Cole Blue has gained a reputation as one of our team’s star players. He’s also one of our most experienced club members; he’s trained with the best of the best here at the facilities. So, when it was suggested that I take him under my wing, I genuinely wondered why I, Coach Navarro, hadn’t been asked sooner. Before taking him in I did my standard evaluation. He revealed to me that he had had some trouble focusing as of late; he claimed he’d been pushed to his physical limit and there wasn’t much left for him to learn when it came to the field. Now this gave me an idea—if Cole felt that his physical limits had peaked, then perhaps we could start training his mental state .He did not reject the suggestion of my unorthodox approach for his next training session. We set up an appointment for that very afternoon. My excitement of our meeting didn’t hit me until I had started to undress for a shower before starting our training session; my mind lingered to all the times I'd passed him in the shower, wishing to inspect his body at a closer and more intimate level. Cole had a slightly thicker build that set him apart from all the other boys. He towered over them, and looked like an alpha among the boys. I pictured his dick slowly bouncing as he walked over to the changing room. In my fantasy, the water dripping off his flaccid cock left a trail to his locker. The thought of the water even touching his cock made me thirsty; I would consider scooping up some of those drops just for a taste of him. Suddenly, the clang of a locker snapped me out of my fantasy. I found myself standing in a cloud of steam with my cock throbbing harder than it had ever throbbed. I grabbed the head for a little relief. I knew if I were to stroke myself a few more times in that locker room I would’ve alerted the whole gym with my moans. I decided to quickly get dressed as my throbbing cock settled back into its soft state. I pulled into my home to see Cole standing outside on my porch. He had a big grin on his face, like he had somehow known that just the idea of him almost sent me into a climax earlier. Once we were settled inside, though, that smile was tampered by a sort of nervousness when I told him the full details of this session. I would employ a type of gentle hypnosis—but assured him that I would be taking good care of him and there was nothing to worry about. His hesitance faded as soon as he laid back on the couch. He nestled his large form until he was comfortable and I directed him with my voice...