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The first Fridays of the month feature a flashback story. This month’s was previously available only to Bronze+ Patrons but is now available for all.
With roommates like you, you have an advantage of having a buddy to help hold you accountable – but that only works if at least one of you is indeed dedicated enough to keep you both on track. What’s even better is if we both make you more dedicated to working out than ever before, and Coach knows a few tricks to help with that.
First, let’s start with imagining your ideal physiques. Physiques that you would be pleased with, and that you might not mind your roommate seeing either if you were to be shirtless in your place together.
After all, I bet you know deep down that part of your desire for muscle is because you love how it will simply make you feel more attractive in the eyes of others. And since you will be seeing your roommate every day, you’ll especially start to feel a compulsion to make him proud of your progress.
That’s right. Not only will you be working out for yourselves, but you’ll also be working out for each other.
The more you workout together, the more attracted to each other you become. You already feel your lust for each other’s muscles growing and growing as you stroke those hardening dicks for Coach, thinking of each other’s increasingly hard bodies. It helps you to further encourage each other, to push each other, to hold each other accountable. You will work out together because you both want to make each other proud of your results. And when you work out together, it helps to push you in ways that you never knew possible.
“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?”