Coach Willis Romero was respected by his full team and he considered his students like his own sons. Without his knowing, this thought would soon be true. As he was mowing his lawn, he saw a shooting star in the sky and wished that his football team would stay united. Suddenly, he saw the star falling in his garden, during the day, and rushed to it. He admired the meteorite and wanted to call his neighbor to see this, but the space rock started to burst open as light emanated. At first, he thought that inside was a bronze flower, but then he realized that it was something else. Unfortunately, it was too late as the “flower” petals opened and launched a facehugger at him.
“AHH!… Hrk! Argh!” Tried to scream the coach but his yelping were muffled by the creature on his face. He tried to use his strong arms to free himself but it quickly pushed something in his mouth which crawled to his brain. The facehugger finally released the Coach and died. Willis was confused but reassured as he walked inside. He lied on his cough as he started to feel a pain in his head. “Urrgh, my head!”. Soon the buzzing became harder and he writhed on the floor. The slug inside his brain soon dug his way inside and infected his whole mind. The “coach” relaxed as he opened his eyes and looked around him. Noticing a mirror, he removed his shirt and admired his body.
“Hmm. What a well-built body, a perfect meat shield for our specie.”
Flexing his biceps and touching his beard, the coach walked toward the fridge and began to eat everything in it.
“Hrrrf. Yeees. This feel so good to eat with a human body.”
All of a sudden, he heard noise from upstairs as someone went down to the kitchen. It was the coach’s adopted son, Chris.
“ Sup, pops, my car’s dead, can you drive me to College?”
Willis, with a spoon in his mouth, looked at his son and began to lick his lips and the spoon as he answered:
“Of course, my son! You know, I have thought about something…”
“Really, what is it?”
“You could join my football team?”
“Dad, we already talked about that, I only do workout for the ladies, I hate sports.”
“Too bad, wasting such a strapping young lad body.”
“Huh… Dad, why the fridge is empty?”
“I can explain everything, but first… Give a kiss to daddy!”
Willis ran to his son as he kissed him. Chris tried to fight as he was more muscular than his father but the infant alien conceived by his possessed dad creeped to his brain and invaded it.
“Welcome to the family, son.”
“UUUNNNNGG! What is this?! Gnaaahhh!”
Chris wanted to struggle but his father was bear hugging him and soon he calmed down and grinned.
“Oh son, you’re so much hairy, even more than your daddy.”
“You want to sniff my armpits, having a parasite controlling me made me all sweaty.”
Chris lifted his arms as his dad smelled them before tasting them with his tongue.
“Jesus, you’re the perfect son.”
“Yeah, I smell like a real man. I should maybe join your football team after all.”
“Hell yeah! You will be my new quarterback.”
“What about the actual one?”
Coach Willis grabbed his son’s chin as his other hand caressed his beefy hairy chest.
“Don’t worry son, daddy will fix everything.”
They started to kiss and grope each other’s hunky bodies as moaning invaded the room. The coach lifted his son’s legs and thrusted his dick straight into his tight and hairy ass. The aliens inside them were slugs, so they were fond of the sensation to possess powerful muscles and hair.
“Daaaad.” Moaned Chris. “I’m so grateful that you gave me this robust and vigorous body.”
“Oooh. Son, your ass is so much stretched. You need daddy to show you how to be a bottom slut, yeah, you need discipline.” The controlled coach groaned as he rided his son like a wheelbarrow.
“UUNG! I can feel it dad! Males human love to break the rules and being dominant. Yeeees! Does it mean that I am a female?”
“Fuck son! You’re so stupid! Of course you’re a male, but the depraved part of my host’s brain wants to call this hole a boypussy or a cunt? ARGGH! Yeah, I’m fucking ramming my son’s boycunt! UNNGGAAAAAAH!”
After their first orgasm, the two possessed beefcakes were panting.
“Shit dad, being human is so fucking good…” His son said while his dad was caressing his hair. They were both covered in cum. “Dad… My host has to go to school.”
“Go without me, you fuckboy. I have something else to do first.”
The coach threw the car keys to his son, who was dubious.
“But dad, I don’t know how to drive.”
Grabbing the back of his son’s head, the coach forced his tongue in his lover’s mouth as a white fluid was squirted in his son’s throat.
“Now you know, go.”
His son got dressed up and suddenly knew how to drive. Whereas, the coach was walking outside, shamelessly naked, some people scowled for being a pervert while others were drooling at the sight of such a manly specimen. The alien inside him did not care, he knew that his host was somehow modest, so it was even more exciting and entertaining to do this. Plus, why hiding a great body like this?
Using his vessel’s memory, the foreign lifeform arrived at a nearby house where he sneaked in. His host’s strength was already impressive, but with the parasite inside him, he was even more stronger. Consequently, he could easily climb the wall in the garden. Luckily, a window was opened as the coach saw his neighbor, an Art Teacher, Miles Bennell. Ironically, the Art Teacher was more larger than his jockish rival. Miles was relaxing, seemingly napping, in his bath while the coach opened wide his mouth. Then, a red slug crawled out and fell on the floor before sliding to the tub. The thing slithered in the hot water before making its way to a cylindrical flesh orifice. Sensing a source of male hormones inside the limb, the slug swam into this. Bennell felt a tickle in his foreskin but was a little aroused by it. Soon, his urethra seemed to stretch, as if he was climaxing backwards. Yawning, he opened his eyes and saw his bulge. At first, he laughed but then he noticed a black tail stuck in his tip, it was moving inside his dick! “AHH!” Miles wanted to grab his penis to stroke and cum the thing out of his cock, but someone jumped in his bath, without a warning.
“Romero! What the fuck are you doing?!”
“I’m just ending this stupid rivalry between us, Miles. Soon my brother will be inside you and you will love this.”
