Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2017 16:16:50 -0500 (EST)
From: Freddy E. <cresive@comcast.net>
Subject: Hypnotized at Thirteen Chapter 4-6

Hypnotized at 13
By Cresive

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Hypnotized at 13, chapter 4

     It took me a few days before I managed to return.  Consciously, I was
scared he would beat me up, or get me in trouble with my parents.
Unconsciously, I was driven by some irresistible urge to seduce Mr. Martin.
I have no idea where this urge was coming from, but I had to appease it.  I
rode to the store, and watched until nobody was in the store before I made
my entrance.  Once again, I was wearing the wide-legged shorts with no
underwear and a loose-fitting t-shirt.

     My entrance gave Mr. Martin a startle.  He looked at me, grimaced and
looked down to whatever he was doing behind the counter.  I was thinking
that Mr. Martin hated me, but I was still driven to try to seduce him.  I
walked right up to the comic books and resumed my sitting position with my
legs open, giving Mr. Martin an unobstructed view of my semi hard cock.  We
were at a cross-road.  Mr. Martin tried to not look, then stared, then
ogled up my shorts.  I wasn't going home without another session.
Eventually, Mr. Martin told me I had to buy a comic or leave.  I still had
the money from before, so I paid for the comic and sat back down to read
it, still fanning my leg back and forth to give him a view.  Finally,
Mr. Martin demanded to know what I wanted from him.  I told him two things:
One, for him to ogle my naked body; and two, that I wanted to see him naked
as well.  I was nervous, and I am sure my voice cracked a few times as I
made my demands.  However, I was serving an irresistible urge, and had to
speak my mind.

     My demands vexed Mr. Martin.  I could see the wheels churning in his
brain as he wondered what kind of trouble he was in with me.  I could tell
he enjoyed looking at me when I was naked in his stock room.  However, I am
sure he didn't want to get arrested for molesting an underage boy.  It
didn't matter that I was the one coming on to him.  Beaten, he locked the
front door and escorted me to the back room.  I was already naked by the
time he closed the door.  This both concerned and excited Mr. Martin and I
could tell that lust was slowly winning over caution in his head.  About
this time, he figured if he was going to prison, he may as well enjoy
himself.  He walked up and began to fondle my body again.  This time, he
was much more aggressive than before.  He was still sensual, but he was
letting his lust take over.  He proceeded to get reacquainted with my body
and left no part unexamined.  I offered my body totally and allowed him to
access wherever he wished.  In fact, I did what I could to encourage his
exploration of my teenage body. He was breathing heavy and his body was
shaking as he took in the details of my young torso.

     Soon, I reminded Mr. Martin of my second demand, to see him naked.  He
hesitated, I am sure not wanting to be caught naked with an underage boy.
However, I restated my demand, and soon, like me, Mr. Martin was also
completely naked.  I had never seen a mature man naked.  My eyes almost
hurt they were so wide open as I struggled to register the site before me.
Mr. Martin was bout 5-10, perhaps about 220lbs, and his body looked like a
man who lived well.  He wasn't fat, but he wasn't rock hard either--He had
a nice stocky/plump look that I thought was the most adorable I could
imagine.  His legs were not much hairier than mine, but he had a full bush
surrounding his cock and balls.  Speaking of his cock, it was standing at
attention and projecting from a thick bush of hair.  His balls hung low and
were at least 4 times the size of mine.  His foreskin only partially
covered a beautiful cock head that glistened in the store light.

I wanted to look at his body more, but I succumbed to the uncontrollable
urge to fellate Mr. Martin again.  Before either of us knew it was
happening, I was on my knees and had Mr. Martin's penis down my throat.  I
had each of my hands firmly pushing his butt cheeks to keep his penis in my
mouth.  Mr. Martin got over his surprise at my quick attack, and resigned
himself to the fate that I was going to blow him.  It only took a few
minutes for him to get into the act and not too long after that, I could
feel his balls pull tight against his body.  A minute after that, he
shuttered and began shooting load after load down my throat.  I made sure
to let the last few eruptions land on my tongue so I could taste him.  I
also made sure to inhale his scent as I buried my nose in his hairy bush.
I don't know how to describe his scent, other than manly or musky, but I
registered it and can still smell him to this day.

