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First Times

by Anonymous

Description : A young man uses hypnosis to discover whether a divorced gay man is really homosexual or just a straight man in queer clothing with romantic and erotic results.



FIRST TIMES





The doorbell buzzed.

I hurried over to the intercom.

"Okay, come on in!"

I pushed the door release button and heard the outside door being pushed open. I heard his steps as he made his way to my door. I forced myself to wait until he knocked.

He knocked.

I waited just a moment. I didn't want to give the impression that I was waiting impatiently for him to arrive, even though that is precisely what I had been doing all day.

I glanced at the clock. It was only 2:30 P.M., but it seemed like I had waited an eternity.

I answered the door.

His six foot, broad frame filled the door. He had jet black, wavy hair with a single curly tendril that fell sexily across his forehead. He had sparkling green eyes, a handsome roman nose, and thick, kissable lips. He had a cleft in his chin. His complexion was dark.

He was beautiful.

He wore a dark blue pinstriped suit with a white shirt underneath and a matching blue and white striped shirt. At the moment his top shirt button was undone and his tie was slightly askew, giving him a slightly rumpled look.

"Hello, I believe you're expecting me," he said in a deep, sexy voice, "My name's..."

"Ah, ah, ah..." I interrupted, "No names. Not yet. Please come in. Did you have any trouble getting away this early in the day?"

The man stepped across the threshold and entered my small, one-bedroom apartment.

"No," he replied, as I closed the door, "The office is pretty dead on Fridays anyway, so when I told them I thought I was coming down with something and wanted to go home, no-one seemed to mind."

"Good," I replied, "Well, just make yourself at home. Relax. There's some 7-UP in the fridge. Help yourself."

I clicked the door shut and turned the lock.

The sound of the deadbolt was like a shot in the dark. He spun around like a skittish deer.

"What are you doing?!" he asked in alarm.

"I'm locking the door. I'm going to want all to myself for a while," I replied calmly, "Relax."

""I realize you must be nervous," I said, as I walked slowly toward him, "But there's absolutely no reason to be. You are in a completely safe place. I will not push you into doing anything you are not comfortable with."

I stood right in front of him and looked deep into his emerald eyes. I reached up to grasp his tie. I pulled on it slowly and untied it. I pulled it slowly, seductively, off his neck and threw it away.

"So, how long have you suspected you were gay?" I asked.

"Nearly as long as I can remember. I was pressured into getting married seven years ago when I was only twenty-five."

"Which makes you..."

"Thirty-two."

"Thirty-two." I gave him a slow, measuring look. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

He stood unflinchingly against my blatant judgment and smiled.

"You're not so bad yourself," he said, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight."

"Twenty-eight," he mimicked, "Not bad. Not bad at all."

"Well thanks. Flattery is always nice. But I'm afraid I don't measure up to you at all."

I walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner and looked at myself in disdain.

Super straight brown hair parted to the right. A smooth face with a sharp chin and a wit to match. My eyes were somewhere between green and blue. My body was slim, nothing to write home about; I was only 5'11''.

The man came up behind me and put his arms around my waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. He gazed into the mirror at the both of us.

"Well, I think you look very handsome."

He took hold of my chin and angled it toward him so that I was forced to look him straight in the eye.

"I really do."

We moved imperceptively closer. Then closer still.

We kissed.

It was a kiss of greeting. A kiss of gratitude. It was soft and sweet and it seemed to go on forever.

Finally, we broke away, a little breathless, a little speechless. Both of us were a little fogged.

"I'm sorry," he said finally, "It must seem like I'm moving awfully fast, but I've always wanted to do that with a man. Especially with such a cute one."

"Don’t worry," I returned, still with a bit of a buzz, "You're timing was perfect. But what about your ex-wife? Didn't you ever do that with her?"

"Many times," he replied, "but it was always empty. And she could feel it too. It was like a duty. The whole marriage was like a seven-year duty. I finally couldn't take it any more and asked for a divorce. She willingly accepted. I think she was relieved."

"Did you have any kids?"

"No," he answered, "I did want some, but I'm thankful now that it turned out this way, that we never got around to it. I would never want to impose the trauma of divorce onto a child."

"That's very admirable," I said as I extricated myself from his powerful arms.

