Voretober Day 14: Guest

The Saint Pendle University swim team tumbled off the bus after a long journey. Coach Vigon checked off names on his tablet, satisfied, then tucked it back into his bag. “Alright folks. Just grab what luggage is essential for the night, this is a one night layover, not a vacation. You don’t need it all. I’ll go grab the keys, then give you your room assignments.”

They were already all occupied with good natured gossip and stretching their muscles after a whole day in uncomfortable chairs, so Vigon only got a few, bored acknowledges. He rolled his eyes, then left them to it. They were old enough to handle themselves for five minutes, god willing.

The reception was an old fashioned thing with threadbare brown carpet and vinyl walls. There was no one manning the desk. He frowned. What had the university been thinking, booking this place?

“Hello?” He called out. Then he hit the bell for good measure. He tapped his foot and waited.

Finally, a door slammed somewhere off in the distance, and a woman appeared a while later. She smiled in the surprised way people often had when they first saw him. “Hello, Sir. How can I help you?”

“I have a booking. Saint Pendle university swim team.”

She smiled, and not so subtly adjusted her cleavage a little as she sat down. “Yes, Sir. I’ll just check the system.” She tapped at the keyboard for only a moment. “I found it.” She gave a sweet smile. “Ten beds. I’ll just grab the keys.”

“Did you mean ten rooms?” Vigon frowned.

“No?” She turned back and checked the computer with a puzzled expression. “It definitely says here, ten beds. Five twin rooms.”

“We booked ten twin rooms.”

Her smile slipped. “I’m sorry sir, but the reservation is definitely for ten beds. Let me check the emails.” She shook her head. “I have it here - an email from your university. Ten beds. I can show you if you…”

Vigon cut her off. It was rude, but he was frustrated. “No, nevermind. I trust you.” He ran a hand through his hair with a groan. What was he going to do? “I have nineteen men out there, do you have any other rooms free?”

“No, Sir. The rest are booked out for some traveling salesmen heading to a convention.”

“Shit. Where are they gonna sleep? Can they double up?”

“I’m not really allowed to do that. Fire regulations, you know.” She winced, like she could see her hopes of hooking up with the handsome coach going down the drain.

“No, no. I understand.” Vigon grimaced. “These salesmen, do you think they might be able to share, make some room?”

“They’re already two to a room as well.” She frowned. Then she brightened, her cherry red lips in a wide smile. “Oh, but Sir, the salesmen - they’re FuseBox representatives. Perhaps…”

Vigon wrinkled his brow. “I see what you mean.” It wasn’t the worst idea he’d heard. “Can you find one of them and ask if they have a box with them?”

“Of course, Sir.” She hurriedly swept out of the office. It wasn’t long until she came back with a slim man in a shirt and tie.

“Mr Vigon…” The man began.

“Coach, please.”

“I’m Darrel, Coach Vigon, I heard you had a problem I might be able to help with.”

Vigon pursed his lips. “The lovely lady said you might have a FuseBox with you.”

The man nodded effusively. “As it happens, we do. What do you need it for?”

“It seems there was a miscommunication, and we only have half as many rooms as we need for my swim team….”

“I see how I might be able to help then.” The man grinned as he got the idea. “I can definitely help you out. Cost free, as a gesture to a man in a pickle.”

“That would be wonderful.” Vigon grinned. Thank god for small mercies. “How long till can you have it set up? My guys are really looking forward to a good night’s sleep.”

Darrel considered it for a moment. “Give me fifteen, and I’ll be ready.”

“Great, thanks. I’ll let them know.” Vigon shook Darrel’s hand, then the receptionist’s too. He gave her a wink as he left the office.

Now to break the news to the guys. He strode towards the milling group of men, and cleared his throat. No one paid attention to him. He growled and slapped his hands for silence. That got them. “Alright guys, I have some good news and some bad news… The bad news is the university fucked up and didn’t book enough beds.”

A chorus of groans went up.

“The good news is, by complete luck, there is a group of travelling salesmen staying here. They’re FuseBox salesmen, and they’re going to let us use their box, completely free of charge, to fix our problem.”

Another chorus of groans. “Aw, coach. I don’t wanna merge.” Mikey whined.

“Well, tough shit. Now, pair up or I’ll pick for you and you won’t like it.” He said it with enough bite that the threat was real. He’d knock heads if they screwed around. He was a tough coach, but fair. “Phoenix, come here.” He added.

