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Chapter Ten
Josh
I got to Jake's a few minute before seven. I'd picked up a bottle of merlot on the way over. He hadn't said anything about what we were having for dinner but something about him said red meat. Maybe just my horned up imagination, but sure enough, he had the grill going out on the patio and a London broil marinating. He greeted me at the door with a hug and then surprised me with a kiss on the lips. No tongue, but a firm kiss just the same.
"All recovered from last night's adventure?"
"Don't remind me. I can't imagine why I wasn't really hung over this morning. Maybe there's magic in your bed."
"Oh, there is, Josh. Just wait until later. You'll see."
He gave one cheek of my ass a little squeeze and then led the way into the kitchen. He opened the bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. I sat on a stool while he went back to work on a big salad. We just sipped and talked as he finished up. Even after all this time I was still amazed at how he was so easy to talk to, so nice to be with. He took the meat out of the refrigerator and went out onto the patio and put it on the grill. I carried our wineglasses out. We sat side by side in a couple of chairs on the patio while the meat cooked and we talked. There was nothing sexual in our conversation, but he ran a fingertip lightly over the back of my hand as we talked. It gave me chills and made me hot inside at the same time.
As platonic as the evening was all through dinner, just talking, eating and enjoying each other's company, I felt an undercurrent of sexual energy. I couldn't quite get my mind off the idea that we were actually going to have sex; that Jake was going to make love to me. Okay, maybe love wasn't the right word. We weren't in love but we did like each other a lot. So it was going to be somewhere between fucking and making love.
It was after eleven when Jake suggested we adjourn to the bedroom. I started feeling nervous and he seemed a bit on edge as well. We'd spent the night before together in that bed but this was different. We each undressed and I stopped at my boxers and looked at Jake. He was down to his white boxer briefs and looked so hot. He had a huge bulge hanging to the left. I got hard instantly. He gave me an odd look, almost like he was nervous.
"Well, Josh, I guess this is it. Ready or not, let's get started."
We each pulled our underwear off at the same time. Jake wasn't hard but his dick was definitely swollen. Even in that state he was a lot bigger than my fully erect cock. I got into bed and pulled the sheet over me. He climbed in from the other side and slid over to me. We tentatively touched each other, my hands roaming all over his body, feeling his smooth, hot skin. He mostly ran his hands over my shoulders and back. We kissed. chastely at first, then more passionately. We made out for a while and I could feel his dick pressing against me but he still wasn't hard. I was so hard I thought I'd explode if he touched me, though I was pretty sure he wouldn't touch me there. Finally, he pulled away.
"I'm not sure this is going to work, Josh. I'm feeling pretty awkward."
"But I thought you wanted it, Jake. I thought you wanted to fuck me."
"I do, you can't believe how I've dreamed of having your ass, but being in bed with a guy like this is so strange. Not just a guy, but you. I like you so much and I really want to fuck your ass, but I don't want it to be just a fuck and I'm not sure I can do any more than that. I like you too much and I want you to enjoy it, too."
"Don't think about it so much, Jake. Just do what you want. You did what you wanted before and from what you told me I would have enjoyed all of what you did."
"Yeah, but there are some things I can't do and you should get everything you want."
"No one ever gets everything, Jake. You can kiss me, rim me, fuck me, let me suck you. That's plenty. Just relax and do what feels good to you."
"Maybe YOU should hypnotize ME, Josh. I want it to be good for both of us."
"Then stop worrying and take what you want. You know you want to fuck my hole so just do it. Don't think about me. I promise I'll be right there with you, getting as much out of it as you. I'm the hole you always wanted. Just fuck me."
I'd never talked that way before but I thought that maybe if I put it in blunt terms Jake would relate to it better. I knew he wouldn't be thinking of it as making love and I thought he might have an easier time of it if he could forget I was his friend and just thought of me as a hole he'd been dreaming about fucking.
