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Sleep, Dude!
By
The first thing you gotta know is that this all happened kinda by chance. I mean, it’s not like we set out to get into Jake’s pants (not that we had a problem with it!). The whole thing started out as just a prank. Us? Oh, that’s Jimmy Dugan and me – Pete Bonner, and Jake’s Jake Sly. We’re surfers here in Malibu, and we hang out together a lot when the waves are good or the chicks aren’t. We’re all pretty hot, I guess. I’m dark-haired with blue eyes, Jimmy’s a crazy Irish redhead (although it’s bleached nearly blond by the sun) and has these really incredible green sparklers, and Jake has light brown hair and chocolate, puppy-dog eyes. We all have tanned, toned SoCal bods and bitchin’ (if I do say it myself) beach boy faces. Anyway, we all make a pretty decent showing, but Jake’s the best looking. Now Jakey, he’s strictly a ladies’ man, no dudes need apply; but Jimmy and me, we don’t see any point in restricting ourselves, if you catch my drift. So, even though, like I said, it wasn’t a planned thing, we were, like, alert to the opportunity.
The second thing you gotta know is that it was the week after spring break, and the three of us were all hurtin’ for female companionship. Like, one week there are all these horny little coed snowbirds out for fun and sun and a cool California dude to show ’em a good time (or whatever), and practically pulling you into their rooms and raping you, and then the next week, nada, zilch, zippo. We were, like, goin’ through withdrawal, and endless summer was lookin’ to be just that.
The third thing you gotta know is that Jimmy’s this, like, super-brain. You’d think the dude was Einstein’s illegitimate grandson or something. He’s a walking encyclopedia, and, as far as I can tell, an off-the-cuff expert on fuckin’ everything! He’d be unbearable except he’s cool about it – no ego.
So this is how it all went down. We were hangin’ out at the beach. It had looked like a good day for waves, but the surf died down too soon, and the female scenery was pretty lame, so we were basically just lying around workin’ on our tans and shootin’ the breeze. I’d seen these posters on the boardwalk advertising some hypnotist dude that was going to do a show in one of the theatres that night, Tom Blank, or something – I forget. Anyway, I mentioned I’d seen ’em, and asked if Jimmy or Jake was interested in checkin’ it out. Jake just kinda mumbled. He can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, and he was midway into a nap there on the warm sand. Jimmy was more interested. He said that hypnotism could get some really bitchin’ effects. But he added, with a wink, we wouldn’t have to pay for show tickets to see it, because he knew how to do it himself.
I was all, like, you’re shittin’ me, dude, but Jimmy just smiled a funny kind of smile, and said, that, no, he really could hypnotize people, and did I want a demonstration. So of course I made him put his money where his mouth was.
Jimmy leaned down so that his mouth was real close to Jake’s ear. Jake hadn’t even twitched while Jimmy and I had been goin’ at it, so it was pretty clear he was still in dreamland. Jimmy started talking, real soft. I almost couldn’t hear what he was saying, what with the ocean and the rest of the beach crowd, but I concentrated really hard, and managed to filter out some of the noise. I have to say it got easier as it went along. The ocean and the hubbub just sorta dropped out of my notice. Jimmy was telling Jake to go on sleeping and just let his (Jimmy’s) voice wash over him without paying particular attention. Then he began to talk about relaxing, one muscle at a time, repeating the phrases over and over. It was real interesting; kinda cool, and intimate in a weird way. I found myself listening harder and harder, to make sure I didn’t miss anything. I kept my eyes locked on Jake, to make sure he wasn’t catching on to what Jimmy was trying to do. He never moved.
I kinda lost track of time. There was a long period (I don’t know how long) where all I really was aware of was Jake’s sleeping face and Jimmy’s voice, then suddenly Jimmy said, “Answer without waking up. Do you hear me?”
“Yes.” Jake’s voice had this strange echo to it. Then I realized, dimly (when did it get so hard to think?) that the echo was me. I’d answered at the same time.
Jimmy looked at me with a knowing grin. “So I got you too, huh, Pete?”
“Hell, no way! I’m not hypnotized, dude!” At least, that’s what I tried to say. But it came out more like, “’m na… hyp…tized…”
Jimmy’s grin turned evil. “No, Pete, you’re hypnotized all right… …Pete (and only Pete), I’m going to count to three, and you’re gonna wake up, back to your normal consciousness, feeling fine. But, dude, you’re gonna be hornier than you’ve ever been in your life!” He winked at me.