Phoenix froze, and his shoulders fell. He strode over to Vigon, even though his body language screamed kicked puppy. He thought he was in trouble.

Vigon dropped a big hand on Phoenix’s shoulder and guided him away from the group. As soon as the receptionist had suggested the idea, he’d realised something - there were ten beds, nineteen members of the team, plus him. He was going to have to use the FuseBox too.

Vigon had had his eye on Phoenix for a while. He was a promising swimmer, sure, but he was also a great guy. And smoking hot. If he hadn’t been a student, Vigon would’ve seduced him into bed the first day he joined the team. His abs were incredible, and his bright ginger hair and freckles were cute as fuck.

He’d been considering offering Phoenix an assistant coach job when he graduated, but it looked like he was about to graduate straight to the top job.

“Phoenix, I’d like you to fuse with me.”

Phoenix’s eyes widened and his mouth opened a little. “Me, Coach? Are you sure? I mean, Duke is bigger, and Marley is definitely smarter. You’d get more benefit from them -”

“Shut up Phoenix.”

“Yes, Coach.” Phoenix smiled a little.

“Let me lay it out real simple for you. You’re a good guy, handsome, attractive, and coach material. I was gonna offer you a job at the end of your degree. Also, I’ve seen your dick in the showers, and it makes mine look like a toothpick.”

“Yes, Coach.” Phoenix glanced down to my groin.

There was a horrible scrape of wheels and metal, and a clunk. Then Darrel’s voice. “Hey, Vigon, not to interrupt, but the box is ready.”

Vigon turned around. Sure enough, two other salesmen were with Darrel, panting as if they’d run a marathon, and there was a FuseBox on the pavement, with a power cord running back towards the motel.

“Right, if you haven’t found a pair, you better fucking hurry up.” Vigon roared.

The men still milling around suddenly found their sense of urgency.

“Good. Darrel, anything we need to know?”

“Uh.” Darrel rubbed the back of his neck. “Nah, not really. It’s pretty standard. You just need to undress, and ZAP, it fuses you.”

“Alright.” Vigon clapped Phoenix on the back. “Alright, this is it. It was nice knowing you Phoenix.” Vigon started to strip off. He tossed his clothes in a rough pile - shirt, jeans, socks, jockstrap and shoes. He stretched and groaned as his tired muscles reminded him how uncomfortable the bus ride had been. His cock was up hard.

“You too coach.” Phoenix hurriedly undressed as Vigon did.

Vigon gave him a once over. He’d seen all his players naked in the showers, but that was always just a quick glance. He’d never had a moment to really admire Phoenix’s body. His abs were hard and smooth, his whole body shaved below the neck. Even the pubes were waxed. It made his cock and balls look even bigger, and they were a showstopper normally. Thick and heavy, the balls hanging low in the smooth sack, his cock head peaking just out of the foreskin. There was a black and white tattoo of his namesake over his right pec.

Vigon marched over to the FuseBox and climbed into the tight chamber. It was about the size of a phone box, one of the more generous FuseBoxes he’d seen, but he wasn’t small and Phoenix, while thinner, was tall. It was going to be a tight fit.

Phoenix looked at him for a moment, until Vigon growled, then he stumbled over and squeezed himself in as well. Their cocks rubbed together, which made Vigon shiver with pleasure.

“Sorry about the hardon, Coach.”

“Shut up Phoenix.” Vigon said, with no hardness in his tone.

Zap.

He stepped out of the booth. Damn, this model worked fast. Nothing like the old ones where the guy slowly merged together. One minute there had been two of him and now there was just one. He ran a hand down his brawny chest. The feeling of hair was both familiar and unfamiliar. His hand cupped his balls. They were obscenely big. It was lucky he was going to be coaching, not competing, because those things would make some serious drag.

He straightened up. Right, he was the coach now. His cock could wait, even though it was begging to be touched. “Harrison and Smith, git your asses in the box.” He roared at the closest pair.

The two young men hurried over to the box with a backwards glance.

Zap.

Smith’s dark skin dominated Harrison’s creamy tone. His hair had Smith’s curls too, but the curve of the nose was all Harrison. Had Harrison’s blue eyes too. The new man hurried out of the box.

That was right, he needed a name. Neither Hans Vigon and Phoenix Jeska felt right anymore. Phoenix’s tattoo was still there, and Vigon had hated his first name. Phoenix Vigon? He liked that.