     I sucked and sucked as I squeegeed the last bit of cum out of
Mr. Martin's penis. Begrudgingly, I let Mr. Martin extricate his penis from
my mouth.  I looked longingly as his penis bobbed up and down while
Mr. Martin moved, trying to figure out what he should do.  When he turned
around, I got a great view of his ass.  As much as I wanted to massage it
and smell it, I decided to let Mr. Martin come to terms with how our
relationship had changed.  I took in every detail as Mr. Martin walked over
to get dressed.  I notice he had a dimple in his right butt cheek when he
was standing up.  He also had a couple folds just under his butt cheeks.
When he reached down to retrieve his underwear.  I got a great view of his
ass and balls.  He wasn't that hairy, but he did have a line of hair run up
his crack and around his anus.  Once he donned his underwear, I got another
view as he reached down for his shirt. The material stretched over his butt
cheeks, but I could still discern where his ass crack was.  His balls
completely filled the pouch and stuck out from between his legs.  I let the
visual burn into my brain and filed both away to compare to my memory of
his ass when he bent over to retrieve some books.  It was nice to have a
fully clothed, a fully naked and partially clothed view to mentally
compare.

     I remained naked, and on my knees.  I guess I didn't want the
experience to end.  Mr. Martin was fully dressed by the time I stood up and
moved to do the same.  Mr. Martin asked if that was what I wanted.  I could
tell he was still coming to terms with what had just transpired, so I
remained naked and answered him.

     "Pretty much, yes"

     "I could be arrested!!!?  ?I could lose everything!"

     "Not if I never tell anyone"

     "How can I trust you to keep silent?!  You?re just a kid!"

     "A kid who seduced you!"

     "Harrummphhh!  Get dressed and leave"

     "Okay, but I want to do this again"

     "WHAT!!!  NO!!"

     "Yes, I need to do this again!"

     "You are going to get me thrown in Jail!"

     "I can't help it.  I want to do this soon!"

     "I can't?.I Can't!"

     I got dressed as Mr. Martin watched.  I could tell he thought I was
attractive as he closely watched my body in motion, even after it was
partially covered.  I walked out the back door as he muttered to himself.
We both knew that I would return.

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Hypnotized at 13, Chapter 5

     It was the following week before I returned to the bookstore.  Over
the weekend, I hung around with my school friends and I didn't have any
encounters other than normal thirteen-year-old ones.  Near closing time on
Tuesday, I rode to the bookstore and waited for the store to empty. I could
tell I caught Mr. Martin by surprise as I entered the store.  Like before,
I had my hiking shorts without underwear, but was wearing sandals in lieu
of tennis shoes.  Mr. Martin looked down at the floor as I walked up to
him.  I couldn't tell if he was resigned to his fate, or if he was ogling
my feet in the open toed sandals.  I think it was a little of both.  The
thought of him ogling my feet only made me hornier.

    Just before Mr. Martin could put the closed sign on the door, another
customer entered.  I couldn't see who it was, so I went to my comic book
station to wait for him to leave.  I couldn't help but the fan my leg to
make sure Mr. Martin could look up my shorts while he manned the register.
Something about doing this while other customers were in the store made me
hornier, and Mr. Martin even more petrified.  Again, we were at a
cross-road.

     I thought I caught a glimpse of the other customer and he looked a lot
like Mr. Allen, but before I could get a better look at him, he had left.
I didn't want to waste any more time, so I marched to the back room and
stripped naked.  I was soon joined by Mr. Martin, who seemed much more
relaxed.  He saw me, and walked over to fondle my body while he slowly
stripped off his suit.

