Hypnotize Me
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.
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Chapter Eight
Jake
I didn't get very much sleep that night after Josh left. It was the same things bothering me, only more so. I kept thinking about that kiss. I had decided to try being naked with Josh to see if that turned me off. It obviously hadn't. I decided I must be one of those guys who would get turned on being in contact with most any naked living being. I loved having Josh suck me but getting a blowjob didn't exactly show that I was versatile. I had rimmed him the week before so that was something, but I seemed to have reached my limit as far as reciprocation went. But that kiss. I hadn't planned on that and I hadn't even thought I could kiss another guy. Not only had I done it, but I loved it.
More than the confusion over the kiss, though, I was feeling guiltier than ever about these 'secret' hypnosis sessions. My rationalization was starting to fail me. I was using Josh for my own physical pleasure without his knowledge. Yes, I was testing his ability to relax through the hypnosis. Yes, I was trying to see how receptive I might be to man-to-man sex in the hopes that I might be able to have some type of reciprocal relationship with Josh, something that he might want and enjoy. But the bottom line was that I was getting off on Josh and he wasn't even aware of it. The ends did not justify the means, especially when my ends were partially selfish.
I was able to push it all out of my head during office hours on Friday, but by the time I got home that night I had decided I wouldn't secretly put Josh under any more. I didn't think I could tell him about what I had been doing without destroying the trust he had in me, but at least I could stop it. Maybe I could talk to him about possibly pursuing some type of physical relationship, one that we could both get something out of. Maybe.
Josh
These evenings with Jake were totally confusing me. I loved the time we spent together just sitting and talking, having a couple of beers. I thought he was hotter than ever but that wasn't what our relationship was about. I felt we'd formed some kind of special bond and become good friends, despite our differences, in just a few weeks. Even so, I was obsessed with sex as soon as I left his place and thoughts of his body, of him fucking me, stayed with me all the time. I decided that I really needed to meet someone, to start having a sexual relationship with a gay guy. Maybe then I could keep my interest in Jake on a platonic level.
Friday night I took a nap after dinner and had a dream about Jake making love to me, not just fucking me, but loving me, kissing me, pleasuring me in every way with his mouth. When I awoke, I decided to go to Connexions. I had to get my mind off Jake and try to meet someone who could satisfy the needs that Jake couldn't. I got to the club a little before eleven. Tom and Mike weren't there and neither were any of the other friends I usually hung out with. There were some familiar faces and several guys I had a nodding acquaintance with, but no one I could feel comfortable talking to. So I drank instead. I had intended to watch how much I had, but as the evening passed and I didn't see anyone I was interested in, or have anyone approach me, I became more frustrated.
By twelve-thirty I was really feeling the booze and decided my next drink would be my last but the bartender refused to serve me. I hadn't thought I was noticeably drunk but apparently I was. I was stuck. I was too drunk to drive so I wasn't going anywhere, but I had no one to hang with, no one to talk to. All of the drinking and cruising hadn't worked. I was still horny and frustrated and thinking of Jake. I went downstairs where it was a little quieter and called Jake on my cell phone. He'd probably either be asleep or with his girlfriend but I was desperate. I needed to hear his voice. I needed him.
Jake
I'd stayed in Friday night and read, trying to forget that I was now single and had nothing to do on a Friday. I turned in early but was awakened by the phone sometime after midnight. It was Josh with a lot of noise in the background. I could barely make out what he was saying.
"Jake, it 's Josh. Talk to me. I need you. I need you to be with me."
"Where are you, Josh? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine but I'm horny, Jake. I'm at Connexions."
His words were very slurred. Obviously he'd been drinking a lot.
"Don't go anywhere, Josh. You can't drive. I'll come get you."
"You gonna fuck me, Jake? Please come fuck me."
"No, Josh, I can't do that. You know that. We've talked about this before."
"I know you're straight but why can't you fuck me? I need it so bad and you're my friend. Help me out and fuck me."
He was really wasted. He kept going on and on, practically begging me for sex. The more I said no, the more he insisted. He was babbling and pleading. I tried to be firm with him. I just wanted him to calm down and wait so I could go get him.
"You've got to stop this nonsense. Listen to me, Josh. You're becoming obsessed with the idea of getting fucked."
The telephone went quiet; no background noise, no Josh.
"Josh? Are you there? Josh!"
No response. We must have been cut off. I jumped out of bed and started throwing my clothes on. I kept thinking about what a mess he was, how insistent he'd been. Aside from when he was under hypnosis, he'd never brought up the idea of us having sex. Now he was practically demanding it. He'd had way too much to drink and I had to get over there before he tried to get in his car.
I was just pulling out onto Route 24 when the last words of our conversation ran through my head. Fuck! Had I really said that? Oh, shit! I'd said the words, 'Listen to me, Josh.' What did I say right after that? Something about him being obsessed. Damn, he was drunk in a gay bar, under a hypnotic spell, obsessed with the idea of getting fucked. What had I done?
I flew up I-287 to Boonton. The parking lot was half empty by the time I got there but I saw Josh's Mustang off to one side. At least he wasn't trying to drive. That had been my original fear but him staying inside the bar might be even worse. I ran inside and upstairs and looked around the dance floor area. It was pretty dark but I didn't see anyone who resembled Josh. I went into the main bar and he wasn't there either. I walked up to the bar and got the bartender's attention and described Josh.