One of his players approached. A young guy called Jayden. “Coach Vigon…”

“It’s Coach Phoenix now. What’s up?”

“Uh, me and Heath and Luke, all three of us, we’re dating, and it felt unfair for just two of us to fuse. So we were wondering if we could do a threeway fuse?”

Phoenix rubbed his chin. “That’d leave Saul without a fuse partner, you realise? He’d be at a disadvantage as the only non-fused guy on the team.”

“Yeah, I know, Sir.”

“First off, let me ask - “ Phoenix turned abruptly. His hard cock slapped his thigh. “Darrel, can your box handle three way merges?”

“It can.” Darrel nodded.

Zap. Rhodes and Hamilton had just become one person.

“Alright. Let me talk to Saul.”

Jayden nodded, then shot an encouraging smile back to his two boyfriends.

Phoenix found Saul at the back of the group, the poor guy looking miserable for his lack of partner.

Saul blanched as he approached. He was a big guy, but he had no self confidence. He shrunk into himself as Phoenix got closer. “Coach - I’m real sorry, I tried to find a partner, but I was slow, and I totally thought Jayden would wanna but -”

Phoenix dropped a big hand on Saul’s shoulder and squeezed it. “It’s fine. Jayden wants to fuse with his boyfriends, but he knows that’ll leave you out. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, totally. I wouldn’t wanna mess up their relationship.” Saul said.

“Right.” Phoenix gave Saul a once over. He was new to the team, which didn’t help matters. Guys didn’t know him, so they naturally gravitated to merging with partners they knew better. But he was a good guy from everything Phoenix had seen. “I know how to solve this. Strip off, and come with me.”

Saul nodded like a bobble head as he shed his clothes. He had a nice body, waxed like the rest of the swimmers, his skin a few shades darker than white. A tattoo on his right pec, a curling kind of abstract tribal pattern. Phoenix’s eyes slid lower. He whistled. Saul’s cock was thick, cut, the mushroom head plumping up a bit.

He turned and marched back to the front of the now much-smaller group. Three more couples had gone through the FuseBox.

“Jayden, you have my permission to merge with your boyfriends.” He called out.

Jayden grinned and grabbed Heath and Luke in a quick hug. “Thank you Coach!” He shouted. The three of them wasted no time squeezing into the FuseBox, like they thought Phoenix might change his mind.

Zap.

The machine had evened out all of their traits. The resulting man didn’t look much like any of the three of them, but you could see it if you squinted. Jayden’s freckles were there, Heath’s broad shoulders had made him much bulkier than either Luke or Jayden. Luke’s uncut cock had won over both Heath and Jayden’s circumcised ones.

Phoenix clambered into the FuseBox again. “Saul? Come here.”

“Coach?” Saul’s eyes widened, but he wasted no time joining him. His thick cock brushed against Phoenix’s longer one. Their broad chests pressed together.

Phoenix breathed in Saul’s scent.

Zap.

This was interesting. Saul / Phoenix looked down at his body. Saul’s circumcised cock meant he was now cut, which was a new feeling. His cock was even thicker, maybe a tiny bit shorter. It was still a monster. Vigon’s body hair, which had been prominent in the last merge, had receded a little. Just a happy trail, curly pubes and armpit hair, and hairy thighs. Saul’s tattoo sat next to Phoenix’s, both pecs now happily tatted.

Phoenix / Saul stepped out of the box to make way for another couple, and ran his hands through his red curls. Against all odds, Phoenix’s bright red hair had survived this merge too. Name was an interesting question. He couldn’t work out how to combine Phoenix and Saul in a way he liked.

Maybe it was time for a new one all together. Biologically, he was probably closer to Phoenix and Saul’s age than Vigon’s fourty four, so he basically had a new lifetime to enjoy. Might as well reinvent himself. He wet his lips.

A memory sat there. He wasn’t sure which man it had come from. Classics class, so it must’ve been Phoenix or Saul. Maybe both of them. A story of a myth.

“Coach Phoenix…” Jayden / Heath / Luke came up to them.

“Call me Coach Adonis. What can I help you with?”

“I just wanted to say thank you.” Jayden / Heath / Luke said with a smile.

“No worries.” Adonis slapped him on the back. “Right, if everyone is fused, I want to fucking sleep. Get your asses in bed. And you better be quiet if you jerk off, much as I know you all wanna right now.”

That got a startled laugh from the men. They weren’t used to this new, younger Coach, but they’d learn.

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