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That is until he saw an ad looking for new poolboys. He initially scoffed at the thought, but his curiosity seemed to get the better of him as he clicked on the link to watch an informational video about the opportunity. As he viewed it, he found himself opening up more and more to the idea that this might be something he actually did want deep down. Even the video said, This is the kind of fantasy you have probably had deep down – a fantasy of living a care-free life while living in a place of luxury. But what really made it seem like it could be more than a fantasy for him is the part that mentioned having room and board included. Even if it wasn’t as high of a salary as he could expect in his field, it was a salary that could go almost exclusively to paying off his loans – and then just to him.
He had still been attending classes at first, but they simply started to feel harder and harder. “This so isn’t worth it anymore.” He started to hit the gym for additional sessions instead during the day, while he found himself on the apps more at night. He just felt so horny all the time, as if the only things he could think about were muscle and sex. He didn’t remember much about the video chat interview he had with Coach, but it must have gone well as he soon selling off his things and putting up his apartment to sublet. He wouldn’t need them while going to the resort to train.
Though it was a little cold when he got to the resort, not being quite in season, he could tell he was going to enjoy a lot of time outdoors as it warmed up. It was beautiful! He didn’t even mind that he had to bunk with other poolboys. He didn’t need much, for it felt better to just focus on the simple things in life – and he knew he’d often be spending the night in guests’ rooms anyway.
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.
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.
“There’ll be other folks there too, right? This ain’t just some excuse to try and get me to suck your cock or somethin’, is it?” My hypnosis had helped him to accept my sexuality when I told him, but obviously he still had a ways to go at that point. “Nah man, there’ll be a few of us,” I lied. “Just drinkin’ beer and watchin’ pigskin like bros do.” When he arrived, I said that the one that was picking up the others had gotten a flat on his way, but they’d arrive soon.
Each week, I took things just a bit further – things like convincing him it was hot so let’s watch the game with our shirts off, progressing until being nude around each other seemed perfectly normal to him. I suggested that when we did watch the bits of the real game, he focused on how amazing those athletes looked with all that muscle and under all that gear. But most of all, as had been my plan all along, I slowly started to instill inside of him a desire to suck cock. Now, unaware of how programmed he already was, he had asked – seemingly of his own free will, as far he was concerned – to use my shower. A shower where I knew he would see the dildo I had left out. “Dude, what the hell is this?”