"Make yourself at home," I repeated, "Take a load off. Untuck your shirt. Have a seat."

I motioned to my black, leather, reclinable chair invitingly.

Instead of sitting right away, however, my guest began a strip tease show, starting with his blazer. Slowly, he slipped it off his shoulder, pivoted like a stripper, then slid it all the way off and threw it away.

I giggled.

Still dancing. stripper style, he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, one by one by one.

My giggles died away. My breath caught in my throat.

As I watched, he unfastened the last few buttons and slowly shrugged off his shirt. The fabric slipped slowly down his back and away from his body, revealing wide shoulders, broad, well defined, sculpted pecs, and ripped abs.

He languidly settled into my leather chair and kicked off his shoes and socks. He swiveled around to face me and regarded me with amusement.

"So," he said, "Do you like what you see?"

"Are you kidding?" I replied, "I love it! My God, you could grate cheese with those abs!"

He laughed delightedly and held out his arms.

"Come to me!" came his deep voice with a sexy, authoritative tone.

And I was helpless to resist.

I knew the chair would not support both our weight, so instead I knelt down in front of him and hugged him from that position. I got a completely subservient feeling, kneeling there as he crushed me to him and it gave me an instant hard-on.

I traced every inch of his upper body with my hands as he sat there. I moved my palms in circular patterns over the huge mounds that were his chest, moving closer and closer to his nickel-sized rosy nipples. I enjoyed teasing him for a few moments, relishing the huge muscles, until at last I ran my fingers over his nipples, tweaking them into hard nubs.

As I did, he gasped and arched his back. As I rhythmically began to squeeze and pull on those beautiful nubs, he moaned in pure pleasure. At the same time, I was pleased to see a bulge form inside his slacks.

I ran my hands lower and caressed his abdomen. His six-pack was rock hard under my probing fingers.

As soon as I gave his nipples a rest, he stopped moaning and his breathing slowed. However, when he saw my hands move slowly upwards once more, his eyes widened in anticipation.

Contact! Once again his back arched and his head hit the headrest. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head. When I switched one hand for my mouth to bite gently on one nub, his eyes did roll back into his head.

I kept him a prisoner of pleasure for a few minutes longer before I gave him another breather.

"Well!" I murmured seductively, "It seems as though you like chest play almost as much as I do."

"Oh, really? How interesting." he replied.

In a lightning move, he reached under my shirt and felt around my chest looking for my nipples. And found them.

Waves of pleasure that were almost pain rocketed through me as he twisted and pulled. I groaned.

"Someone is slightly overdressed, don't you agree?" his voice asked from somewhere.

I would have agreed with him if he had just declared the sky was green with purple polka dots.

Quickly, he pulled off my shirt and pulled me close. We kissed again, this time deeper. As we chest played with each other, our tongues mixed and melded.

Finally, we came up for air. We broke apart and sat in our original positions, gasping for breath.

Then, slowly he smiled and reached down to unzip his pants.

"NO!" I cried out.

His smile vanished like the sun hiding behind a cloud.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to do me?"

"Yes. Very much," I said, "But I don't know if you want to do this. This is your first time. I don't want to be responsible for seducing you into doing something that you will regret later if it turns out you are straight. Besides, do you really want your first time with a man to be like this?"

I motioned around the way we were positioned, with me kneeling in front of him like a cheap hustler.

"I guess you're right. So what do you want to do?"

"Well first, let's find ourselves a more comfortable position. Then I'd like to give you a massage and try out some relaxation techniques out on you."

"What kind of relaxation techniques?"

I placed my elbows on my knees and my chin into my palms, looked up into his adorable eyes and answered simply, "Hypnosis."

"What!" he looked rather startled, "Isn't that rather unreliable?"

"On the contrary. I will simply be accessing the 90% of the mind power that you do not use when you are awake. The part of you that dreams. The part of your mind that cannot tell a lie. If you are gay, this is where I will find out. All right?"

"Well, I guess so. All right."

I led him the rest of the way into the living room over to my sofa bed. In minutes, I had the thing unfolded and ready.

"There we go. Now I want you to lie on your stomach," I instructed my guest, "Go ahead and take off your pants. That's right. I want you to make yourself perfectly comfortable. There we go. That's right, put that pillow underneath your head. There we go."