     As soon as he was naked, I was on my knees suckling his cock.
Mr. Martin seemed much more into the sex which only heightened my
enjoyment.  Before I could finish, Mr. Martin stood me up, walked me over
to the boxes and bend me over so my ass was facing him.  As much as I
wanted to blow him, I allowed him to fondle my ass for a bit.  Like before,
he moved my legs apart by pushing against my inner thighs.  I loved the
feel of his hands on my body, especially such an intimate spot.

     Unlike before, Mr. Martin stood up and before I realized my peril,
inserted his penis up my ass.  The pop when his penis penetrated my anal
ring surprised me, but the feeling was almost immediately replaced with
another desire to have his penis farther up my ass.  I couldn't get him
into me fast enough. Before I could move to get as much of him in my body
as I could, Mr. Martin started to fuck me for real.  Mr. Martin was in
beast mode!!  He fucked my ass as if he were a twenty-year-old.  I didn't
know he could be so passionate!!  I tried to meet his rhythm, but had to
just try to keep up.  In no time at all, Mr. Martin tensed and began to
shoot his seed up my ass.  As he was cumming into my body, we both tensed
up got lost in the moment.  I felt my ass tightening and relaxing as
Mr. Martin pumped his semen in me, almost as if I was milking his cock.  I
did this as both our bodies remained glued to each other.  The only part of
us that moved during this period was my anus and his cock as it pulsated.
We both remained rigid as Mr. Martin pulsed and pulsed and he shot his
semen into me.  After his final burst, we both started to breathe again.
It seems neither one of us remembered to breathe while he was cumming.  It
was like our bodies synced during his orgasm.  I wondered if all sex was
like that!! What an amazing feeling of bonding.

     When Mr. Martin finally removed his softening cock from my ass,
neither one of us seemed to want the orgasm to end.  We sat, naked, on the
floor and just basked in the afterglow.  I looked down at my bare feet and
then to Mr. Martins.  His feet were larger, both in length and width, but
they looked quite sexy.  He obviously tended to his feet and they were
lovely.  His toenails were trimmed to perfection, and his toes lined up in
a perfect row.

    After I finally regained my stamina, I rolled over to my belly and
crawled down to Mr. Martin's feet.  I did that to satisfy my lust for his
toes, and to show him my freshly fucked ass.  I could feel a bit of
Mr. Martin's cum drip down my balls as I moved to his feet.  Even his feet
smelled lovely.  His toes had a healthy pink hue to them and I wondered how
they would taste.  Mr. Martin jerked as I swallowed his second toe.  He
didn't pull away, but the unexpected sensation surprised him.  He moaned as
I licked the space between the toe pad and his foot.  That made me continue
my ministrations to each of his toes.  I completed my love making to each
of his toes until I had done each one at least twice.  By this point,
Mr. Martin was caressing my ass and fondling my balls.

    Finally, I stood up and turned around.  My cock was face-level to
Mr. Martin and he gave my penis a sensual lick of his tongue.  I inserted
my cock into his mouth and lasted about 30 seconds before I shot a load
down his throat.  He didn't have too much trouble accommodating my much
smaller cock.  Mr. Martin swallowed every drop of my semen then gave me a
nice smile as I pulled my cock from his mouth.  He looked so beautiful that
I wished I could have lasted a bit longer.

     The smile vanished from Mr. Martin's face as he looked at the clock on
the wall behind me.  We had been having sex for a couple hours and we both
had to rush home. When I got home, I lied to my mom and said that I had
helped Mr. Martin with a large delivery to the store.  I had the money from
the first job, so I flashed that to her and she believed my story.  I have
no idea what Mr. Martin told his wife.  I only knew that I would return.

