About the Author:
Kyle Cicero is a native of the NYC metro area. When not thinking up new tales he spends his time discovering novel aspects of gay life in the ever changing city that he calls home. This work is the first in a series of stories that he began on a bet from a friend where he explores the varied areas.
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“Now what is it you want precisely, Paco?” I inquired as the handsome baseball player sat nervously in my office. I had received a surprise request from the star player seeking a private meeting after office hours. He came an hour early causing me, most reluctantly, to turn off my computer and thus miss more of the latest cam show put on by Toby, a strikingly buff young blonde, on his hot web site. I hated to miss seeing the erotic young hunk’s raw performances of varied sex acts with supposedly ‘straight’ young men strapped for cash. However, the things we must do as a counselor, I thought to myself, as I adjusted my pants to be less indiscrete before my client. Besides Paco was a true wet dream in the flesh and his occupation as a baseball player and well known and notorious reputation as a heterosexual serial womanizer only added to my interest. “It’s this way doctor,” he said softly with a hint of discomfort. His sexy brown eyes shifted avoiding contact as he tried to get out what he had to say while his muscular six foot torso squirmed in the chair causing his tight jeans to bunch up quite nicely in the crotch area to show off an impressive bulge. It was obvious that whatever he wanted was personally embarrassing. However, finally he took a deep breath and got it out. “I’ve always been the main star player wherever I played. The other guys on my team had always deferred to me before but now I ah...” his voice trailed off. “You and they, following your lead now, defer to another star player.” I helpfully added, “it’s throwing off your confidence level and thus your game, correct, to be...shall we say submissive.” The well-built jock cringed at the last word then swallowed and looked directly at me to nod. “I’ve heard...well rumors are around that you can do so something to a guy to...” “Correct a problem,” I smiled to the still fidgeting athlete. A light sweat soaked through his tight tee shirt giving me a nice view of his defined pectorals. He caught me gazing at them and self consciously reached up to pull at the material so it would not cling so suggestively. A blush came to his cheeks and he swallowed and then simply nodded in reply to my answer. My sources had indicated that the young hunk had been making some inquires about my skills. He wasn’t fully knowledgeable as to what I precisely did to my athlete clientele but he knew that something happened to make them pliable to their coaches.
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