Ask Politely

Maybe Coach Johnson would take pity on you. Stranger things have certainly happened today.

"Coach Johnson!" You say through the stall. You hear Johnson shuffle in confusion.

"Yes, who is talking to me?" he responds cool but clearly irritated.

"Johnson, It's Mr. Milken. Some kids pranked me and stole all my clothes. Could you help me?"

"Milken is that you in the stall?" You hear footsteps come nearer.

"Yes it is me, but I'm naked so don't open the door." You hear Johnson press on the door. The stall doors had never been truly secure and if you really wanted to get in you always could. Johnson opened the door and looked down at your, well Mr. Milken's naked body.

{if Tyler = true}

You are on your knees in the stall, and you can tell he is looking at your ass. Some carnal urge inside you clouded your mind. You leant forward so your face was right in coach's crotch.

"Please let me borrow some clothes, I'm ****." with that your nestle your nose over his dick."

Coach Johnson's pants tent immediately.

"You're a fag Milken?"

"No, but I'm willing to do anything I need to." You begin mouthing coach Johnson's crotch. He lets out a slight moan.

"Alright man, you're lucky I put sweats over my shorts this morning. You can borrow the shorts."

"Awww thank you..."

"But in exchange, I fuck you till you can only crawl out of here."

"Deal" you say.

{else}

"Wowee, you ain't kiddin' there bud. You're buck naked. Here let me see if I can help out. I put on an extra layer this morning because it was a real cold one. Lets see if these work." Johnson took off his track pants to reveal a pair of gym shorts. He then handed me the pants and then took off his letterman jacket. As I put on the clothes, I could feel Mr. Johnson's warmth still on them. Your mind filled with thoughts. Devious thoughts.

{endif}