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Hypnotized at 13, Chapter 6

Before I could return to Mr. Martin, I had another hypnosis session.  I
called Mr. Allen to inform him that the last session only partially worked
and I wanted to booster session.  He was booked, but said I could meet him
at his house on his day off, which happened to be only a couple days away.
Mr. Allen worked weekends, so had his days off during the week.  Since I
wasn't working and school was out, that was fine with me.  I rode over to
MR. Allen's house which was in one of the nicer neighborhoods.  He had an
L-shaped rancher with a nice pool in the back yard.  The yard was enclosed
by a nice privacy fence and I envied him having such a nice pool.  Every
thirteen-year-old wants to swim in a pool, and I was no exception.
Unfortunately, I had no swim trunks.  Of course, I wasn't there, nor had I
been invited to swim, so I swallowed my disappointment.

     After greeting me and setting me up in a back room that he used for
therapy sessions, we did some small talk.  I was a bit nervous as I
recalled my dreams.  However, Mr. Allen's sonorous voice and disarming
personality soon allowed me to calm down and set me up for the session.  I
was taken aback when out of the blue Mr. Allen suggested that we do my
session in the nude.

     "Why in the nude?!"

     "Well, you are only partially taking to the hypnosis.  I believe that
you are somewhat guarded and that being naked will help you to open up and
absorb the hypnosis process more thoroughly.  We are both guys here, so you
shouldn't worry."

     What surprised me, was that I was already removing my clothes before
Mr. Allen began his explanation. By the time he finished his statement, I
was standing in front of MR. Allen, completely naked.  My penis was a bit
chubbed up due to being naked in front of another person, but not fully
erect.  Mr. Allen looked at me, but not as much as I would have thought.
He gave me a cursory review before inviting me to sit on a recliner for the
hypnosis session.  It was almost as if he had seen me before, although I
struck his indifference up to him not being gay and seeing another naked
guy wasn't a big deal.

     I lay down on the recliner as instructed, as Mr. Allen got the audio
equipment ready.  I just stared at the ceiling--it was a popcorn ceiling
which was all rage--and thought about this session finally getting me past
my bad habit.  Mr. Allen put on the earphones and as I registered the added
weight on my head, I lost track of where Mr. Allen was.

     The next thing I remember, I was splashing in the pool, still naked.
I had no idea of how I made it to the pool, why I was swimming and why I
was still naked.  I had no idea what I should do!  I looked around and
didn't see a towel, or my clothes and I couldn't enter the house without
drying off.  I just stood against the closest wall to the house waiting on
Mr. Allen.

     Just then, the doorbell rang and I saw Mr. Allen go to answer it.  I
only caught a glimpse of him as he went around a corner and couldn't ask
for a towel.  When he did walk back to the pool area, he was accompanied by
none other than Mr. Martin!!  I was embarrassed at being naked, and
Mr. Martin did a double take as he saw my head above the edge of the pool.
That was when things took a weird turn.  Mr. Martin was delivering some
books, and he handed the books to Mr. Allen and walked directly over to
where I was in the pool.

    I was overcome with the desire to show my naked body to Mr. Martin and
almost forgot where I was!  I did move away from the pool wall so that
Mr. Martin could see I was naked.  When he noticed I was completely naked,
he proceeded to undress!  Since I enjoyed looking at Mr. Martins body, I
didn't complain, but stared at him as he removed his jacket, shirt and drop
his pants to his ankles.  Unlike before, he was going commando like I had
been recently.  He stepped out of his pants, removed his socks and stood
before me naked.

     Just at that moment, Mr. Allen walked out to observe the tableau
before him.  He looked at the now naked Mr. Martin and then looked at me.
Telling me not to be rude, he instructed me to get out of the pool and
properly greet Mr. Martin!  I readily did so.  Ignoring my nudity, I
climbed out of the pool, walked over to Mr. Martin, dropped to my knees and
began to fellate him like the cock whore I had become.  Mr. Martin wasn't
hard and for the first time, I got to see his uncut cock in its flaccid
state.  His cock poked out from his body and rode over his large balls.
His foreskin completely covered his cock head which made his cock look like
a small hose coming out from his pelvis.  The foreskin collapsed together
at the end of his penis which looked like the stem of a semi-inflated
balloon.  I was intriqued, but I really wanted to taste Mr. Martin's cum!!
My ministrations on his soft cock felt different, but just as sexy.  I was
able to stick my tongue under his foreskin and swish it around his cock
head.  This had an immediate effect as his cock inflated while in my mouth.
The taste of his flesh was making me even hornier!  How was that possible?

