First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added; though delayed by a week due to travels and wanting to promote the new himbofication file. More files coming soon. Original version of this story here.
You find yourself letting go more. Simply letting go of all those inhibitions. Letting go of all that stress. Just so ready for a simple life, with a simple mind, and a simple job perfect for a body like yours.
And so it continued until I awoke the sexy young stud, now a horny fitdimwit ready to show off for Me. “Yo Coach! I’m gonna book a gig down at the strip joint. Wanna see my moves?” The lad stood up and buttoned his jeans back up, only to begin undoing them again – this time sexily dancing as he did.
“Dammmmn Coach, strippin’ for you has my cock on fire!” The dumbed-down twunk rubbed his thick dick through his red underwear as he spoke to Me. “Show’s not over yet.”
With everything removed but his briefs – his socks the last to go before that – Petra then began stroking his cock for Me. He was getting into the thought of giving Coach a special private show, and I decided to take advantage as I placed him back down into trance.
Soon every stroke was taking him deeper and deeper, shifting his intelligence more and more into his dick.
Muscle is hard. Thinking is hard. Your dick is hard. Think with your dick. Make those muscles hard. Make other men hard. No need to think about it. Your hard body makes men hard.
As Petra woke up still stroking his cock, he felt more lust for Me than he had ever felt for anyone in his life. He quickly pulled down his briefs as he finally stripped away the last of his inhibitions, but the overly aroused jock kept stroking his cock as he chatted with his Coach.
“Fuck, Coach, dunno why I keep jackin’ cuz it’s my hole that needs pounding.
You gotta a bed or sling where I can put my legs up like this for ya, Coach?”
The above is fantasy, with the sexy photos courtesy of the now-defunct PictureThis!