“ Bullshit!” I thought to myself. But Jimmy counted the numbers, and suddenly, the sounds of the beach came back into focus, I was aware of myself again (although I hadn’t really realized that I wasn’t before that), and my dick got rock hard as fast as a dog jumping up to beg for a treat. Thank God I had on my jams and not some dumb speedo marble bag. Even so, I had to drag the end of my towel across my lap. It was fuckin’ lewd!
I glared at Jimmy, who was practically giving himself a hernia trying not to laugh out loud, but before I could chew him out, he put his hush finger to his lips, and pointed at Jake, still dead to the world and (I guess) in trance. Jimmy leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Keep cool, dude, and maybe the drought is over. How’d you like to get a piece of ol’ Jakey here?” That shut me up good and proper. Even without the hypno-hornies, I’d have been game for that plan, since, as I mentioned, I’m an equal opportunity horndog, and Jake ranks pretty high up on the eye-candy scale. I settled down and let the Malibu Mesmer get on with it.
Jimmy went to work putting Jake through his paces. A lot of it seemed kinda silly to me, but when I asked Jimmy later on, he explained that getting Jake to obey simple commands was the way to deepen his trance enough that he wouldn’t be able to resist the more exotic ones later on. Anyway, Jake did exactly whatever Jimmy told him to do: counting backwards, fanning himself from suggested heat, shivering from a suggested chill; laughing at an imaginary funny movie, and even crying (!) at a sad one. Early on, Jimmy got him to open his eyes, probably so that he wouldn’t attract any more attention from people nearby than could be avoided. I suppose, if you weren’t looking closely, or didn’t know Jake, you wouldn’t suspect anything. At any rate, nobody seemed to take any notice, and we weren’t gathering a crowd. But, as far as I was concerned, Jake was acting as hypnotized as I can imagine anyone being. His eyes may have been open, but there was nobody home behind them. It was as though our bud had gone on vacation, and left his bod behind, running on a maintenance program. He was like a fuckin’ robot! And I gotta say, it was fuckin’ hot!
Jimmy seemed to be satisfied with the state Jake had reached. He told him to get up and get his gear together, because we were going to take him home. Jake did as he was told, meek as a little kid, without saying a word (or changing the focus of his eyes – I swear he hardly even blinked). We’d come to the beach in Jimmy’s van, but he tossed me the keys saying, “Here, dude, you drive. I want to keep workin’ on Sleeping Beauty.” I stashed our boards in the back, and then, after Jimmy talked our zombie pal into the car, off we went.
I was paying attention to the traffic (of which, in Malibu, there’s a lot), so I couldn’t give my full attention to what Jimmy was saying to Jake, but, from what I could hear, it was a damn good thing he’d woken me back up when he did. If I’d absorbed any of these suggestions I’d have crashed us for sure. It was spooky how Jimmy was getting’ around the edges of Jake’s personality. He used the hypnosis to get our boy horny, just like he’d used it on me, but he kept saying things in such a freaky way, and mixing up his genders and references, until I couldn’t be sure if he was talking about a chick or a dude that was supposed to be turning Jakey on. But whatever it was, it was working, because Jake’s jams had a tent in ’em that would’ve slept a family of four.
And then I nearly did run us off the road, because Jimmy told Jake he was getting so horny he couldn’t stop himself from doin’ something about it. He commanded him to take out his schlong and play with it. “You won’t cum unless I tell you to,” he added. And Jake did just that!! He hauled out his wiener and began jerking off, his face still as blank and unconcerned as if he was watching an insurance commercial on the tube. His body wasn’t unemotional, though. Jake squirmed and writhed, and ground his ass against the car seat as though he was having the best jack-off session ever. I almost came myself, he looked so fuckin’ hot. His upper bod, tanned and still bare (Jimmy hadn’t told him to put his t-shirt back on, so it was just wadded up with the towels), was beginning to get a little shiny with sweat. Jake doesn’t have much hair there- just what’s under his arms, and a little sprinkling between his pecks- so he looked good enough to lick all-fuckin’-over. And his cock was gettin’ really juicy. M-m-mmm.
In about ten more minutes (with me sweatin’ bullets all the way, for fear that a cop would stop us, or a semi driver would look down into the back seat and see what was going on) we reached Jake’s place. Jimmy said, “Jake, you’re gonna leave your cock out of your jams, ’cause it feels so good that way, but your gonna carry a towel in front of it, so you can get out of the car and let us into your apartment. Understand, dude?”