     I continued to fellate Mr. Martin for what seemed like an hour.  I
can't believe he hadn't cum yet!  Soon, he directed me over to a chaise
lounge where he sat and allowed me to continue working on his penis.  In
this position, my ass was sticking back toward the house.  I had the vague
realization that Mr. Allen could see my ass in this position, but all my
consciousness was focused on Mr. Martin's cock.  I had a subtle feeling of
something pushing against my asshole, that soon turned into a very full
feeling.  Again, I concentrated all my attentions on Mr. Martin's endless
erection.  My entire being was concentrated on pleasuring Mr. Martin
through his phallus.

     I felt a shadow move over me and I guessed a cloud was passing
overhead.  All of a sudden, and seemingly out of nowhere, Mr. Martin
erupted, spurting gallons of cum into my mouth.  I relished the taste of
his cum and swallowed as fast as I could.  His gushers kept coming and I
struggled to keep up.  When he finally slowed down, I swallowed and began
to clean the cum that leaked out of the shaft of his cock.  I also licked
clean his balls and pubic area above his penis.  When he was finally clean,
I went back to lick his cock like it was a lollipop until his cockhead
receded back into his foreskin.  Even though my jaw ached and my body was
cramping from being in the same position for so long, I was genuinely
disappointed that the session was over.

     I got off Mr. Martins cock and stood up from the chaise lounge chair.
Mr. Martin was fast asleep!  That made me feel good as it meant that I
truly pleased him.  I reached back to scratch my butt and felt a slick
coating to my anus.  Confused, I looked at my hand and realized I had
grease on it?I guess it was Vaseline.  That was weird.  I was even more
confused as to why my ass hurt when I tried to tighten it.

     I didn't ponder the question long as I felt like dancing.  I am not a
dancer, but I had the urge to dance and celebrate pleasuring Mr. Martin so
well.  I did a sinuous dance all around the pool.  I didn't see Mr. Allen
anywhere and since Mr. Martin was asleep, I just let myself go.  I swayed
my hips from side to side, and even relished jutting it forward so that my
cock would swing out and slap my belly.  I was really into my dancing when
I finally decided to dive back into the pool.  I could swear I heard
clapping as I entered the water!

     When I surfaced from my dive, I looked around and I was alone except
for a sleeping Mr. Martin.  I swam to his side of the pool so I could
admire his naked form some more.  I was really attracted to his body!  He
was about an eight I guess, but to me, he was a ten-plus! I wished I had a
camera so that I could take hundreds of pictures to enjoy later.  What I
did do was to try to burn his image into my brain for later masturbation
session.

     Mr. Allen walked out with a towel and told me to get out of the pool.
I remembered being naked, but figured Mr. Allen had seen me already and
swam to the shallow end and jumped out of the pool.  I allowed Mr. Allen to
dry me as I continued to ogle the sleeping Mr. Martin.  When I was dry,
Mr. Allen said I could get dressed if I wanted.  What I wanted to was to
play with Mr. Martin's body some more.  I asked if I could fondle
Mr. Martin some more, and Mr. Allen relented and told me to have fun.  I
walked over to the sleeping Mr. Martin and gave his body a nice visual
inspection.  It was even more erotic to look at Mr. Martin while he was
asleep and unable to cover, or defend himself from my scrutiny.  I was
totally infatuated with his handsome body and beautiful face.  He wasn't
too hairy, but he had just enough fur to keep his body interesting.  He had
golf ball-sized testicles, and I wondered if mine would ever get that big.
His penis lay atop his huge balls, like a bird sitting in its nest.  His
foreskin completely covered his huge cock head, save for the very tip of
his head. The tip of his glans that did stick out was bright pinkish-red,
both from my extended attention, and from his recent orgasm.  It looked
like a bit of a flame trying to get out from a rifle barrel.

