Gay Erotic Stories

"Learn hypnosis and mind control," the ad in the newspaper said. "Put your enemies under your spell." My buddy Jack read that ad to me at breakfast one morning. There must have been something to the ad because it was so big, he said. "Well, I wouldn't waste time on my enemies," he said. "I might go after a few rich friends, though." Jack had his nose in the sports page then and that's where I lost him. He wasn't listening to me anymore. The conversation picked up later in the den. "People can't control other people through hypnosis, can they?" he asked. "I don't know," I told him. "Maybe I'll read up on it." Two nights later, I found him at home wearing a silk turban on his head, an expensive black cape, and reading a thick book titled, "Self-confidence Through Self-hypnosis." "Come over to the couch and sit down," he said. "I want to try something out on you." I sat there laughing until he gave me a mean look and crawled forward between my legs. He dangled a key on a chain in front of me. "Keep your eye on the key," he said, and began swinging it back and forth, back and forth in front of me. "Okay, I'll have some fun with this," I thought and pretended to get drowsy. After I closed my eyes, he was silent for a long time. "You okay?" he finally asked. I didn't answer, just sat there. "What are you doing?" he asked. Slowly, I rose up off the couch, walked to his stereo that had been playing softly, turned up the volume, and began to dance. I danced around him, danced around the couch, and then began undressing. When I got down to my jeans and snapped open the fly, I heard from him: "Oh, shit!" I almost broke up. I knew I would if I didn't get out of there, so I grabbed my shirts and danced out his backdoor. I got a surprise the following night. He was stripped to his underpants reading that book. "You want to try it again?" he asked. He waved that key in front of me again, this time urging me to dance and to strip. This time I gave my best imitation of a male stripper. He provided the music on his stereo and urged me to keep taking off more clothes. When I got down to my boxers, he got to his feet and began dancing with me. "Keep going," he said, but I couldn't take off my boxers. He shoved down his briefs, stepped out of them, and showed me a boner. I couldn't believe it. A car pulled into his driveway and we both panicked. He grabbed his shorts and ran up the stairs to his room. I had half my clothes back on and then heard the car back out of the driveway. It was a false alarm. Jack didn't come back downstairs, so I went up after him. He lay naked across his bed hiding only his face. "You okay?" I asked. "I thought I had you really hypnotized." "So you could get me undressed and into bed with you?" "I was just foolin' around." My dick swelled as I sat there. My right hand moved to it and tingling sensations powered up to get me hot. I wasn't sure how long I could just sit there and do nothing. I came stroking my dick and had to make a run to Jack's bathroom. "You leaving?" he called. "I think I'd better." "You coming by tomorrow night?" "Sure." "I won't fool around with that book anymore, I promise." "Oh, that's okay. I might take a look at it myself. It might be fun to see what I can do to you." "Great," he said.