Jake
I couldn't believe I was having trouble getting it up. That's never been a problem for me. I never got that concerned about whether my partner was going to enjoy it either. I mean, I wasn't selfish in bed, far from it. It's just that I knew I was good, I knew what to do. I just followed my instincts and what they led me to do was usually pretty satisfactory for both me and the lady I was with. But I had no instincts for a guy. Okay, I liked Josh a lot and craved his hole, but other than that, what was I supposed to do? I sure had no desires toward his cock. It was weird enough just lying on him and feeling it poking me in the belly. This was requiring too much thinking when it should have been animal lust. I hadn't had a problem when I played with him in the den. That was because he was under hypnosis and the only thing that mattered was what I wanted to do. I was free to try anything. He wasn't going to remember it anyway, so his satisfaction didn't matter and I didn't have to worry about what he was thinking and feeling. That was a pretty selfish way of looking at it but here I was obsessing in the other direction with Josh telling me to forget him and do what I wanted. If this was going to work I knew what I had to do.
"Listen to me, Josh." He looked up at me, wide-eyed in anticipation. "I'm going to fuck you now. I want it and so do you. I know I'm going to love it and I think you will, too."
"Then do it, Jake, fuck me, fuck my ass."
Big Jake was instantly hard. I ground my hips into Josh's pressing my dick against his. I kissed him hard but didn't spend too much time on that. Now that I'd made up my mind how to proceed there was just one thing I wanted. I backed off Josh and knelt between his thighs. With the middle finger of my right hand I tickled him between his ball sack and his hole. Josh moaned, grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his lower back, spreading and bending his legs, raising his ass up for me. I lifted his balls and saw his hot little hole. It was all I could do not to just ram Big Jake into him. I reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a Magnum XL condom and some lube.
I squeezed some lube onto my fingers and played with his hole a bit, running my fingertips around it, now and then pressing one into him. He lay there looking up at me, moaning.
"Oh, yeah, Jake, more, I want more. Take me, take what you want."
I worked one finger all the way into his hole and slid it in and out a few time, then pushed a second finger in. I fucked them into him, twisting and turning them as I did. I stared at my thick dark fingers as they slid in and out of that pink hole, mesmerized by the sight. I worked a third finger in and twisted them and pushed in and out. He was snug but not tight, and unbelievably hot inside. I squeezed my little finger in with the others and then he was tight.
"Just relax and work with me, Josh. I need to open you up so I can get inside you."
I could feel his muscles loosen up and for a second I thought I might lose my hand. He was ready. I gripped Big Jake tightly in my fist and stroked toward the head, milking a generous amount of precum out. I ran my thumb around the head, spreading the slippery stuff around. Holding the condom wrapper in my teeth I tore it open, then hesitated. Was it really necessary? I knew my health status and I'd run the test on Josh myself. We were both fine. I shrugged. Maybe next time after I had a chance to discuss it with him. I put the condom over the head and unrolled it down the shaft, then dribbled lots of lube on it, working it all around. I pulled my fingers from his hole and lifted his legs onto my shoulders, placing the head of my cock at his slightly gaping entry. I pushed forward with my hips and Big Jake slid all the way into Josh in one swift move, meeting almost no resistance at all.
"Oh, damn, fill me up with that tree trunk, Jake. Fuck me, fuck me hard."
I snapped my fingers and felt his ring contract on my rod. Now that I was inside him I didn't need the hypnosis to help me take control, to keep him under my control. I could trust my instincts from here on. He was tighter without the spell and that's just how I wanted him. This was going to be the fuck of a lifetime and I wanted it to be real for both of us. Besides, ending the spell had the added advantage of my not having to worry about what I said. I was in the mood to be pretty vocal and didn't want to be shouting out unintended commands for him to obey.
I leaned forward, pushing more of Josh's weight up onto his upper back and shoulders, then slowly pulled almost all the way out of his hole. When I felt the edge of my head at his ring, I slammed back into him. Josh grunted. I started slowly long dicking him.
"That's it, Jake. Fuck me. Please fuck my hole."
