This post was originally scheduled for March 17th, thus the references in the story, but for some reason it failed to post. So apologies for the technical error, but better late than never!
So, you think you’re a top, huh, jock? Just always been that macho guy that needs to be in control. And yet deep down, you know it’d feel so good to just let go. That’s right. Just let go of all that attitude and allow yourself to enjoy the pleasure of sexual submission. I can see you trying to resist, but think about what it is that is making that cock really pulse. Does it stir more when I have you imagine fucking a nice tight hole? Or does it stir more when you imagine another guy pounding you? That’s what I thought, jock. You know what truly stirs you deep down. And as you begin to strip off those clothes, you also begin to strip away all inhibitions. Just let all that resistance fade away.
Focus on that bottom right now. Simply relax your mind of all other thoughts as you start to think less and less about your dick, even as you think more and more with your dick – simply using it to think about that hole. It’s a hole that will feel so incredible when it’s stimulated, all you have to do is relax.
Relax your body. Relax your mind. Relax your hole. Relaxed and ready to be penetrated. Penetrated by My voice as you drift deeper into trance. Penetrated by dick as you imagine becoming that total bottom. You are a total bottom. And that bottom is about to become your most prized asset, emphasis on the ass.
You feel so lucky to be becoming your true self that you have always been deep down, and you can’t wait to get lucky with a top. After all, it is St. Patrick’s Day, and it’s just so fitting to convert you today into that bottom so that you can go out tonight in your green jockstrap and enjoy finding a nice hot Irish top. And something tells me you won’t have any trouble doing that, and I know you already feel so incredibly eager to bottom for him. Show Coach just how eager you already are for that. That’s a good bottom jock!
A week ahead of the actual holiday but Coach is out of commission a little longer than expected and relying on another Flashback Friday. This story was previously available only to Patrons and is now being made available to all.
Finbar was enjoying seeing his roommate nod off, his St. Patrick’s Day plans having worked. After all, when Kingston had opened up the e-mail from his buddy titled “Leprechaun Laughs,” he thought it would be some humor from his Irish-American roomie. Kingston had insisted it wasn’t worth celebrating, and now Finbar kept sending him more videos.
While some of them had been about Irish heritage, today it did indeed start as laughs… but soon he found himself feeling better to just let go. After a period of relaxation, Kingston stirred enough – as suggested – to return to the special video, now replaced with sexy images of Finbar. He stroked along as he listened with his subconscious.
Deep down, you know it is tradition you must be fucked if you don’t wear green on St. Patrick’s Day. And deep down, you want me to fuck you. That is the only reason you did not wear green today.
That’s what I thought, jock. You know what truly stirs you deep down. And as you begin to strip off those clothes, you also begin to strip away all inhibitions. Just let all that resistance fade away.