“Are you insane? UNG! Pleeease, stop thiiiiis! NOOOO!”
Miles tried to move, but the coach was restraining his arms. Consequently, he could only groan and yell as the black slug crawled through his buff physique and reached his brain.
“NNNG?! THIS IS MY BODY! ARRGGHH!”
After a few convulsions, the Art Teacher stopped fighting and grabbed the coach, kissing and hugging him.
“Brother, you old bastard! I knew you would revive our specie!” Miles shouted, with a cocky smile.
“So, this is the behavior you desire? You talk like an old frat bro.” Willis whined, yet turned on by this.
“Hey, my host’s body fits well this douchy macho attitude, don’t you think?”
The two grown men ravenously kissed each others, but Miles pushed Willis away.
“Could you wait inside my bedroom? I have something to release.”
“I could help you with that.” The coach suggested, as he groped his lover’s pecs.
“That’s the issue, my body is still kinda straight. So I’ll jerk off thinking about a hot chick getting banged by a burly guy to make him gay… Yeeaaah, I can feel my host starting to become bi.”
“Hmm, no hard feelings. I’ll be jerking off too, I guess.”
Pretty disappointed, Willis walked to the bedroom where a saw a large mirror. The coach was already toned, but his body was now infested by parasites, so he was even more gorillalike. He could hear the moaning from the bathroom as his hand travelled on his brawny torso.
“Hey, you’re starting, without me?” Miles said, leaning against the door trim.
“I thought that your host was still straight?”
“Hey, just teasing my brother. Now, let’s start some bros-bonding.”
Miles walked closer to Willis, ogling at him with a burning desire and bounced his big pecs.
“Jeez bro, you buffed up this skinny coach body.” Miles said as he pawed his brother. “I remember that my host used to be bigger than yours before we possessed them.”
“Perhaps, but now the alpha male is the coach, I’m the prime and only breeder after all.” Willis defended himself, also fondling his partner. “What’s that tattoo on your arm? It makes you look like a faggot.”
“You’re just jealous. This tattoo is the grunting maw of a pit-bull.” Miles proudly showed his tattoo as he flexed his bulky bicep.
“So you think that you’re the top dog in this town?” Willis said, as he chewed Miles’s vigorous bicep.
“Hell yeah! Bro. Like you said, you’re the breeder, you’re like the fucking main pussy of our specie.”
“You’re sure? Let’s see who’s gonna be top then.”
Showing off his pecs, Miles announced “Come baby, let’s fuck.”
Willis jumped on him and tried to shove his dick inside him, but the Art Teacher resisted. So Willis started to suck and bite his nipples, to distract him.
“URggh! Nice, but I won’t let you touch my ass!” Miles groaned.
“You still think that you’re an alpha male? Look at your body, fucking hairless, it’s like you have no testosterone you queer.”
Miles was vexed, but then he pushed Willis and he was now on top of him.
“And? You got a fine bush but you don’t even know how to bark.”
Miles started to bark before chewing Willis’s neck who was taken by the pleasure. Accidentally, he let his butts unprotected, which allowed Miles to pushed his dick inside him.
“HMMmrgggh!” Willis groaned, trying to pull Miles’s boner out of his boycunt.
“Come on you bitch, I know you want to scream for me!”
Miles kept thrusting, faster at each minute, while Willis was beginning to concede his alpha title to him. Willis had to push Miles, if he came inside him, Miles would become the chief of the parasite colony. Coiling his thighs around Bennell, Willis began to bounce his ass on Miles’s fuckstick.
“OOhh, you slut finally understand who is the alpha…”
Close to the orgasm, Miles was lost in his lust. All of a sudden, Willis turn them over and was now on top of Miles again. Miles was forcing himself to cum, but Willis pinched his Bennell’s nipples which gave him the opportunity to free his ass, moist by some precum. Then, he twisted Miles’s nipples who yelled and unintentionally opened his boycunt for Willis. Ramming his hard staff into it, Miles tried to repel the coach, but he was taken over by the pleasure. The two former straight adults were now both reduced to panting and moaning sexual beasts. While Miles was trying to hide his enjoyment of being a bottom, Willis was obviously overexcited and cocky about being the top, as he bragged about this.
“See?*hump!* I am the fucking alpha male here! *hump!* UNNG! I can feel it coming… *hump!* AAARRRGGGHHHHHHH!”
Reaching a peak of dominance and ineffable bliss, Willis finally climaxed, rocketing a humongous amount of manjuice inside Miles. Covered in sweat, the coach lifted his arm and sniffed his hairy armpit before stuffing his partner’s face in it.
“Smell it, whore, this is how a real man’s scent.”
Miles wanted to not show it, but he was indeed mesmerized by this odor. Willis forced the Art Teacher to also lift his arms. Unlike Miles, they were shaved.
“You know bitch.” Willis started. “You got a buff body, you’re a bull like me. However, you’re a bald bull, shaving yourself like a prude pussy.”
“Hey! You’re the one who gave me this shaved faggot as a host!”
“Stop whining… *Sniff* Yeah, your pits aren’t that bad, I can some masculine hormones amongst your fucking estrogen.”
“Stop it would you… *Blush*. So, there’s gotta be a reason for giving me this queer as a vessel, right?”
“Indeed. Our sons, they’re both in the same College… And I heard that they were rivals, just like our hosts.”
“Ooh. Hm. Yeah, I can now fully use my host’s memory, my son is a quarterback… For humans, quarterbacks are a symbol of masculinity.” Miles added.
“Yeesss. And my host is the coach of the College football team. So, let’s show these young pussies who are the real alpha males here, shall we?”
The two possessed men smirked maliciously at each other before making out again. The tranquil neighborhood, filled by manly roars, ignored that a foreign lifeform was now threatening its usual “straight” life.