"You like my fat ten-incher in your hole, don't you Josh? You like having me inside you?"
"Oh, yeah. I never felt so good, so full. Ram it into me, plow me, fuck me hard. I need you to fuck me."
"You asked for it. Pay attention, Josh. I'm gonna show you what your man hole is for."
I started picking up speed, slamming harder and harder into him. With each thrust I felt like I was going further into him. My fucking pushed him all the way up the bed and I had to grab his shoulders and pull him back to keep his head from hitting the headboard. I kept ramming harder and harder into him and he kept begging for more. After a while I pulled all the way out, flipped Josh over onto all fours and thrust Big Jake back into him, impaling him. I grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto my dick, then began pistoning into him. His arms and legs gave out after a few minutes and he collapsed on his belly on the bed. I slowed down and pulled my dick completely out of him. I took Big Jake in my hand and aimed him at the hole, and punched back into Josh. I did this over and over, pulling out and thrusting back in. Once, with the head just barely in his stretched hole, I threw all my weight down on him, forcing my rod down into him. He let out a combination grunt and moan. I repeated this a few times and Josh gasped. I felt his ring tighten around Big Jake and I knew he was cumming. I began pumping steadily into him and in no time I was exploding inside of him, filling the condom with my juices. I collapsed on his back and just pay there exhausted, my dick still hard inside him.
Josh
Once Jake finally decided to fuck me I laid back and tried to relax. I was surprised at how easy it was, considering how big his dick was. His fingers felt so good inside me. I'd thought about him fingerfucking me right from that first visit to his office when those fat fingers caught my attention. He kept opening me more and I wanted more. Finally, he lined his huge cock up with my hole and took possession of it. He slid all the way in and though it felt good it wasn't the great feeling I expected. But then all of a sudden my ass clamped down on Big Jake and the sensations that went through me were incredible. Every move he made stretched me more than I could imagine. He was filling me, taking charge of me, occupying me. I looked up into his eyes and saw that he was in heaven. Knowing that I was doing that to him, knowing that it was Jake, this beautiful man who was my friend, took me to that same plane. I enjoyed every second of the marathon fuck but it was more than just a physical experience. It was like nothing I'd ever known before. As I looked into his eyes I realized that it was more than just our bodies uniting. We were one on so many levels.
After exploding with what had to be the biggest orgasm of my life I just lay there under Jake, completely spent, still impaled on his big rod, unable to do anything but breathe and not doing that particularly well. Jake seemed to be in the same condition. We gasped and panted for a few minutes and finally Jake slowly rolled off me, pulling his dick out of me. I felt like my ass was gaping wide open. Jake lay along side me and pulled me into his arms. We just lay like that, cuddling, not saying anything for the longest time. Finally, I turned to Jake and lightly ran my fingers over his face.
"That was incredible, Jake. I've never felt anything like it before."
"You mean that, Josh? It was good for you, too?"
"Are you kidding? I've never come like that in my life. That was the best. Was it all you expected?"
He was quiet for a few minutes. He just lay there staring at the ceiling.
"Yeah, it was good, Josh, real good."
Good? Just good? Jake turned me on my side and spooned me from behind, holding me tight to his chest. In no time his rhythmic breathing told me that he'd fallen asleep. 'Real good' kept echoing through my head. What did I expect? After all, he was a straight guy fucking another guy. Obviously he wasn't going to feel about it the way I did. It was just an orgasm to him, probably better than jerking off, but still just a physical thing, even with his anal fixation. I had to accept that the most intense personal experience of my life had been just a 'real good' orgasm to him.
He was a little more communicative, a little more like my old friend Jake, over breakfast in the morning.
"So it was really good for you, Josh? I'm sorry if I didn't do it right or the way you might have wanted it. I really don't have much to go on with guys, you know, but I did want it to be good for you."
"It was, Jake, it was fantastic. Don't worry about me. I wouldn't have changed a thing. You were wonderful."
"Thanks, so were you. I never thought I'd enjoy sex with a guy so much. Of course, I have been dreaming about your hole since we met. That helped."