     I started my physical inspection of Mr. Martin at his toes before
running my hands up his gorgeous legs.  I fondled his toes, rubbed his
feet, trying to tickle his arches before slowing progressing up his shins,
calves and thighs.  I marveled at how soft his skin was to the touch.  I
especially like how his body flinched when I gently ran a finger up his
inner thighs.  I felt like I had a certain amount of power over his body
and could make it move upon command.  When I tired of tickling his inner
thighs I progressed to his genitals.  I felt the weight of his huge balls
and ran them between my fingers.  I skinned back his foreskin and looked
right down his large piss slit.  I couldn't help myself and gave his piss
slit a quick lick before allowing his foreskin to slide back and cover the
tasty morsel.  His body jumped noticeably when I licked his glans.  Again,
this enticed me to no end and I loved playing with Mr. Martin's body.  I
then examined his coarse pubic hair and marveled at how much he had and how
much longer and stiffer it was than mine. He even had few gray hairs around
his balls and to the side of his penis.  I could have spent the rest of the
day playing with Mr. Martin's tackle.

     Sensing that Mr. Allen was getting impatient, I moved up to his
breasts and licked each nipple noting how they perked up from the
attention.  I then looked at the hair under his arms, pining for the day I
had underarm hair as well.  I then looked at his full lips and gave each a
slow, gentle caress before Mr. Allen said to get dressed.  Begrudgingly, I
walked over to the therapy room where I found my clothes just where I lay
them.  Just before I donned my clothes I had a sudden urge to use the
toilet and barely made it before I let out a large fart, followed by a
gusher of liquid that filled the bowl.  I must have eaten something bad
before I arrived for my hypnosis session.  I am glad I didn't get sick
during my therapy session!!  I cleaned up and quickly dressed.  By the time
I returned to the pool area, Mr. Martin had left and Mr. Allen told me I
needed just one more session before I ended my therapy.  Not wanting
another relapse, I said I would schedule another as soon as I could.
Mr. Allen said not to worry, that he was free the following Tuesday and
that I should plan to stay and enjoy the pool afterward.

     A free pool isn't something a teenage boy would ever turn down, so I
agreed to return in five days.  Even though I had such a sex session with
Mr. Martin, I felt invigorated as I rode my bike home.  My ass was tender
and I figured it was from the food poisoning.  I didn't really pay it much
attention, although I did stand as I peddled my bike more than normal.  I
am glad I wasn't too far from home as my bike ride wasn't the most
comfortable.  When I did arrive home, I took a nice warm bath to sooth my
sore ass.  It really helped and I was able to do a few things before dinner
and going to bed.

     That night, I had an even wilder dream than the absurd ones I had
before.  Again, the dream was much more real than normal and I couldn't
tell what was reality and what was dream.  My dream started on the hypnosis
recliner.  Since I was already naked, I just stood up and walked to the
swimming pool.  Apparently, there was a small party going with several men
walking around in swim trunks or just with towels wrapped around their
waists.  I was very self-conscious being the only one completely naked, but
Mr. Allen welcomed me to the party and marched me around to introduce me to
his other guests.  This not only prevented me from leaving, but he also
presented me to each guest in a way that allowed them to ogle me up close.
This may have been a dream, but can you remember how scared you were about
being naked in public when you were thirteen?!  Even in my dream I was
horribly self-conscious, even more so being marched up and introduced to
everyone.  I was totally unable to cover myself as I had to shake hands
with everyone and Mr. Allen had hold of my left arm.  EVERYONE at the party
got a nice gander at my barely developing package.  Being the only teenager
there, I was well aware of how much hairier everyone else was then I.
After introductions, I jumped into the pool and tried to stay by the wall
to hide my nakedness.  I looked around at all the mature men enjoying
themselves.  I received a few glances and heard a few comments on my body,
but I was too petrified to do much other than keep my crotch against the
pool wall.  Just then, Mr. Wallace arrived at the party.  When he walked
in, I was all of a sudden overcome with the desire for him to see that I
was naked.  He looked around, I assumed to find Mr. Allen, but when he
spotted me, he dropped a box in someone's waiting arms, changed direction
and walked over to me.  I jumped back from the pool wall, being taken aback
with the speed with which Mr. Martin approached, and to let him see I was
naked.  I felt my penis floating back and forth in the current generated by
my backing up.  I think Mr. Martin noticed that too as he seemed besotted
with watching my penis in the water.

