Scott, the Former High School Jock

Scott and I walked through Manhattan. He was absolutely ecstatic with the news that he got a job in an esteemed kitchen in New York.

“We have the rest of the day”, I said, “what do you want to do?”

“I want to go and get drinks! In a gay bar! I’ve never been to one.”

“I love that idea!”, I said as I felt Scott reach for my hand to hold it. “Let’s go to the West Village!”

I knew the way to the nearest subway station, which was Franklin Street, only a minute away. Scott wouldn’t let go of my hand, which was adorable, but also a bit nerve-wrecking.

It was only three stops. We stood in the middle of the car and Scott was incredibly cuddly, putting his arm around my waist and his head on my shoulder. It seemed like he was under the illusion that in New York, anything goes. And maybe he was right. Yet it made me feel unsafe at times. I wasn’t used to this level of PDA. At the same time, I didn’t want it to stop, so I said nothing. But I needed to figure out what it was that made me so uncomfortable.

We got out at the Christopher Street station and walked hand in hand as we took a right. There were three dogs waiting outside the Dunkin’ Donuts who started wagging their tails simultaneously as we approached. Scott let go of my hand and crouched to pet all of them.

“Are you being good boys? Yes you are!”

I laughed. There was something so joyful about Scott, he was really making my life more fun. I was falling in love with him. And it was about time I tell him.

We crossed Bleecker Street and quickly noticed rainbow flags on both sides of the street. I thought Hangar Bar was a nicer place to just chill, so I took Scott in there. Inside, I decided to buy us both a glass of champagne to celebrate. Scott said he was so relieved, and asked me if I knew Francesco was going to give him a job.

 “I didn’t, but it also didn’t surprise me. He is someone who helps other people out, especially within the gay community. He is a great guy. So I knew if he could fit you in somewhere, he would.”

“You know the only downside to this?”, Scott suddenly said. “We are going to see less of each other.”

“That is true”, I admitted. “Though maybe I can switch my days around as well. I’ve been thinking about working Saturdays before, it might bring in more people. I haven’t because that means no partying on Fridays.”

Scott smiled.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll make it work.”

While Scott went to the bathroom, I quickly made a reservation at an Italian place nearby. He said he wanted to check out the other place across the street, so we also had a few drinks at Ty’s, which was quite a different vibe. When I went to the bathroom there, someone asked me if I was here with my boyfriend.

“Sort of”, I said.

“You are the cutest couple.”

I was actually quite touched.

“That is so nice, thank you!”

I told Scott it was time to leave Ty’s, as I had a surprise for him. I decided we would walk the 20-25 minutes to the restaurant. We walked back to where we came from and continued onto Stonewall Place. I started telling Scott what Stonewall was, but halfway through my story he cut me off and said, “That was here? I wanna go in!”

We had one drink in Stonewall, and I noticed Scott was getting a little tipsy. I also had a few drinks in me, but had switched to water two drinks ago. I realized we were going to be quite late for our reservation, so I said we had to leave.

“Do you promise we’ll come back?”

“I promise!”

We were back on our way, walking onto Greenwich Avenue and then 8th. Scott held my hand the entire way there. The walk was sobering him up ever so slightly. On Astor Place I took a second right onto Cooper Square, which I crossed, as well as 3rd Avenue. On 7th we passed the beautiful St. George’s Church. We crossed 2nd Avenue and I knew we were there when I saw the flag of the name of the restaurant on the right side of the street. He gasped.

“This is my surprise?”

He seemed so happy. I nodded.

It was a truly authentic Italian restaurant and Scott was absolutely loving it. We split a bottle of wine. I loved sitting across from him in a restaurant. There was just nothing better than to be able to look into his beautiful brown eyes as he ate his food, and to see how much he enjoyed it. When we finished the first course, I told Scott I was falling in love with him as well. I saw him get a tear in his eye. He halfway got up out of his chair to kiss me across the table. In the corner of my eye I could see people look at us, but for once I didn’t care.

I insisted it was my treat. We Ubered back and Scott fell asleep on my shoulder and remained that way for most of the drive. It had been an amazing day, but we were tired. When we got home, we fell asleep cuddling.

The next morning was a regular workday, which was quite a shame. Scott quite spontaneously insisted on coming with me to Brooklyn.

“I’ll entertain myself when you work. And we could have lunch together. I just don’t want to be by myself all day.”

Scott and I got ready together. We showered together and lathered each other up. Unfortunately there was no time for shenanigans, which resulted in both of us having to push our hard-ons into our pants and going to meet Dennis while horny. I felt my erection go down as I got in the car. During the car ride, Dennis asked if Scott was going to have a session today.

“We haven’t really talked about it”, I admitted.

“I assumed that’s why you came along”, Dennis said.

“I would definitely like to try it!”, Scott said enthusiastically.

After I had dropped Dennis off, it was quite the feeling to park the car in front of my practice on Strickland Avenue, get a kiss from Scott and to be told to have a good day. Jan, the elderly lady with childhood trauma, Brooks, the muscle guy who needed help getting over his divorce, and Michele, who wanted to work on her self-esteem, filled my morning. At lunchtime, Scott came to pick me up with a pizza box and drinks on top. We walked to Lindower Park, which was right across from my office and had a picknick. Something about this felt so right. As usual, I saw the band of his jockstrap sticking out over his jeans as he sat on the bench, and I let my head fall onto his shoulder.