It suddenly hit me that that was the problem. We'd both said it so many times but I hadn't clearly thought it. To me, what had happened the night before had been Jake making love to me. Jake wasn't into having sex with guys, so to him it had just been about fucking a hole. Fucking a guy he had problems with. Fucking a hole he didn't. I had to start thinking of it his way because there was no way he was going to think of it my way. I think in the few minutes following our incredible orgasms the night before I had allowed myself to start to fall in love, to think this might become something more than friends who got each other off. I had to remember who we were and what our relationship was about. Jake's friendship had become too important to me to fuck up.
"So do you want to hang out together today, Jake? I don't have any plans. Maybe we could catch a movie or something."
"Sorry, Josh, my Sundays have been booked for years. I meet my old college buddy, Carl, at the gym and then we go to Bennigan's for lunch, several beers and whatever games are on TV."
"Oh, okay." Straight guy stuff. Why was I surprised? "I guess I should go home and do my laundry anyway. Maybe another time."
"Yeah, Josh, another time. You want to come over and hang out on Tuesday?"
"Sure, I'd like that. You gonna hypnotize me?"
"No, I don't think you need that anymore. One of these days I'll have to put you under to remove that posthypnotic suggestion, though."
"No rush. It's not like it's a problem." I took a deep breath and asked the question that was really on my mind. "So, Jake, do you think we can fuck again sometime?"
"You really liked it that much, Josh?" He looked a little uncomfortable.
"Yeah, I did. If you liked it too there's no reason why we shouldn't do it some more. It's not like it means anything. It's just fun."
He thought about it a minute.
"Well, when you put it that way. If you enjoyed it that much I suppose we could do it again sometime. Maybe not Tuesday, though."
When I got back to my apartment I thought about what was going on with us, what must be going on in Jake's head. He obviously still wanted to pursue our friendship. He'd brought up Tuesday night, after all. And he'd also clearly gotten off on the fucking, though maybe he was having second thoughts about it. In spite of that, he was still concerned that I had had a good time. Maybe if I let him know how much I had enjoyed it (without making it into anything other than physical pleasure) he would be more comfortable doing it again.
Jake
Fucking Josh's hole nearly destroyed me. I'd been fantasizing about it for so long but it was infinitely better than anything I'd imagined. It was the hottest fuck in my life but it was so much more than that. The second I sunk Big Jake into Josh, I knew it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I felt like I was home, like I'd been lost my whole life and I'd finally found myself. Big Jake belonged in Josh's ass. I belonged in Josh. When I looked down into his eyes I thought I was going to fall in. In a split second our souls were joined. Our bodies were one, our souls were one. I'd never felt that connection with anyone before. It scared the hell out of me. I had to break eye contact, flip Josh over on his belly and fuck him from behind. Even then, I kept looking down at his hair, his neck, his back, his beautiful pale skin. I'd wanted to fuck a hot hole, but I was fucking Josh. And then I didn't want to fuck Josh, I wanted to make love to him. The more confused my mind got the more my body turned into a fucking machine. Just fuck him. Just fuck that fine hole. I threw myself into it, trying to wear myself out, trying to shut down my brain, trying to make this what it was supposed to be, a fuck, plain and simple.
It worked. It was a fantastic fuck and it wore me out. Once I came down from the high though, my brain started asking questions again. I forced myself to stop thinking, comforted myself by holding Josh in my arms, and fell asleep.
The next morning things were a bit easier. We were dressed in the kitchen having breakfast and it was like old times, just two friends hanging out. I could even talk about the sex, a little, anyway. Whatever was going on in my head, one thing I knew-I didn't want to lose Josh's friendship. He'd become important to me. If keeping him as a friend meant never fucking him again, that's what I would do. The fucking didn't seem to disturb him, though. He apparently had loved every minute of it and wanted more. I wasn't sure I could do that, but if he really wanted it and it didn't interfere with the rest of our lives, maybe...
To be continued...