When I had my guest properly ensconced, I told him to start breathing deeply in and out and count backwards from 100. I left to get something from a kitchen drawer. When I got back, he was slowly, drowsily counting.. 95....94....93... Already, he seemed to be in a stupor.

Excellent! I thought.

I straddled his backside.

"OK now, I'm going to give your shoulders a massage now and I want you to just relax and listen to the sound of my voice, OK?"

"OK." came the answer.

I started to knead his wide, powerful shoulders. Soon, the corded muscles became a malleable mass. I moved up to the back of his neck.

"Did you like that?" I purred, "Good. Just relax. As I massage your neck, let your neck relax. Let your neck completely relax."

I moved my hands down.

"Your back and torso are relaxing your back and torso are completely relaxed."

I moved fingers across his neck, then broke off in opposite directions to stroke each of his arms. I relished the strength in each hard bicep. Strength that would soon be mine to command.

"Your arms are relaxed. Your biceps are relaxed. Your hands are relaxed. Yours fingers are relaxed. Every facet of your arms and hands are totally relaxed."

I moved my hands down. Relished. Worshipped.

"Your entire upper body is totally relaxed."

I moved my hands further down.

"Your butt is relaxed. Your entire lower body has become totally relaxed."

Finally, my hands moved down over his legs and feet.

"Your legs are completely relaxed. Your feet are completely relaxed. Every facet of you legs and your feet and your toes are completely relaxed," I said monotonically.

"Now," I continued, "You will find that you can turn over onto your back and still remain just as limp and relaxed as you are right now. Go ahead and roll over."

'And bark like a dog!' I thought mischievously. But he was not at that stage yet.

He looked up at me from where he lay on his back with heavy lidded eyes. It made him look even more adorable, if that were possible. "Thiiiis feeeeeellllssss greeeeeaaat" he groaned out in pleasure.

"It get's better." I said.

His eyes widened slightly as I held up the item I had retrieved from the kitchen but quickly returned to their heavy state.

"Where'd you get that?" he asked in drugged wonder.

I was holding a round, muti-faceted crystal, about the size of a ping-pong ball. Light reflected and refracted off it in an amazing display of colors and flashes of light.

"Never mind exactly where," I answered, "Let's just say, there's a hypnotherapist out there who has 'forgotten' that he ever bought this little beauty."

"And now, I continued, holding the crystal over his head and watching the colors and lights pass over his eyes. "That fact pales in importance as you gaze at the crystal. As you gaze deep into the crystal and concentrate deeply in the swirling colors and lights and listen to the sound of my voice.

His eyes started to glaze over.

"Good. Now, as you stare deeper ever deeper into the crystal, your eyes will become heavier and heavier. Let your whole head relax as you stare deeper and deeper and your eyes grow heavier and heavier. Your lids seem to have cast iron weights on them. You cannot keep them open. Sleep. Sleep.

I watched in aroused satisfaction as his eyes fluttered in a vain attempt to stay open and then closed tightly.

"That's good, very good." I put the crystal down.

"Now," I continued, "It seems as if you are as limp and sleepy as you possibly can be, but as I count down from 10 to 1, you are going to fall into a sleep that is 100 times deeper than this but you will still hear the sound of my voice. Do you understand?"

"Yes," came the soft reply.

"Good," I said, stroking his thick, dark hair, Ten...ten times more relaxed and sleepy. So sleepy."

He groaned in a state of pure pleasure and adjusted his head.

Nine...ten times deeper asleep...eight...ten times deeper asleep...seven...six...ten times ten deeper asleep yet you are able to hear my voice and understand. Five...four... your entire body is asleep. Three...two...one. You are deep asleep in a hypnotic trance. If you don't believe me, try opening your eyes. You won't be able to. They have been stuck closed with the world's strongest super glue."

His eyes fluttered in vain as he tried to fight my hypnotic suggestion. But no one can fight against the power of his own mind. As I watched, a thrill went through me and my cock went as hard as a rock.

I reached over and massaged his temples.

"You can stop trying now, darling. Everything is all right with your eyes. Sleep."

His eyes stopped struggling and he went limp once more.

"I've put you in this state for two reasons. Would you like to hear them?"

