Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2005 15:49:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hypnotize Me, Ch. 11

If you are under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include
sex between males is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story,
please leave. This story is a work of fiction written for my amusement and
yours. I have added a lot of fantasy to the very little I know about
hypnosis. As they say on television, do not try this at home. Please leave
hypnosis to the professionals.

The author retains all rights.  No reproductions are allowed without the
author's consent. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.

Chapter Eleven

I met Carl at the gym at noon. We'd been buddies all though college and had
continued seeing each other regularly since but that day he seemed to get
on my nerves. He talked non-stop about every woman in the place, rating
their bodies, discussing what he'd do with them. It was all pussy and
tits. Our conversations were often a lot like that and they'd never
bothered me before. In fact, I was usually right there with him on every
point, but this time he just annoyed me. I looked him over, as if I were
just meeting him. Carl was a big guy, a few shades darker than me, only an
inch taller but easily thirty pounds heavier. In college he had been solid
muscle but it wasn't so solid anymore. Like me, he'd already been married
and divorced. Though he had a girlfriend, he was still the typical playboy,
always with an eye out for new conquests.

"You don't seem yourself today, Jake. Haven't you been getting any since
you broke up with Teri?"

"Nah, I really haven't had a chance to look around any, Carl. Too busy with
work."

"We gotta fix that. Last week I met a friend of Stacie's that you might
like. Big tits, lots of fun. I'll talk to Stacie about setting something
up."

"Don't go to any trouble, Carl. I can fend for myself, you know. I'm not
exactly desperate."

"No kidding. I remember the girls in college lining up for that tube steak
of yours. But it's no bother. It'll be fun. It's been a while since we went
out together."

After showering we were getting dressed in the locker room when my finger
snagged a tiny hole in my shirt and nearly ripped the right sleeve off. We
decided to stop by my place so I could change before going to Bennigan's. I
got Carl a beer and he flipped on the TV in the den while I went up to the
bedroom. I was in the bathroom relieving my bladder when the phone
rang. When I got back to the den the look on Carl's face was a cross
between uncomfortable and pissed.

"What's up, guy?"

"You had a phone call."

"Yeah, I heard it ring. The answering machine got it, I'm sure. I'll listen
to it later."

"I think you'd better listen to it now, Jake."

Carl was acting so weird he had me worried. He'd obviously heard the
message when it came in. Maybe it was some kind of emergency. I went over
to the desk and hit the button on the machine. Josh's voice came through
loud and clear.

"Hey, Jake, it's me, Josh. I just wanted to tell you again how much I
enjoyed last night. You are absolutely amazing in bed. I can't wait to have
your huge cock up my ass again. That was the greatest fuck
ever. Thanks. See you soon."

The machine beeped as the message ended. I just stood there with my back to
Carl, unable to turn around and face him.

"So how long have you been queer, Jake?"

"It's not like it sounds, Carl."

"Not like it sounds? What else could it be? That's obviously a guy and he's
telling you how much he enjoyed having sex with you. Sounds pretty gay to
me."

"I'll tell you the whole story, Carl. You'll see." First I went into the
kitchen and got myself a beer.

Carl had known about my anal fixation from way back when we roomed together
sophomore year so I started there. He also knew how many girls I'd been
with so I reminded him of that, too. I didn't go into the details of how
I'd met Josh, patient confidentiality and all, but I told him about this
gay guy and the problem he asked me to help him with through hypnosis. I'd
hypnotized Carl several times years before so he knew I could do it.

"So you've got this gay guy who wants you to set him up so that he can
accommodate other fudge-packers. So how did you end up being the one to do
him?"

"Once I'd taught him to relax, he wanted to try it out to see if it would
work. He wasn't too keen on the idea of picking up a stranger to do it and
I didn't think that was a good idea either, especially if he was gonna be
under when it happened."

"So you did it? You fucked a guy?"

"I fucked a hole, Carl. A hot, tight hole. Let me tell you, I've had lots
of pussy and I've never felt anything like it. It was really great."

"But he's a guy!"

"He was in a trance, not aware of anything. He was just a hole to fuck,
nothing more." I laid it on pretty thick, trying to make myself seem less
involved than I was.

I got us a couple more beers and spent the next ten minutes trying to
convince him how hot the whole scene was and that it had nothing to do with
sexual orientation. I must have done too good a job because he quickly
about-faced on the whole thing.

"So you're saying that he's out in la-la land and you just fuck him. No
kissing, no foreplay, no messing with his male parts, just your dick
plugging a hot hole."

"That's it, Carl. It's not gay, it's not straight. It's just a fuck."

Carl took a few thoughtful swigs on his beer.

"I wanna try it."

I nearly choked on my beer.