     Without taking his eyes off my naked body, Mr. Martin began to slowly
undress.  He dropped his suit jacket and the rest of his clothes into a
haphazard pile right on the pool deck.  Just as he was stepping out of his
pants, I felt compelled to fellate the beautiful cock that was exposed.  I
immediately jumped out of the pool, ignoring the stares from the rest of
the party, and walked over to Mr. Martin.  I was on my knees and sucking
the glans of his penis out from his foreskin before I realized I had exited
the pool.  I took in Mr. Martin's scent as I buried my nose in his thick
pubic hair.  I heard gasps, a bit of laughter and then clapping as I
pounced on Mr. Martins cock.  Very soon, Mr. Martin responded to my
ministrations and his cock grew to its maximum size.  I was also rewarded
with several spurts of precum that I savored while I continued to blow his
cock.  Somehow magically, I had Mr. Martin on his back and I climbed on top
of him on all fours to continue to fellate his lovely cock.  I was
determined to make him cum as quickly as I could.  In fact, I was
determined to make Mr. Martin cum no matter what happened!  I Heard
everyone behind me exclaim their appreciation for my developing body and
especially my tiny ass.  I knew everyone could see right up my ass and I
even felt the chill of the cool air on my anus.  I didn't care, I was so
focused on pleasuring Mr. Martin.  I heard cat calls and even a few yells
of encouragement that only made me hornier and more determined to bring
Mr. Martin off.

     Suddenly, I felt something chilly on my asshole.  This was followed by
a pressure and then something entering me!  With my legs spread to either
side of Mr. Martin, there wasn't much I could do, had I been able to defend
my ass from an invader.  I wasn't about to let go of Mr. Martin's cock
before he came.  I just remained on my knees and continued to fellate
Mr. Martin.  After a bit, the pressure in my ass lessened and then
returned.  With the new feeling of being full, my pace on Mr. Martin's cock
changed.  It was then I realized I was being fucked in the ass by some of
the spectators.  For some reason, the rape didn't hurt, but I didn't want
them to fuck me!!  I wanted to protest, but I was too determined to make
Mr. Martin cum that I just allowed them to fuck me.  About this time, I
felt the penis exit my ass only to be replaced by another.  I needed to get
Mr. Martin to climax soon, or everyone at the pool party will have used my
ass.

     Finally, I felt the last penis pull out of my ass.  I felt cum
dripping down my balls and my legs.  I heard a comment about how my anus
was wide open and that caused me to try to squeeze it shut.  Just then,
Mr. Allen walked to my side and tapped Mr. Martin on the shoulder saying it
was time.  Immediately, Mr. Martin erupted and spewed many mouthfuls of cum
into my mouth.  I tried to swallow it all, but a lot leaked out and dripped
down his penis and onto his pubic hair.  When he finally stopped cumming, I
did my best to swallow.  My jaw was stiff from the prolonged blow job and I
had a hard time closing my lips to swallow.  I looked down at all the cum
on Mr. Martin's penis and proceeded to lick it clean.  I then sucked the
cum off his pubic hair until the only evidence that he had just benefited
from a blow job was his wet pubic hair and a beet-red cock head.  It shown
like Rudolph's nose on Christmas!

