Adam's library find yields some interesting changes for him and his roommate, Brock.
I get back to my dorm room and I start studying the Self-Taught Hypnosis book with the first page (after the message). It starts with the first lesson which is more about the history of hypnotism and who the famous people on. The book goes on to say all the famous celebrities to be hypnotized at one point, which was probably the only interesting part. I continue to read the lessons and get through the rest of the 5 lessons of the book, practicing the words it wants me to out loud and preparing the script I will have to use on Brock when he gets back from his classes this evening.
Brock gets back, we eat some dinner in the dining hall, and once back in the room, I said to him, “You ready to do that hypno thing?”
He said, “Oh yeah dude, I totally almost forgot about that!” He could be so oblivious and forgetful sometimes.
“Okay, let’s get started,” I said and I went to lock the door so we weren’t disturbed. One of the things the book mentioned was that interruptions can be mind, and the hypnotist should be focused at all times to the person being hypnotized.
“Adam, let’s keep it simple. No funny business here. I don’t want to wake up and be naked outside in the quad with my underwear on the flagpole or something!”
I snort and say, “No, nothing like that. I will help you get your grades up, stay focus, and then make you taller. Now, pull up a chair and let’s try this. You ready?” For the part about making him taller, I wave my hands in the air like I am performing a magic trick. As if just willing him to make him taller will work or something.
“Yeah, I think so. I trust you man.” He sits his cute ass in a chair, and I sit across facing him. I start in a deep, calm voice that he needs to listen to my voice, that nothing else matters, and to let his eyelids get heavier and heavier. It sounds a little cliché compared to what I was used to in the movies and such, but that’s what it said to do. Just make sure they are listening and focusing on your voice, and to block out everything out.
Sure enough, Brock’s eyelids start to drop a bit, and before long, his head falls to the side of his shoulder and he slumps down. Wow, I thought, that didn’t take as much effort as I thought it would. The book mentioned that some people respond better than others.
“Brock,” I say. “Can you hear my voice and do you feel very relaxed?”
“Yessssss,” he robotically responds.
“Okay.” I want to test how much control over him I have. I probably failed to tell him that I have a slight fetish about being in control over someone. There’s something about dominance and such that I’ve always wanted to try, but never really had the chance to do. Nothing illegal or unsafe though. The book implied that I could pretty much will anything over someone, which is completely the opposite of everything I had heard about in science articles about hypnotism. I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to try at least.
“Brock, the first thing I want you to do is raise your left hand in the air and wiggle your fingers around.” He responded and slowly raised his arm in the air and wiggled his fingers around. I thought he would stop but he kept doing it. Wow, I thought, I guess it really is that simple.
“Okay, you can stop doing that and put your arm down.” He put his arm back down in his lap. He was wearing a tank that was a big loose on him. I really loved guys that wore those kinds of shirts to the gym. I was so horny and couldn’t stop myself from saying the next thing that came out of my mouth.
“Even when I wake you up from this, I have some influence over your actions. You won’t do anything you don’t completely want to do, but if I say to grow or merely suggest things for you to do then you will do that. You will be unaware this is happening but it will feel very good to you and make you horny every time it happens. If you don’t get off, then it will just make you even more horny. Do you understand?” I couldn’t believe I was saying this. I glanced down near where his dick outline and thought I saw it stir, but I figured I was just imagining it.
“Yes,” he mumbled.
“You know I’m gay and into guys and are totally cool with it. We act like we’ve been best buddies for years and it’s not awkward at all.” I continued.
“I know you’re gay and am okay with it,” he repeated.
I better wrap this up, I thought. He did want me to make him taller, but I figured I would try out the suggestion I gave him earlier for that. I next instructed him with the following “Okay, now it’s going to be time for you to wake up. I’m going to count down from 5 and then snap my fingers loudly, and you’ll wake up. You’ll feel refreshed, awake, and you won’t remember any of this at all. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand,” he replied.
“Okay, 5…4…3…2…1,” I snapped my fingers and Brock opened his eyes and woke up.
“Hey dude, did it work?” Brock said. He stood up from his chair and noticed he was the same height. “Guess not.”
“Yeah it totally worked!” I said. “When did you become 6’5”?”
That’s when the changes hit him.
I was mesmerized by the whole experience. It was all surreal to me and I couldn’t believe that I had actually done it. I was snapped out of my daze by what he asked me next.