“I understand, Jimmy.” It was really the first time Jake had said anything since he’d stopped counting backwards, and the change was amazing. He’d already sounded zonked even then, but now… It was like a cross between talking in your sleep, and that sort of totally polite, totally agreeable way that a well-behaved teenager talks to his parents’ important friends; and about as unlike Jakey’s normal cool-dude delivery as possible. My cock jumped again. Maybe we really were gonna pull this off! Jake got out of the van with his dick open to the air as instructed. The towel he was carrying just barely disguised the woody, and I hoped he didn’t have any nosey neighbors.
Once inside, Jimmy casually pulled off his clothes, nodding that I should do the same. Well, the dude didn’t have to ask me twice. I was still under the influence of his fuckin’ posthypnotic lust spell, and it felt like I was gonna cum just from the friction if I didn’t ditch the baggies soon. Besides, Jakey standing there, still as a post, with his cock hangin’ out, the towel dangling uselessly from his hand, and his expression completely vacant as he waited for more instructions, was turning me on to the max. I was on board for whatever Jimmy could get out of him.
“Jake,” Jimmy commanded, “Lose the clothes, dude. You’re gonna get lucky.” Jake stripped, a lazy, stoned smile now lighting up his face. God, he looked so fuckin’ awesome! His tight, hard little butt, creamy white between the dark tan zones, was just beggin’ to be used. I guess I must have started forward without realizing, because Jimmy gave me a quick “hold on” signal. “Jake,” he went on, “You’re feeling even hornier now. You’re gonna get it on with Pete and me, and you’re gonna do whatever we tell you to do. You’re gonna enjoy everything that happens as much as you’ve ever enjoyed sex with anyone, but the thing that’s really gonna get you going is the obeying. The fact that you’re following our orders is the biggest turn-on of your life. Got that, dude?”
“Yes, sir.” Fuck! He called Jimmy “sir”! We had him! He was our fuckin’ meat!! I had to concentrate on the carpet to keep from cumming right then and there.
Jimmy sent Jake to fetch us condoms from his stash, and when he returned, and we were all suited up, Jimmy winked at me, and said, “You’re hot for Pete, Jakey. Show him how a real stud kisses.”
Jake walked over and pulled me into his arms, our bodies touching full-length, our hardened cocks sliding up between our taut abs. He stared into my eyes for a moment, his own eyes twin brown pools of glazed adoration, and then he got a lip-lock on me and began mining for tonsils. He tasted great! Kissing dudes is different from kissing chicks. Oh, the technique is pretty much the same, and the same parts of it feel good, but there are things extra and things missing. With a honey, you tend to be in charge, take the lead more, and she usually lets you. With a dude it’s more like a contest of wills: who’s the strongest, the most commanding, the quickest to take control. And then, of course there’s the stubble thing. Even though he’s not very hairy, and he shaves really close, Jake was giving my face a real scrubbing (and I was giving his the same). I gotta say that, under the right circumstances, I really dig it!
But I wasn’t about to be Jakey’s bitch; after all, who was the hypnotized tool here? Jimmy had said, ‘you’re gonna do whatever we tell you’, so I figured Jake would obey me too. I managed to free my mouth for a second from his frantic attempts to satisfy the hypnotic compulsion, and said, “Jake, I’m stronger than you are. You have to give in to me. Relax and go with it, dude.” Suddenly the force went out of him, and he was soft and cuddly in my arms. His mouth opened under mine to let my tongue have its way. Now it was more like it is with a chick, except for the stubble, and his hard, broad chest, but like I said, under the right circumstances, sign me up!
We’d only been at it for a couple of minutes (hours? days? who the fuck cares?) when Jimmy, apparently impatient, said, “Jake, stop kissing Pete and go down on him.” Our lips parted with a smack, and I felt as cheated as a baby deprived of his bottle. But then Jake’s talented mouth kissed and sucked its way down my chest and stomach. He sank to his knees, slurped up my more-than-ready cock, and all was forgiven. Man, could that dude ever suck! For a straight guy, who I could almost guarantee had never even considered doing this before now, he was as good as a Las Vegas hooker. I’ve always felt that, if you can get a dude to give you head, it’ll always be better than a chick, ’cause he’s already gonna know what feels good without you tellin’ him. He had me whimpering like a pussy! I didn’t last very well, I’m sorry to state. It had been too many days since the last time I’d gotten any, and Jake was just too fuckin’ hot! I came as hard as I’ve ever cum, and so much that it slopped out of the bottom of the rubber and got all over my balls and Jake’s chin. He didn’t seem to notice – just kept on workin’ my shaft ’til I had to beg him to stop. Then he stood back up, still rock hard, and still as blank as a fuckin’ clothes dummy. Awesome!