"You? What do you mean you want to try it?"

"Well, you know how straight I am. If I can get off on it, I'll believe
you're not queer. And you know how much I love a tight hole."

"But he's a friend of mine. I can't let just anyone fuck him."

"Hey, I'm not just anyone. I'm your oldest friend. You can put him under
your spell and I can do whatever I want. He doesn't even have to know about
it."

"That's really not fair to him, Carl. He's a good guy."

"Are you sure he doesn't mean more to you than just a hole to fuck, bro?
Sounds like maybe you've got feelings for him."

"No way, but he is my friend. It just doesn't seem right."

"I tell you he won't even know about it. You fix me up with him and I'll
fix you up with Stacie's friend. How's that?"

"I gotta think about it, Carl. I'll let you know."

"If it's like you say and there's nothin' queer about it you shouldn't have
to do much thinking, so don't take too long. I'll talk to Stacie tonight."

Carl and I dropped the subject and we went over to Bennigan's. Even though
all we talked about the rest of the afternoon was football, I was still
tense and had far too much to drink.

Fortunately the game we were watching was a blowout and I didn't have to
pay much attention to it. I couldn't stop thinking about Josh. I'd been
having enough trouble handling my feelings about the night before without
having to justify it to someone else. When I was trying to convince Carl
that there was nothing gay in what I had done with Josh I was also trying
to convince myself. Maybe that's why I presented such a good argument. I
knew how I was feeling toward Josh and I didn't understand it. I wasn't
sure I wanted to.

Josh

I got to Jake's Tuesday evening determined to act the part of his buddy,
his pal. No sex talk unless he brought it up. I'd made it clear to him that
I'd enjoyed it. Now it was up to him. I didn't want to push it. I'd made up
my mind that if the subject did come up I'd keep the talk about what we'd
done on a purely physical pleasure level. Nothing gay, just a couple of
buddies helping each other out. I'd read so many gay stories on Nifty where
guys rationalized things that way and always thought it was such bullshit,
but here I was getting ready to do it myself. He'd made a pitcher of
martinis, quite a switch from our usual beers. We chatted a while and he
seemed to be nervous about something. That was unusual for him. One of the
things I really admired about him was how cool he usually was, how in
control, how nothing flustered him.

I knew it had to be the sex, of course. He hadn't been comfortable with it
right afterwards or on Sunday morning and it didn't look like he had made
much progress since then. We had a few drinks and made small talk and I
loosened up quite a bit but he didn't seem to. I suppose I had an advantage
over him. We were both comfortable in our friendship, but, being gay and
being used to sex with guys, I didn't have a problem with that. He
obviously did. Of course, what I had to watch out for was falling for
him. That was something he didn't have to worry about.

I got up and used the bathroom while he went into the kitchen to make a
second pitcher of drinks. I was definitely feeling the booze and was going
to have to slow down. I had work in the morning, after all. After we got
comfortable in the den again he just stared at me for a few minutes.

"My friend Carl heard the message you left on Sunday."

Oh, shit, so that's what his mood was all about. I'd outed him to his
oldest friend. Well, maybe outed isn't really a word you can use in
reference to someone who's not actually gay, but something like that.

"I'm sorry, Jake. How did he react?"

Jake went through the whole conversation he'd had with Carl, explaining how
he'd tried to tell him that it was just sex. It sort of made me feel a bit
like a piece of meat the way he talked about my hole. I understood that it
had to be hard for one straight guy to explain to another that he'd enjoyed
having sex with a guy but I still didn't come out looking good. I nearly
dropped my drink when he finished by saying that Carl wanted to fuck me.

"Are you kidding? First he accuses you of being gay because you fucked me,
then HE wants to do it? That doesn't make sense."

"I guess I did too good a job at making it sound like it was just a means
to a great orgasm. He figures that if he can get off doing it then I might
still be straight."

"So you want me to let him fuck me to protect your reputation."

"That sounds like shit when you put it that way, Josh. I don't want you to
do anything you don't want to but you know now that you can enjoy getting
fucked. Carl isn't a bad guy and he's pretty well hung. Not as big as me,
but above average. Maybe you'd like it."

I stared into my drink for a long time. Yeah, I liked it when Jake fucked
me but that's because it was Jake. It's not like I was a prude or
anything. I'd had sex with lots of guys, mostly as a top, and didn't think
there was anything wrong with that. I'd even had a few anonymous casual
encounters. But this. Even though it was Jake's idea I felt like he'd think
I was a slut if I did it.

"Is it really important to you what he thinks, Jake?"

