Sports Therapy - Myott Hunter - Chapter 1

Sports Therapy | Myott Hunter | Chapter 1

myott hunter Chapter 1 Sports Therapy

Coach Navarro & Myott Hunter

My name’s Draven Navarro and I’ve recently started coaching the baseball team at the local college. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for the longest time. I was a pretty talented sportsman back in the day and almost made it onto a minor-league baseball team. But the wrong injury at the wrong moment burst that particular bubble. But I was always so grateful for the opportunity to show what I was capable of.

Afterward, I decided ...[Read more]

Afterward, I decided it was time to give something back by seeing if I could help a few of the talented young sportsmen out there who are on the cusp of something special, but, for whatever reason, aren’t breaking through.

Lack of confidence will cripple the finest sportsperson. That little voice in your head which tells you that you’re not good enough will become a self-fulfilling prophecy if you don’t shut it down.

There’s a boy on my team called Myott, who’s an absolute case in point. He’s a brilliant, natural sportsman, but he has almost zero self-belief… and it’s holding him back. Now, I know a hell of a lot about sports psychology and there’s a pretty radical technique I’ve been wanting to try on him. It involves a very loose form of hypnosis and deep relaxation. Perhaps a better way to describe it would be as a form of positive visualization.

Myott agreed to come into my office for a session and I got him lying on the couch, breathing nice and deep for a while, before counting him down into a state of altered consciousness which enabled me to subtly encourage him to begin to think like a hero.

As I started to talk, I glanced down at his body and realized what a handsome boy he was. Beautiful blue eyes, tall, lithe. It struck me that the process of giving him more confidence as a sportsman would also revolutionize the way he behaved in other aspects of his life - the way he interacts with people - even the way he behaves in the bedroom.

And as that unhelpful thought bubbled up in my mind, I realized I was rubbing my thigh and knee and that I was suddenly feeling really horny! I could feel my dick swelling in my shorts…

I was fairly keen to see if what I was doing was having an effect on the boy, so I got him to do a few simple tasks to see how suggestible the treatment had made him. I kicked things off by asking him to rub his stomach, nice and slowly, and man, the sight of him running his hands over his torso made me so fucking hard!

I told him to relax and explore himself and his hand immediately went down into his shorts. I could see his dick swelling up and beginning to bulge, so I encouraged him to grab it and massage himself. He started moaning really gently, plainly in a state of deep sexual arousal, so I told him to remove his shorts and keep touching himself underneath his jock. It was a beautiful sight.

I don’t really know what came over me, but I felt myself reaching for the bottle of massage oil, which I squirted onto my hand… and then… I pushed my hand underneath his jockstrap and ran my oil-covered palm over his hard dick. He didn’t even flinch. He just continued to touch himself…

I pulled his dick out of his jock and rubbed and jerked it until it was rock hard and he was sighing, gasping and groaning.

Then I found myself putting it into my mouth. It tasted beautiful and I wanted every inch of it in my mouth. I wanted to please the boy. I wanted him to know how powerful he could be. And it suddenly struck me that, for a young man to embrace his innate power, he must first accept the magnificent potential of his groin.

I climbed on top of him and started to kiss him. His kisses were sensual. It turns out his sexual instincts are pretty much as good as his sporting prowess. I’m pretty sure he’s never been with a guy before, but when I took my shorts off, climbed onto the sofa and thrust my ass in the air, he immediately got between my legs, and shoved that sexy little tongue of his deep into my hole.

Within seconds I was wet and quivering uncontrollably, desperate to take whatever he wanted to shove up there. And it was like he could hear my thoughts because he was fairly speedily shoving his fingers up there.

I got him to sit back on the couch, and then slowly lowered myself down onto his dick. It all happened really naturally. I’m certain it was his first time but he just took everything in his stride. His cock was rock hard. I could feel it throbbing as I paused to get used to its size…

And then he started to thrust it up into me, real nice and slow - a proper masculine, grinding fuck - which felt about as good as any dick has ever felt inside me before. He was plainly having the time of his life and without wishing to blow my own trumpet, I’m sure the tightness of my ass muscles was a true revelation for him!

I got on all fours again so he could kneel behind me and fuck me properly. He grabbed the waistband of my jockstrap and got stuck right in. And lemme tell you, that boy’s perfect weapon was hitting all the right marks! I was making all kinds of involuntary crazy noises! And what’s more, with each stroke I could feel him gaining confidence.

Then he started going super hard and I could sense he was getting close. It felt vital that he shot his load into me. It’s part of the assumption of power. And then he yelled and I could feel it happening. I could feel his semen gushing into me. And I knew, at that moment, that his sporting career was going to take off!

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