"So, I'm irresistable, am I, Marc? And you want me to hold your balls forever?" Simon asked advancing on Marc.
"Oh, no, Simon, I-uh, oh, get away from me, we're both dudes!"
"Yeah, but I'm the jock stud, aren't I, pussyboy?"
"Ye-e-e-ssss, sir," Marc sobbed trembling nervously. The pheromones that Simon was sweating were having a powerful affect on Marc. Silently, he reminded himself that in less than 24 hours, Simon will be an article of clothing: a smart jock that will allow the wearer to access the smart jock's intelligence. Already, the members of the football team wearing former geeks as jocks had raised their scores an average of 20 percent. He just had to fight it, he thought, or at least make sure nobody else ever found out, after all Simon was really hot!
"Man, I am so horny, I'd prefer to plug Melissa, but as they say any hole in a hormone storm. So on your knees and get ready to blow me, pussyface!"
"Yes, Simon, just promise me you won't tell anybody, please!"
"Just say, "YAAAAAH", and depending on how well you do, I'll think about it,okay?"
Marc gulped, and answered, "YA-AAAAAAAAAAAAH-oompf."
"Oh, yeah! You sure you never done this before, Marc-o, ooooh, yeah, oooh, oooh, ooooooh, man. Wow, you sure know how to use your tongue!"
Marc couldn't believe he was doing this, but the musky aroma of Simon's crotch was making him incredibly amenable and horny himself.