“I’m so happy you came to work with me today”, I said.

“Me too!”, Scott said once he had swallowed the pizza in his mouth.

“Hey, don’t feel pressured to do a hypnosis session with me…”, I started.

“No, I want to!”, Scott said, “If you have time for me.”

“Sure, you can be my last session for the day at 4.”

“Cool. Thanks, babe”, he said as he kissed me. He tasted like tomato sauce.

After lunch I saw Gary, the handsome man in his 40s who had suffered sexual abuse, Ruby for her issues with insomnia, and Audry for her fear of flying. When I said goodbye to Audry, Scott was sitting in my waiting room like a good boy.

“Are you ready for me, doctor?”, he asked me with a big smile.

“Come on in, Mr Harvey”, I smiled back.

Before I put Scott under hypnosis, I had him talk about how PTSD is affecting his life. He said he was reliving traumatic experiences and having very realistic nightmares. He mentioned that when he hears a plane go overhead, he can feel his heart speeding up and he gets sweaty palms. And until recently he suffered from insomnia.

“Until recently?”

“You see, doctor, I think I can state that at this moment I have a boyfriend.”

“Do you now?”

“I think I could call it that, yes. And I’ve found that when he sleeps next to me, I can seek comfort with him. He relaxes me, especially at night, just by being there.”

My face was turning red, and I looked down. I knew Scott was loving this.

I brought Scott under hypnosis, and just like before he reacted very well to my suggestions. His eyelids fluttered as his body collapsed sideways in the chair. I tried some stress reduction exercises with him. I tried to find any other triggers he may have beside planes. But I didn’t find any during the session.

When he was deep enough, I asked him to recall one of the traumatic experiences. Because his entire body was relaxed, he could only mumble, but I could understand him. He talked about how his plane was shot down in Afghanistan. He had to use the ejection seat. He opened the parachute and got knocked unconscious when he landed in a tree. When he came to, he was hanging from his parachute and he could hear enemy troops approaching in the distance, looking for him. He had to run for his life.

Hearing this story from Scott got me emotional. Just like me, he had lived a life in between high school and when we reunited. Mine had seemed so frivolous in comparison. It was touching to hear what he had gone through, I felt like it had made him into the open and caring man he was today.

When he finished the story, Scott had said he hadn’t tried flying a plane since serving, not even as a passenger. I thought back to my previous session where fear of flying had been the issue, and smiled. Very different circumstances. I decided that Scott would need to repeat the stress reduction exercises at home. Usually I would give clients a recording, but in this case we could do them together. I brought him back up from trance.

“Oh wow”, he said, blinking a lot. “How long was I out?”

“About twenty minutes”, I said.

I looked at him and realized that again, he didn’t really remember being hypnotized, just like the first time in that diner in Elizabethtown.

I said we had to get going to pick up Dennis from JFK, so I told him during the car-ride what had happened and about the exercises we could do.

“Your presence is already so much stress reduction for me”, was his response. “But of course I’ll do them with you. Being hypnotized by you is kinda hot”, he said.

On the way back, we got some supplies before we drove home and Scott made me another great dinner. I thought it was fair I would clean up the kitchen and put the dishes away. When I came out of the kitchen, I didn’t see Scott. I walked into the bedroom, and found him on all fours wearing a red jockstrap.

“Hey, doctor. I think it’s time for my stress reduction.”

I laughed out loud, but quickly sat on my knees to give him the rimjob of a lifetime. I spread his large asscheeks with my hands and tasted his hole in my mouth. His moaning was like music to my ears. I could feel my cock trying to burst through my underwear, so I took off my clothes.

“Can I fuck you without a condom?”, I asked.

He looked back, with his beautiful smile.

“Does this mean we’re exclusive?”

I laughed.

“It does.”

“Then heck yeah!”

I entered him and felt the warmth and pressure of his tight hole directly on my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, because it felt fucking amazing. I fucked him slowly, which only seemed to turn Scott on more. We switched to a spooning position, as I fucked him while we were on our sides. Scott was still wearing his jockstrap, so I snapped the strap on his ass a few times, which he seemed to love. I felt up his abs and his hairy chest, before I played with his nipple. Scott groaned and threw his head back. His body squirmed, pushing his ass back on my cock. I felt his big ass against my hips. All of this finally pushed me over the edge. We came at exactly the same time. I saw the stain on the pouch of his jockstrap. We looked at each other, Scott’s eyes wide with pleasure and relief. We kissed.

SIX MONTHS LATER

“So that was everything, wasn’t it?”

“I think so!”

Scott and I looked around our new 3rd floor, two-bedroom apartment with a balcony on Thompson Street in SoHo. We had just finished unpacking and now I could really stand still and admire how far we’d come in the last few months.

Time had gone so fast, yet a lot had happened. I had asked Dennis to go into business with me and now we shared a larger practice in Manhattan where we offered therapy, both regular and hypnosis. The office space had been found by Francesco, for which I will be forever grateful.

Meanwhile, Scott had worked real hard in Francesco’s kitchen and had been promoted to sous-chef.

I had taken Scott to Fort Lauderdale for a summer holiday, and although he was a little sweaty, he was absolutely fine for the plane rides.

The sex was still mind-numbingly awesome.

We went downstairs to get ourselves some food. I looked around the street. It was crowded with people. Yet it felt like home. I grabbed Scott’s hand, and gave him a kiss on the mouth. Nothing had ever felt more natural.

THE END