Now it was Jimmy’s turn. He asked Jake if there was any KY jelly. I knew what that meant, and so would Jake, but he went to fetch it anyway, without so much as a murmur. Then Jimmy said, “Grease up your butt, Jakey,” and Jake began to apply lube to his had-to-be-virgin asshole. “That’s it, dude. Work those fingers in there. Your butt is feeling so good, so sexy, you just want to finger it and fuck it more and more. Maybe you need two fingers, or maybe three? It’s so hot you just have to get more. Your ass is fuckin’ hungry for more, isn’t it?”
“Oh fuckin’ shit, yeah!!” Jake was moaning and grunting as he worked his butthole. His whole body was in motion, flexing and straining, and his face was flushed red and dripping with sweat. His cock seemed to have swelled even bigger, and it was dripping too.
“It’s just not enough, dude. You want more; you need more! Bend over and beg me to fuck you! Say, ‘I’m just a pussy slut, and I need your stud cock in my ass’. Do it, dude!”
“Oh, God… I’m just a pussy slut. I need your stud cock in my ass!!”
Now this was goin’ a little too far for me. Usin’ Jake was one thing (especially since he seemed to be enjoying himself), but this kind of humiliation b.s. was another. “Hey, Jimmy, lighten up,” I complained. “That’s really uncool!”
I started towards him to, well, I’m not sure exactly what I thought I was gonna do, probably just get in his face a little bit more with my argument, but it didn’t matter, because I never got there. Jimmy said, “Sleep, dude!”, and suddenly I was just standin’ there without a thought in my head, waitin’ for Jimmy to tell me what to do. “That’s right, Pete” he continued. “You were under longer than I let you remember, and I planted a few more suggestions than you know. You’re gonna get on your knees and suck Jake off while I fuck him, and your gonna be completely cool with the whole thing from now on. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.” ‘Hell, he’s got me callin’ him sir now, too,’ I thought, as I got down on my knees in front of Jake. But somehow I couldn’t work up any steam about that. In fact, it seemed quite reasonable. Then I began to swing on Jake’s dick, and all I was thinkin’ about was how fine that was. From somewhere that seemed very far away, I could still hear Jimmy giving instructions to Jake as he plowed him, but it didn’t concern me. All that concerned me was the juicy cock I was sucking on. I could hardly remember having ever thought of anything else.
From light years away, “Cum now, Jakey!” The cock in my mouth twitched and pulsed. I kept on sucking; I hadn’t been told to stop. Then, “You can cum too, Pete.” Suddenly my system went nova. Man, what a fuckin’ rush! I hadn’t really noticed being turned on, but then wham! and I was shooting like a fire hose.
Some time later (don’t ask me how much – when you’re under hypnosis you can’t really tell), when we were all cleaned up and back in our clothes. Jimmy said, “When I count up to ten you’ll be wide awake and feeling fine. Jake, you won’t remember a thing about being hypnotized. As far as you’re concerned, we came back to your place from the beach and just hung out; no sex ever happened. Got that?”
“Hung out, no sex, no hypnotism,” Jake’s voice still mild and dull.
“Pete, you’ll remember everything we did, but you’re cool with it. You had a good time, and if I want to try this again, you’re all for it, dude. Aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah!” It’s weird to hear yourself say something when you didn’t plan to speak. But I gotta say I was in complete agreement. This had been way hot! (Or maybe I was in agreement because I had no choice? Jimmy had gotten inside my head for sure!)
“…ten.” Just that easily, I was back in the here and now, and Jake had lost his glazed, hypnoed stare. I couldn’t remember Jimmy starting his count, so I was willing to bet Jake and I were still programmed for trance, just like the last time I had a memory blank. I didn’t know if it would still be ‘sleep, dude’, or something else, but Jimmy’s enigmatic smile pretty much told me I was right in my guess. Hmmm… Maybe next time Jimmy would let me do some of the fucking.
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