Give in to desire

"Well that should last you the day. Just bring them back tomorrow when you come back to work and give them back." Your mind could barely process what he had said it was moving a mile a minute. You don't know why but you felt extremely aroused by the situation. Your eyes glazed over in lust.

"I could thank you now coach Johnson" You say with a devious grin and little control over your actions anymore.

"Thank me, how?" Johnson looked confused.

"I could thank you by letting you fuck my ass." You voice got even deeper than Mr. Milkens. Coach look back with a look of both fear and lustful desire.

"I ain't no faggot," coach says, now with a twinge of fear.

"We shall see," You say flipping coach around and plopping him on the toilet. He looks like he is resisting, but to no avail. You pull his shorts down and rub your face against his jock. You don't know what has come over you all of a sudden. Are you really doing this? You pull down the coach's jockstrap and his hard cock springs to life. "Someone's happy to see me,"

"Stop what... unghhh... fagg... ohhhhuhnnng," he protests as you begin to suck his dick.

"You want to fuck me. You can't resist." You say in-between sucks.

"I can't...I can..." Coach says loosing touch in the lust. You stand up and pull your newly acquired pants down. Using your hand to guide coach's cock, you slip it inside your tight ass.

“You’re too weak to resist me, Coach. My hole is making your dick feel too good for you to even dream of resisting. You've given in to the tightness and warmth. Feel your former self fading each time I lower myself back down onto your meat. Your former straight self is fading. This cock was never meant for pussy. It was meant to fill asses and mouths. You hated faggots so much because you want to be one, right Johnson?"

"Yes, Mr. Milken,"

“Tell me what you want!”

“No pussy! Just asses and mouths! I want to fill up men with my cum.” Johnson exclaimed as he bit his lip in excitement and curled his toes from the sensation crashing through his mind, body, and soul.

“Are you some straight homophobic piece of shit wasting his cock on cunt?”

“Never! I’m a fucking gay top!” Johnson said as he began to squirm from the pressure building in his balls.

You in Mr. Milken's body began riding him faster and even more powerfully, making his Coach Johnson moan and writhe around.

“Are you grateful?” You demanded as he saw the look of pure ecstasy on the formerly straight man, but the voice isn't yours or Mr. Milken's. Its someone else's entirely.

“YES!!! YES Mr. Milken!!! I'm UNNNNNggG so Thank UNNNGGGGl!!!! Thank you!!!” Coach Johnson shouted in a fog of lust as his dick began rocketing load after load of his hot seed deep into his you. You cum as well, shooting your mammoth load on top of Johnson. The coach looks up at you with hungry eyes and makes out with you while sliding his still hard dick in and out of your ass.

"What did I just do?" You think to yourself, "I just fucked coach Johnson in Mr. Milken's body and somehow turned Johnson gay?" You hadn't planned on doing this, you just felt like your body was overcome by some powerful ****...like as if you were taking the back seat. Was that Mr. Milken? or was that something else entirely, something darker and more sinister.

You put back on the clothes that Coach had lent you, wiping off the cum that had sprayed on both your naked body and the clothes. Dang they had really made a mess. Coach didn't seemed to have as much trouble though. In minutes he had cleaned up and before he left, he turned around to you. He leant in and licked some cum off your cheek and then gave you a wink before leaving.

At that point you feel your body deflate, you look down and see you've turned back to normal.

"whew, that's a relief," you think.