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Of course you are, jock. There’s no way I’ve already transformed you into a a dumb jock.
“I ain’t dumb, Coach!”
And there’s no way you’ll begin taking off your clothes as you chat with Me.
“Why would I do that Coach? Oh my jacket? That’s just cuz it’s hot in here Coach. Still kinda warm in this joint. Dude, do you have your heat on in September? Maybe I should strip down more. You don’t mind, do ya, Coach?”
“Fuck, Coach, you’re talking so fast I don’t understand whatchya are sayin’. Was it important Coach? Cuz this boner is startin’ to feel really important. Like I need to take care of it.
The words are not left important as you focus right on that pleasure, left unable to resist as you begin to stroke right along until you are left needing to sit down and relax right for me. That’s it, jock, just nice and slow right along that dick until you are left getting so sleepy.
As I woke him, Angus couldn’t help but feel excited. “You really think this will work, Coach? I mean, I am getting hard just thinking about!,” he said as he took off his pants and felt his bulge through his boxers.”
Only one way to find out, I replied.
Since we were in the privacy of his place, I didn’t see the harm in a bit of roleplay. Actors put on different accents all the time. But as he felt up his body and expressed desire to stay that way forever, I wondered if there was anything I could do. Acting for a film or stage production is one thing, but acting that way all the time was another.
Finally an idea hit Me.