"Yes. But you're scaring me."

"Oh, no, no.! You mustn't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you, my sweet."

I brushed soft kisses on his forehead to reassure him, and then continued, "Well, the first reason is that I wanted to talk to the subconscious part of your brain and ask it some questions, because the subconscious cannot tell a lie. It always tells the truth, so if you are gay, this is where I will find out."

"The second reason is that it really turned me on. Hypnosis is an aphrodisiac for me, whether I do it to someone or if someone does it to me. When you wake, you will retain all knowledge of this and if you want, you can to this to me. Turn the tables. Sort of a sweet revenge. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Well, look at what you've done to me so far," I said.

I gently took hold of his limp hand and put it on my rock hard dick. As he felt my length, he gave a small, satisfied smile. He started to stroke it. I let him for a few moments. I relished the power and the pleasure before gently removing it.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. Don't make me stop."

"All in good time. I want to ask you some questions first. Am I your first man?"

"Yes."

"So how do you know if you're gay or not?"

"Because I find men attractive. I always have."

"But you were married. Why did you reject your wife?"

There was a pause. Then, "I don't think I rejected her because I never really accepted her. I was pressured into marrying her. I never really liked her that way, never desired her. I dreaded sex and never instigated it, which made her very unhappy."

"But you did it. Didn't you enjoy it once you did?"

"Oh well, it was pleasurable. It did the job. But it always felt like a duty, something for her benefit. My heart was never really in it, you know?"

"Yes, I know. OK, that's all the questions I have for now. I think I have my answers. Now, sleep, my sweet, sleep even deeper as I count to three. One... two...three.

He groaned in pleasure and his head flopped to one side.

"All right, my sleeping beauty, I have just one more test for you. I'm going to kiss you in a moment and when I do, you will wake up. If you are not sure if this is something you want to do, you will get up and get ready to leave. Like I said, no strings. But, if this is really what you want, you will tell me your name and kiss me back. We will explore all your hidden fantasies, make all kinds of love, all night long. You can hypnotize me and implant your own personal post-hypnotic suggestions, and I'll do the same. I'll treat you so right, you'll never want to let me go. I hope you'll do the same. Oh, one last thing. When you wake, you'll remember our entire conversation since you've been under including the induction. Nothing will be forgotten. OK?"

"OK." came the slightly wooden reply.

"All right," I breathed a breath of mingled hope and anticipation, "Here goes nothing."

I leaned over and kissed my sleeping beauty awake.

I waited in agonized, breathless suspense.

His eyes fluttered and slowly focused into mine.

"My name is David." he said in his deep, rich voice.

"I might have known. My name is Jonathan."

David reached up and wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close.

He kissed me.

He kissed me long and hard and deep. We kissed until the rest of the world faded into an insignificant blur.

Time stopped.

After an eon, (or maybe just a few minutes, I'll never know,) David suddenly broke the kiss and in a lightning move, rolled us over, reversing our positions. I now lay on my back with David straddling my waist.

"Hey, what's going on. What're you doing?"

David slowly picked up the crystal from where it lay beside the bed.

"Turning the tables." he said, rotating the crystal and swinging it slightly. "Watch the pretty crystal now. Your gaze is focused on the crystal. Listen to nothing but the sound of my voice. Focus..."

I struggled halfheartedly but my arms were trapped against my sides by his massive tree trunk thighs and I couldn't move. And then there was nothing but the flashing of the crystal in my eyes and the sound of a deep, sexy, authoritative voice telling me to go deeper, deeper, deeper.

I felt myself go hard as hard as a rock. I felt myself sinking down, down, down into a warm, sticky darkness. And then...well after that I...well to tell you the truth, I really don't remember what happened after that.

* * *

Suddenly, I was kneeling in front of David, who was back sitting in the leather chair. We were both naked.

"Suck my cock, NOW BOY!" he commanded.

I felt a unseen pressure push my head down but I resisted with all my strength at first.

"But David!" I cried, my head still slowly descending, " I thought we didn't want our first time to be like this!"

"Who says this is our first time?" answered back David, with a diabolical look on his face. "Now obey my orders, NOW, BOY!"

And, to my autoerotic delight, quite against my will, I did.





THE END

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