Date: Wed, 03 Dec 2003 19:06:13 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Hypnotic

HYPNOTIC
BY:  MOORE

Chapter One

"You believe it?"

"I don't know...maybe."

"C'mon, Larry, it was an act.  Barbara wasn't really hypnotized."

"Then why did she kiss Bill, twice, with her boyfriend watching?
Frank didn't think it was very funny?  You know what I'd do if I
could hypnotize a 16 year old girl like Barbara?"

"Make her bark like a dog?"

"No, asshole, I'd make her play with my prick...jerk me off."

Lucky girl, I thought, the germ of an idea taking shape in my brain.
"You know, Larry, you're right. I bet if you practiced you could
make a girl go all the way.  Make her take off all her clothes and
suck you off.  Maybe even let you fuck her."

Larry Evans is not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but he's
my best friend.  Has been since he moved next door three years ago
which was about the time my wet dreams stopped, I began to jerk off
on a daily basis and put on my first jock strap. Not that I needed
a jock in the seventh grade, few of us did, but that's what every
boy had to wear for gym.  Shower too, naked off course.  Thank god
my school had separate stalls.

"You think the library is still open?"

"Not on Sunday.  Why?"

"Take out a book on hypnotism and start practicing.  Oh, well, I
guess my first blow job will have to wait a few days."

Larry's arrival in the neighborhood also hastened the frightening
realization and ultimate acceptance that I was a homosexual. Naked
boys turned me on as I discovered while watching my camp counselor
jerking off behind the bunk house the previous summer. He noticed
my keen interest and took me aside after blasting a load of sperm
in my direction.

"Go ahead and touch my dick, Marty," he said when we were alone.
"It spurts, but it doesn't bite."

His prick was warm, sticky with sperm, and the smell from his
crotch made me tingle all over.  I stroked his prick and played
with his balls and pubic hair until he got hard and shot another
load of sperm high into the air.

By the middle of July I was sucking his cock every night after
lights out. Head boy, that's what he called me the first time he
came in my mouth. Two more counselors soon joined the nightly party
that was taking place in my mouth. And two more after them.  Five
blow jobs a night and more blow jobs during the day when I could
sneak away from my group. Sucking dick, jerking off with a big hard
cock squirting hot cum into my mouth was a lot more fun than any
other camp activity.

Chapter Two

I volunteered to be Larry's subject after doing some research of my
own on the topic. The library had a ton of books on hypnosis, Larry
had taken out the most basic.  He put me under easily enough and I,
according to my plan, was very responsive to his suggestions.

A true test of his skill as a hypnotist, we agreed, was making me
do something out of character. He laughed when I suggested a blow
job.  "Would you really take my prick in your mouth?"

"I wouldn't know I was doing it if I was hypnotized," I said matter
of factly.  "And just think of what you can get a girl to do if this
hypnotism stuff really works."

Larry was easily convinced that he had the gift...why else would I
be on my knees sucking his cock and swallowing his cum several times
a week?  No way was his best friend a fag.  I planned each session
meticulously to insure that we would be alone at my house or his
long enough for an unhurried blow job. The only thing I didn't plan
was Larry boasting about his skill to a cousin from out of town.

"Bet you five bucks I can hypnotize Marty and make him do anything I
say,"  Larry bragged while we were shooting hoops in the park.

His cousin Steven, two years older than us, took the bet.  And
that's how I ended up on my knees with Steven's dick spurting a
big load of cum into my mouth.

"You're friend is a queer, Larry, a faggot cocksucker.  You can
hypnotize a person, but you can't make them do something they
wouldn't do when they're awake."

I knew that from my research...Larry's book, Hypnosis Made Easy,
didn't bother with little details.

"Here's your five bucks," Steven said as he zipped up his jeans.
"Your faggot friend is a helluva cocksucker."


Chapter Three

I guess Larry didn't want a faggot for a friend because he hardly
spoke to me for a week.  Maybe he got horny, I know I was missing
his friendship and his cock, because he finally agreed to talk it
out.

I apologized, said I was sorry for fooling him and pretending to be
hypnotized. I prattled on until he held up his hand to stop me.

"Forget it, Marty, I don't care about that shit. I got two questions
and I want honest answers."

"Okay, shoot."

"Was Steven right, are you really a faggot?"

I could have lied and said no, but our friendship meant a lot. The
words stuck in my throat, I'd never said it out loud before, "Yes,
I am a faggot."

"Why?"

"I don't know why," I said honestly after thinking about it for a
few minutes.  "Why do you like vanilla ice cream or the Simpsons?
Why do you like girls?"

"I don't know why, I just do," Larry answered without pause.

"Well, its the same for me. I don't know why I'm a faggot, I just do
like doing what faggots do. I like to suck cock and I like it when a
guy cums in my mouth.  I'd like to get on my knees and suck you off
right now if you'd let me."

Larry didn't try to hide the bulge in his pants or the gleam in his
eye as he stood before me. I fell to my knees and reached for his
zipper before the words were out of his mouth.

"Do you want me to hypnotize you first?"