“Coach, I’m tired of the big city. I feel like half my day is spent stuck in traffic jams, and by the time I get home I don’t feel like working out.
I want a simpler life. I don’t know what. Maybe something out in the country. Just away from it all, with more time to focus on my body.
Do you think you can help?”
I’ll do my best. Why don’t you go ahead and relax for me… and we’ll work on giving you a simpler life.
“Mighty fine of ya t’come visit me on th’ farm, Coach.”
You like it better than when you lived in the city then?
“City? I’ve allus lived in th’ country suh. Country fella through an’ through. Love workin’ hard on th’ farm an’ on mah muscle.”
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As my jock works your balls and licks that cock, you find it easy to just let go.
To just feel the pleasure of becoming simple.
Allowing yourself to become that simple woodworker you have longed to be.
You love having your wood worked over like this.
You love working wood over.
Remaining in that nice deep trance even as my jock now fucks you. And as you lay on that table, you not only feel that hard wood inside of you…
but also that wood beneath you. You feel as if you are absorbing it.
Absorbing the knowledge of how to work with wood.
And allowing your mind to become just a bit more dense. Just like that wood. You feel it against your hands. You feel it in your head. So very dense.
“Coach! Glad you stop by my workshop. Wanna show you I good with wood now. Me take your wood to thank you.”
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Strong Bodies. Weak Minds.
