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.

He took to my words instantaneously, like he needed them. He sunk into my hypnosis and revealed what was on his subconscious mind; his hands rubbed under his shorts with his eyes closed. His face grew red as his cock started to rise in his shorts. I found my own hands also going towards my groin, as if his hypnosis was my own.

I directed him out of his shorts so I could finally get the intimate view of him that I had fantasized about. His hard-on was everything I had pictured it to be—huge, throbbing, the masterpiece of an alpha athlete. I was almost drooling as precum started dripping off the side of his cock. I scooped off a little bit for a taste. From that first moment that salty sweetness hit my tongue, any former state of mind I’d had shifted into pure carnal instinct. The attention I was giving to his cock snapped him out of his hypnosis and he found himself half naked, his throbbing cock out, and his head in a haze of confusion and desire.

The next moments were a blur of pleasure for us both. We took turns tasting each other's cocks, which must’ve lit some wildfire in him. He put himself inside me and pounded with power I was unprepared for. I felt like each plunge deep inside me was a dream reawakened.

I knew he was approaching his orgasm. He started to thrust himself harder into me, and eventually, he pulled out, moaned, and shot his hot load over my stomach. It felt sobering as he put his slick cock back inside my throbbing hole just to squeeze a few more pumps inside me. Dreams really could come true, I thought. All we needed to do is go deeper.