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!
Todays’ Flashback Friday features an Anonymous contribution. Have a talent to share? You can contact Coach about trading for existing recordings. Coach has added to the story a bit as part of adding to Flashback Fridays.
A pair of gorgeous, topless, muscled studs romping in the woods — it was some kind of gay middle earth fantasy come true. One hiking, one near a stream about to swim. Both with tattoos. A swimmer wearing flip flops to frame his perfect feet. A macho hiker with a sexy beard and a lustful gaze. Well defined abs as far as the eyes could see.
And asses! Well-muscled, bubble asses. Perfectly tanned asses. These men were each excellent specimen of both species and gender. A construct, sure, but they were well-constructed.
Zandros and Bruno find each other hot. How could they not? They have fantasy bodies that look at home in a wooded wilderness. Their masculine scents are equally at home in the fresh airy scent of the forest. Each has a musk that helps to drive the other wild. In the woods, they feel wild, ready to give in to their base instincts.
And they have perfect cocks for sucking, a fact they are know finding out. The two muscled wood goblins push aside the obvious middle earth parallels and decide to get down to business. They simply must have each other. Those cocks must be devoured.
A secluded backdrop serves the two hunks well as they non-bashfully strip their minimal garments to reveal full granite bodies tanned from near-naked lifestyle in the hot day’s sun. Both Zandros and Bruno are fully erect and clearly in heat. They begin tongue-polishing the other’s cock at an animal-like cadence.
There are no words needed as each alpha knows what he must do – just as the other animals pack hunt, groom, and mate – these two must provide sexual sustenance to their forest equal. Both men are there to commune with nature and bring the other to fulfilled ecstasy among the lesser creatures, earth, wind, and water.
They take turns ravaging each other’s bodies and cocks. All other thoughts have emptied from their mind. They are as animals now. Wild. Primal. Doing what is natural.