     Satisfied with myself, I climbed off of Mr. Martin.  Even though I had
cum dripping down my legs, I felt an irresistible urge to dance to the joy
of getting Mr. Martin to cum.  I heard an exotic tune in my head and
proceeded to dance in a provocative way for the audience of gentlemen
gathered at the pool.  I slowly worked my way to a portly man who had a
hairy body and sported a mustache.  He had an uncut cock, with a massive
cock head resting on his hairy balls as he sat and enjoyed my dance.  I
moved until I was right in front of him and stuck my waist out to let my
cock swing back and forth in front of his admiring face.  He reached out
and fondled my balls.  His hand was huge, and even at a young age, I could
tell he worked with them as they were very muscular.  His thumb alone was
as big as my cock when I am hard!!  I really felt young as this bear of a
man fondled me.  He just smiled and winked at me after ogling my tackle for
many minutes.

      I stepped back and worked my way over to another man, a bit younger,
but also nude.  He was much thinner and looked like a runner.  His cock
came straight out of his thin pelvis and hung down to his mid-thigh.  I
couldn't see his balls, but the cock mesmerized me while I danced for him.
Like the man before, he reached out and used my cock to enhance the sway of
my hips making my oscillations more pronounced. He gave my cock a couple
quick squeezes before directing me to the next man.

     The next man was stocky, but clean shaven.  His body hair was
perfectly balanced for his body, giving him a nice covering, but not a
bearish look.  He had a nice cut cock and I noticed his cock head was also
a bright red.  I blushed as I danced for him when I realized his cock head
was red due to him cumming up my ass.  The thought caused me to really
stick my pelvis out and allow the man to get a complete eyeful of my
genitals as they swung back and forth.  This brought a chuckle to the man
and I received a nice swat on my backside as he sent me to the next man.

     I recognized this man as the mayor of my town.  I was slightly taken
aback, but still ushered myself to dance for him.  Dancing naked in front
of such a powerful man really intimidated me, but I felt compelled to give
him a nice dance. He looked like the typical politician, with a ready smile
and a handsome face.  He had a nice, squarely-built body and looked like he
would be at home on the tennis court, golf course or in the courtroom.
Even in my dream, he had a magnetism that drew me closer.  I danced my best
for him and even did a few circles to enable him to see me from all sides.
I had a flush as I realized he too had already seen my backside and
probably fucked me while I was working on Mr. Martin. I couldn't see his
cock because he had wrapped a towel around his waist.  The Mayor reached
out his well-manicured hand and played with my cock and balls for quite a
while giving me shudders that ran up and down my body.  His charisma was
like gravity, pulling me closer to him and wishing him to take control of
my dancing.  I wanted to make sure I surrendered everything to him as I
allowed him to fondle my genitals, and rub his hands up and down ass and
legs.  When he grew tired of fondling me he too sent me on my way with a
slap on my ass.

     I floated away from the men and continued to dance until I woke up.
Again, I awoke to an underwear filled with cum.  The dream seemed so real
that when I tried to move, my ass complained an I thought that I had
actually been fucked.  Where did that dream come from?!  As I lay there in
that surreal state between fast asleep and fully awake I couldn't tell if
the dream was reality or not.  I certainly enjoyed exploring Mr. Martin the
day before, but how did I feel about being naked in front of all those men?
Was it all a dream?  Was I going insane?!

     Slowly, I regained enough consciousness to recognize that I had a
rather vivid dream, but yes, it was a dream.  I was certainly going through
underwear though!  I got out of bed, removed my underwear and tried my best
to wipe off the cum from my pelvis and cock.  I really shot a gusher this
time.  Perhaps I was maturing as the load was at least twice the size as my
previous wet dreams.  I also felt sated and didn't even masturbate when I
got to the shower.  I also felt like I was going to have a great day and
really felt up beat.  Even my mom noticed my good mood at breakfast.

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Hypnotized at 13, Chapter 7
  Cumming Soon!!