your fill. Plus I like their food." He patted his slim middle and gave a laugh.

I couldn't help but smile. "Alright, I'll see you then. Thank you again, coach."

"Don't mention it," he said as he followed me to the locker room door. "I want to make sure we're both satisfied with your growths. Now get out of here. Remember, 10 am."

"Yes, sir." I nodded, before hurrying home.

Sleep that night didn't come easy. I was too hyped about starting my journey tomorrow, with coach by my side. Needless to say, I ended having to rub one out before I fell asleep... okay, I had to rub two out.


The following morning I was up, showered, dressed, and out the door by 9 am. Being 25 and living on my own for college, having a car was a necessity. I didn't want to have to rely on friends or the bus to get around. During my commute I rocked out to Panic at the Disco, one of my favorite bands, singing at the top of my lungs because no one else could hear me. I was also much too excited to care about the odd looks I was getting.

I pulled into the parking lot of the buffet right around 9:30 am. Having made a few stops on the way for some snacks later today, and to pick up a new video game I had been waiting patiently for for a few months now. But I was unsure when I was going to be able to play it, now that my schedule would be filled with bulking.

I answered a few texts, and checked my social media platforms, before I made my way inside at 9:45 am. Right as I was telling the hostess it would be a table for two, coach walked up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Got here early, that's the spirit." He said with a smile, giving my shoulder a gentle but firm squeeze. As the hostess began to lead us to our table, coach gave me a gentle pat on the back. "You first, I'm right behind you."

Perhaps it was just my imagination, but as we walked I took a glance at the windows to our left, and seeing our reflections I could've sworn he was looking down at my ass. Even if it was my imagination, I still made sure to give a show as I maneuvered around tables and chairs, swaying my ass a bit more ass I did so, especially when I sat down in my chair. I knew my jeans were form fitting, and figured I might as well get my money's worth.

We thanked our hostes as she hurried off. Coach then turned to me. "Now, don't worry about the bill today. I'm going to cover it. The rule is, you have to eat the foods with the highest calorie count. Also, I want you to keep a goal in mind. Don't think about your need to bulk up. Don't think about you wanting to be a linebacker. Instead, your goal is out eat me."

"What," I asked, feeling a bit shocked by his comment. "Why do you want me to out eat you?"

"Because, I know I have a big appetite. You think I got these muscles simply working out and eating right? That's not all. I consume a large amount of food every now and then, to fuel my workouts. If you push yourself to try and out eat me, that will ensure that you are meeting your quota for daily calories. Understand?"

I smiled and nodded. This was going to be easy. I still had my high school metabolism. I could eat like crazy during meals without feeling full. Certainly he would give out before I did. Besides, he was a 56 year old man. How much could he eat?