“Coach, I ‘m always so reserved. Uptight even. Always worried about my reputation. But I know that’s only because my dad has beat that into me – to not do anything that makes him look bad.
But I’m tired of it. I just want to let go and have fun. My dad’s an ass, so screw him and the tabloids. I want to just not care anymore. Can you help?”
Of course. Why don’t you go ahead and get comfortable…
Coach had invited the group to earn some extra credit by helping to paint his house. Two of the boys, Kip and Jensen, were typical skater stoners and it was no surprise to see they needed extra credit, or to see them giving in to their hormones.
But the others…. was it the paint fumes? Or the special music Coach had insisted would their productivity?
Sawyer had been shy. His dyslexia meant he struggled with school and it was hard for him to make friends.
Now, here he was – letting Kip give him a blow job. This wasn’t him.
But it felt good. It felt right. His long floppy hairy was perfect for… he wasn’t quite sure. He just knew he had the look.
But the real surprise was to see George there – he wasn’t the type to normally need extra credit. But Coach had agreed he could skip a week of gym if he helped out.
He wished he wasn’t wearing his glasses. He’d have to go get some contacts. Yeah, that’d be much better, he thought. He was tired of being called a four-eyed geek. But why was he a geek? He wasn’t that smart, was he? His mind started to muddle.
Whatever had made them so horny, Sawyer and George didn’t realize just how much their thoughts were changing. Their new friends had been so accepting of them. Maybe they weren’t such bad guys. Maybe it’d be fun to hang with them some more. Maybe it’d be nice to join up for a skateboarding session. Going for a sweet ride… that’d be so badass, man!