“What are you staring at?” He turned his head a bit like he felt like he was missing something and put his now longer arm up to his head and was scratching it. The hair fell down across his face where his beautiful blue eyes were staring right through me.
“O-Oh, nothing. I thought you had something on your face,” I stumbled. Caught in a lie. I was not a good liar at all.
“Sure,” he responded skeptically. To my relief, he didn’t ask anything further. “Anyway, I guess hypnotism isn’t real or anything.” He laughed.
I didn’t say anything. I had to cover my face so I wouldn’t give anything away. I reached into my backpack and grabbed one of my notebooks from class. I needed the distraction for the night and studying seemed to be the best thing to do that with.
We both went to bed at our usual time but I had a hard time sleeping. An hour or two after we turned out the lights, I heard a weird sound. It was a soft creaking sound.
Oh shit, I knew what that meant. That means that Brock was horny from earlier and was stroking his cock. I think that he thought I would be asleep or something because he’s tried it before and I’ve heard him moan softly a few times. Tonight with everything that happened during the day I was feeling pretty horny myself which made me almost regret the next thing that came out of my mouth.
“If you’re going to do that, you should come stroke in my bed with me,” I blurted out loud. I couldn’t believe how forward I was being.
It was dark and I wasn’t facing him but I heard the creaking stop. Oh shit. Now I did it. I heard him climb out of bed, turn on the lamp next to him, and then proceed to walk over to my side of the bed.
“Well, move over then, dude,” is what I heard him say. He definitely didn’t have to tell me twice. I turned over and saw him in his boxers with a good-sized bulge in my face. I made room in my bed for his now taller frame. He climbed into my bed right next to me with the tent in his boxers front and center. My cock started to stir in my own boxers.
“I thought you were a nudist and didn’t like to wear clothes,” I said.
“I don’t.” After he said that, the clothes just disappeared. He was laying there totally naked with his erect cock. It was a healthy size and I had to guess it was probably 6 inches or so. God, he was beautiful being so tall. He pushed his hair back to the side. He said, “Now are we going to do this or what? I have an early class.” He acted like we had been doing this since we moved in.
“Oh, right. Sure.” I said. “But let’s wait to blow our loads together, okay?”
“Sure, dude.”
We began to stroke our cocks. My semi-hard cock now grew fully hard in my hand. It was only about 5” average sized and not very thick. Kind of added to the rest of me. I looked over at Brock stroking his cock and then at his face. He seemed to be in his own little zone. I watched as his cock throbbed with his movements which made me only get more hard.
“How’s it feel?” I finally asked him.
“So good, man. Mmm… I’m getting so close, but I just can’t seem to get over the edge.”
I bet it that’s because of what I added earlier about waiting. He did seem really horny and the moaning was really turning me on. I kept watching intently as he stroked his hard dick up and down against his thin frame, thinking about how good it would be to have in my mouth.
“Here, try stroking mine and I’ll stroke yours,” I eventually said to him.
He bristled for a split second, and then as my words took control he softly said, “Never tried that before.”
I reached out to grab his cock and he reached over to grab mine. His hand was so warm. I almost blew my load right there but I wanted to savor the moment. I started to stroke him off and noticed that his deck was rock hard. He was squirming a bit like he was in a lot of pleasure from the things I’ve been telling him to do today, but he couldn’t get off on it.
My head rolled back. God it felt so good. And then I heard him moan. He was enjoying this too. “Yeah, Adam, stroke that cock!” he exclaimed. Shit, was this my doing? I figured he was just enjoying the moment.
“Brock, that feels so fucking good,” I moaned as well. “I’m getting close to cumming. Kiss me and let’s cum together like we never have before.”
He leaned over, put his free arm against my face gently and pulled me in. I felt his warm lips hit mine. The rush from that and him stroking me pushed me over the edge.
“FUCKKKKKK!” he yelled.
My whole body tensed up and I moaned very loudly through our mini makeout session. The orgasm for me was super intense and I felt the cum hitting both of us. At the same time, Brock shuddered and he shot his load as well. Ropes of his cum hit his chest, face, and hair. He kept cumming buckets and buckets. We were both in ecstasy. Some of his cum even managed to hit me in the face as well.
“Wow! That was intense, dude!” he said. “I really needed that. I’m gonna get cleaned up. Good night.” He climbed out of my bed and went to the bathroom to clean himself off. I laid back in my bed exhausted.
My imagination ran wild that night for the changes to come. This was going to be a lot of fun tomorrow.