"I've spent the last couple of days trying to convince myself that it
isn't. Your being gay doesn't make a difference to me. I know who I am and
that should be all that matters. But I think it would matter to Carl. Plus,
he knows nearly all of my friends and my family as well. I know it would
make a difference to some of them if they thought I was gay, no matter what
the truth really was."

I poured myself another drink and sipped it.

"Okay, if it's that important to you. I'll do it."

"Are you sure, Josh? I meant it when I said I didn't want you to do
anything you didn't want to do."

"If you want it, then I want it, Jake. I have one request, though. I want
you to hypnotize me and keep me under through the whole thing. I don't want
to have any memory of it or him afterwards. Okay?"

"Then you obviously don't want to do it. Forget about it then. I'll tell
him no."

"No, Jake, I want to do it. I want to do it for you. Just don't ask me any
more questions about it, please."

I didn't want Jake to start prying into my reasons. I didn't want him to
find out the truth that I had just realized. The truth was that I would do
anything for him, anything he asked me to. And the reason was because I'd
fallen in love with him. There was no way I could tell him that. There was
no way could I let him down, either.

Jake

I felt like crap asking Josh to let Carl fuck him but I didn't know what
else to do. I really didn't want to think about anyone else fucking Josh,
much less watch it happen. I was pretty sure he'd say no so I was surprised
when he agreed. I wasn't crazy about the idea but if Josh didn't mind it
would definitely help me out. We decided to get it over with as soon as
possible. I called Carl and we set it up for Thursday evening at
eight. Josh got to my place at seven. Neither one of us was very happy.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Josh? You don't have to."

"Let's just get it over with, Jake. I do have a request though."

"Yeah, I know. I'll put you under before he gets here."

"You'd better, but I have a second request. Will you fuck me later, after
he leaves?"

"You want both of us to fuck you tonight?"

He looked embarrassed.

"I know, I sound like a slut, but that's not it. You're going to set it up
so I have no memory of Carl fucking me, but my ass is gonna know it's been
fucked. If I'm going to have to feel that all night, I want to know that
you're the cause, not some stranger."

Shit, this was getting complicated. Not only was I feeling terrible about
the position I'd put Josh in, I still hadn't come to terms with the desires
I had for him. But I had to do it for him. I nearly snorted as that thought
crossed my mind. Do it for him. Yeah, like I wasn't going to get anything
out of it.

"Okay, it's a deal, Josh. But I think you should spend the night in that
case. I'll get you up early enough to get to work in the morning."

We had a beer and talked a bit then I took him to the guest room. I didn't
want this fiasco to take place in my bedroom.

"Listen to me, Josh."

He cocked his head a bit to the right and looked at me expectantly. I had
him remove all of his clothes and put on a jock strap. That would give Carl
access to his ass while covering up his 'male parts.'

"Okay, Josh, just lie on the bed and relax. This will all be over before
you know it."

I went back into the den to wait. In just a few minutes the doorbell
rang. Carl had obviously stopped for a few drinks on the way over to
fortify his courage. He was swaggering a bit, acting even more macho than
usual. I led him into the guest room. Josh looked up from the bed.

"Damn, he's just a kid."

"He's old enough, believe me, Carl. Now drop your drawers and I'll get him
in position."

I put a couple of pillows along the foot of the bed and had Josh lie on his
belly over them, his legs spread and hanging off the bed, his ass up in the
air. Carl approached slowly, his pants around his ankles, his hard dick in
his hand. He got between Josh's legs and pointed his cock at the exposed
hole.

"Hang on just a second, Carl. Here's a condom for you." I ripped the
wrapper open and handed it to him."

"I ain't using that, Jake. Only fags need condoms."

There was no way I was letting him bareback Josh.

"Yeah, well, he's a fag and protection goes both ways, you know, Carl."

Carl's eyes widened and he reached for the condom.

"You're right. I hadn't thought of that. No sense in taking any chances."
He unrolled the condom onto himself and aimed for Josh again. I held out
the lube.

"The rubber's already lubricated, Jake. You want to take all the feeling
out of it?"

He touched the head of his dick to Josh's hole. He was being so crude and
obnoxious about this that it drove home what I was doing to Josh.

"That's enough, Carl. Get the fuck out of here." I pushed hard against his
chest and he fell over backwards onto the floor.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, man? You're showing an awful lot more
consideration for this hole here than for your buddy. I thought this was
supposed to be a hot fuck in a tight hole. You're acting like he's your
boyfriend."

"Yeah, well maybe he is and maybe he isn't, Carl, but he is my friend. I'm
really not sure exactly what I feel towards him but I do know that I'm not
letting you or anyone else fuck him."

"I knew it! You've gone queer. Wait 'til everyone hears this."