"Oh sure, I know who you mean. I cut him off over half an hour ago. He could hardly stand."
"Where did he go? Have you seen him in the past few minutes?"
"He was just over by the pool table talking to a bear a minute ago."
"Bear?"
"Yeah, you know, a big hairy guy."
That sure didn't sound like Josh's type.
"Where'd they go?"
"I think they went out on the patio by the tracks. He could use the fresh air."
I headed for the door he pointed to and found myself on a small paved area with almost no lighting. There were a couple of guys making out against a railing overlooking the parking lot. I didn't see anyone else. A little ways up the tracks it got darker and a bit overgrown. I walked that way and heard a noise. Behind a large bush I saw Josh with his pants around his ankles. There was a big guy behind him, one hand on his ass.
"Leave him alone." The guy was a lot bigger than me but maybe he'd just leave if I stood firm.
"Why don't you just get out of here, buddy? Nobody invited you to join in."
"Let him be. Josh, come over here."
Josh turned toward me and started to pull up his pants.
"I really need to get fucked. Are you gonna fuck me, Jake?"
"He'll have to get in line. You asked me first, kid."
Josh turned back towards the other guy. I started toward him and snapped my fingers. Josh jumped, looked at the guy and then rushed over to me and threw his arms around me.
"Oh, God, Jake, I don't know what I'm doing. I think I'm going crazy. Take me home, please."
The other guy gave up and headed back to the bar, glaring at me as he passed. I led Josh to the stairs along the side of the building and we went down to the parking lot.
"I'll bring you back for your car in the morning, Josh. You're in no condition to drive."
I helped him into the passenger seat and buckled his seat belt. He leaned his head back and didn't say a word all the way back to my place. I wasn't sure if he was awake or not. He needed help getting out of the car but made it into the kitchen on his own. Once we were inside, though, he broke down and cried. I just held him in my arms and tried to soothe him. He finally got himself under control.
"I don't think we'd better do the hypnosis anymore, Jake. I think it's doing something to my head. I'm just totally obsessed with sex and I'm out of control."
"We'll talk about it in the morning, Josh. Things aren't as bad as you think."
"I'm scared, Jake, really scared."
"Everything's going to be okay, Josh. I'll take care of you."
Yeah, right. I was the one responsible for all of this. I was the one fucking with his head. How could I tell him how I'd abused his trust, abused him, put him in such danger? It wasn't going to be easy but I knew I had to. He had to know he wasn't going crazy.
I led him into my bedroom. I had two guest rooms but he was in no condition to sleep alone, especially in a strange place. The king sized bed in my room would be fine, just what he needed. I undressed him but left his boxers on. No point in tempting either one of us too much. I went into the bathroom and came out with a glass of water and a couple of aspirins for Josh. He swallowed them and lay down. I looked at him as I stripped down to my boxers and then got in next to him. I slipped an arm under his shoulders and pulled him snug against me. I kissed him on the cheek.
"You're okay, Josh. You're safe. Go to sleep."
Josh
I was totally out of control. I knew I'd had too much to drink but I lost it when I was on the phone with Jake. I shocked even myself when I started begging him to fuck me. For some reason I just had to have it that night and as soon as I realized Jake wasn't going to do it I hung up to find someone who would. I was a man on a mission but I didn't have much to pick from. It had been a slow night anyway and it was less than an hour to closing. I made my way through the whole bar to see who was there, who might be interested. I tried to look as available as possible. By the time I got back to the pool table I hadn't seen anyone even remotely appealing but I knew that I had to find someone. I stopped to look around and noticed this big older guy staring at me. He must have been nearly forty and while he wasn't huge, he was over six feet tall and had a few extra pounds on him. He also had a full beard. Not at all my usual type but then, I was usually looking for a hot little blond to fuck. I wanted to get fucked this time and this guy looked like he might be into that.
When he saw me looking back at him, he headed across the room towards me. He introduced himself and started making small talk but I was impatient. After a few minutes I suggested we go outside. I'd never been out there and didn't know if there was a place we could get a little privacy but I was desperate. We found a spot a little ways from the building where it was pretty dark. I pulled a condom from my pocket and handed it to him, then dropped my pants. I needed it so bad. He had just grabbed my ass when I heard Jake's voice.
I was so torn. I wanted to get fucked more than anything, but I wanted it to be Jake. He practically ordered me to come to him and there was no way I could say no to him, but I didn't want to give up on a sure thing, either. It was like I was being pulled in two directions and I couldn't make up my mind, but it felt like it wasn't really my choice. All of a sudden, I knew what I had to do. I had to go to Jake. I looked at the other guy and couldn't believe I'd nearly done it with him. What was I thinking? What was going on in my head? I knew I was drunk but that didn't explain my insane behavior.
I let Jake lead me to his car and take me home to his place. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I wasn't there. I was so ashamed of the way I'd acted. It was bad enough to be like that in front of strangers, but what must Jake think of me? First I called him drunk out of my mind and begged him to fuck me, and then when he showed up I was about to get fucked by a stranger out behind the bar. I held it in until we got into his townhouse and then I just fell apart. I couldn't believe how kind he was, holding me, soothing me. And then he took me to bed in his room. There was no way I deserved a friend like him. When he got into bed and pulled me to him I nearly cried again. What a great guy.
To be continued...