Flashback Friday: Make the Grade

First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.

At first, I was skeptical about Coach’s program. Was he really hypnotizing the college’s jocks to be dumber – and is that really something I wanted to be part of? This nation is full of idiots as it is. And that offer to have the jocks suck me seemed like he was setting me up to get fired – professor/student relations in this day and age? And yet as we chatted, I started to feel much more confident in his plan for some reason. It was actually kind of relaxing. And that brings us to my visit from Tommy today. “Yo Teach, Coach put me on fitdimwit track. Says I gotta make the grade some ‘nother way.”

“Yes, Tommy. Coach told me to expect you. Let me get a bit more comfortable – but maybe first, I’ll help you to do the same.”

“Fuck yeah old man.” Ugh, I hated when they called me things like that, but so it was with some of these dumb jocks. Before I started undressing him, I pushed play on the track Coach had made for these encounters. I was to always play it at the start, and I could tell that Tommy was already becoming very relaxed – and increasingly hard.

Some times I zoned out a bit to the tracks too, but that had to be my imagination, right? I mean, I always enjoyed my chats with Coach but surely he had put in suggestions to just target the jock and not affect me too, right? After all, not all professors might be as agreeable to such an arrangement. Heck, I didn’t think I would have been, but Coach somehow convinced me it was the right thing to do. I had no idea doing the right thing would get me so turned on and hard too.

“That’s right, just as Coach taught you. The deeper you go down on my cock, the better your grade. So be sure to take it in deep now, because we both know there’s no way one of Coach’s dumb jocks could ever pass my class on their own.” I had made up that rule myself… at least I think I had, but sometimes my mind gets a bit fuzzy trying to remember the details. I sure was enjoying that rule now though; it really encouraged the jocks to go deeper on my cock.

Not that they cared that much about grades anymore, but making it a challenge made it something they couldn’t resist trying to prove themselves at doing.

“That’s it Tommy, take it all. I think you’re at least to a B, but can you work your way to an A? Or are we gonna have to earn that another way? You’re almost to B+, keep going.”

By the time they had sucked my cock so much, their own cocks were full and making them so very horny that they often were all too eager to let me fuck them too. What was it Coach said… their brains were in their dicks and they could cum them out? Well, that’s how I often ended things, coming out my brains onto their faces. Wait, did I say my brains? Fuck, I think that hypnosis is affecting me. Probably best not to think about it; I’d rather just think with my dick.