"I don't know about labels, Carl, but I do know that there's something I
really like about this guy. I'll admit that most of his body doesn't do
much for me, but I'm really into him. He gets to me in a way that no one
ever has. So tell everyone anything you want. I don't care."

Carl got up, pulled up his pants, gave me a look of disgust and stormed
out. I looked at the bed. Josh was still in position, waiting.

"Okay, Josh, you can get up now. Take off the jock strap."

He took it off and dropped it on the bed. I took his hand and led him down
the hall to the master bedroom.

"Josh, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up and not remember anything
since you went into the other bedroom." I snapped my fingers. Josh looked
around the room.

"What's the problem? Isn't he coming?"

"He's come and gone, Josh."

"But he didn't do it unless he's got a microscopic dick. I don't feel
anything back there."

"No, I changed my mind and told him to leave." I smiled at him. "Does this
mean I don't get to fuck you?"

"Hmm, I think it means you have to fuck me twice."

Josh

It was so weird being in one room one second and in another the next. I
knew Jake had put me under and moved me but I could also tell nothing had
penetrated my ass. He didn't seem like he wanted to talk about what had
happened so I decided not to push it. He still wanted to fuck me and that
was all I needed to hear. I got into bed and watched as Jake undressed. I
just loved watching more and more of that rich dark skin come into view,
especially that long hunk of meat hanging from his groin. I knew he was
still uncomfortable about all of this stuff that we were doing so I just
laid there and let him take the lead. He got into bed next to me and turned
me over on my side and came up behind me, spooning me. He wrapped his arms
around my chest and held me close for a few minutes, not moving or doing
anything, not talking. We just lay there pressed together. It felt so good.

There was a slight bit of movement going on in the bed, however. Big Jake
was growing and pressing up along the crack of my ass. When I could feel it
was rock hard, Jake began pumping slightly against my ass, dragging his
dick down along the crack, then sliding it back up. He must have been
oozing quite a bit of precum because it was feeling pretty slick back
there.

"Fuck me, Jake. Fuck my hole."

He took one arm away from me and I heard him open a drawer and fumble, then
felt him pry my cheeks apart and felt a cool sensation on my puckered
hole. He rubbed a lubed finger around the hole and back and forth, pressing
slightly as he did. I focused on relaxing and felt a finger slide into
me. He worked it in and out, touching my prostate a couple of times. Soon
another finger joined in the fun. I was feeling good and loose and enjoying
his finger play. He pulled his other arm out from under me and pulled away
a bit, but kept his fingers inside me. I heard him fumbling in the drawer
again.

"Damn!"

"What's the matter?"

"I think that was my last condom that I gave Carl. There aren't any more in
here."

"Do we really need one, Jake? You tested me so you know I'm okay. What
about you?"

"I'm fine, too. I get tested frequently even though I'm always careful."

"Then it's okay."

"You trust me, babe?"

"You know I do, completely."

Jake put his arm back under me and pulled me close. He took his fingers out
of me and lubed up Big Jake. I felt him press the head against my loosened
hole and apply pressure. He opened me up as the head pushed into me. I
pushed back onto him, breathing deeply, trying to relax. He wasn't using
any of the hypnosis this time so it was a really tight fit. I was starting
to feel a little pain and thought I wouldn't be able to do it when I felt
the head pop through and my ass closed around it. Jake stopped pushing and
began kissing, nibbling and licking the back of my neck. He ran his tongue
up to my ear and nibbled on the lobe. As he stuck his tongue in my ear I
felt a shiver run all through me and at that same instant he began pushing
into me again. There was no pain as his huge log slowly made its way deep
inside me. When he was completely buried in me he wrapped both arms around
me and held me tight, almost squeezing the air out of my lungs.

Then he slowly began fucking me, pulling his dick out until I could feel
the edge of his head halfway out of my ring, then sliding back in. He went
slow, making sure he pumped the full length of his cock in and out of
me. After a few minutes he picked up speed, just a little, and I started
thrusting my ass back onto him. He continued working on my neck with his
mouth. He shocked me by reaching down and taking my dick in his lubed hand
and stroking me. This was so different from the other night when he had
fucked my brains out. This was gentle, yet firm and passionate. It suddenly
occurred to me that he wasn't just fucking me this time, he was making love
to me. He might not have been aware of it, but it was obvious to me. That
realization, combined with the twin sensations of his hand stroking my dick
and his dick stroking my prostate pushed me past the point of no return
sooner than I would have liked. My cock exploded and spurt over and over
again. I turned my head back and Jake kissed me, forcing his tongue into my
mouth. His thrusting got a little harder and I felt his cock begin to throb
in my ass as he shot his load deep into me.

Afterward, we lay together, me still impaled on Big Jake. Jake held me
tight in his arms and we both fell asleep that way.


To be continued...