Waking Up (hypno)
by Derek Williams
Chet and I met each other in college. We had been assigned as roommates, and unlike some of the guys on our floor who couldn't stand each other, Chet and I got along easily. As the year went on, we actually became best friends.
When Chet decided to come out, I was there for him. One of the dudes, a guy named Shawn who lived across the hall, actually insisted on being transferred to another floor. I think Chet was worried that his coming out might change things between us, but I don't see why it would. We kept hanging out, having a few beers, and generally coasting through first year.
I'll admit, I thought for a minute or two, kinda worried that Chet would hit on me. I'm in really good shape, even though I'd starting to develop a little beer gut since I stopped doing sports at the end of high school. I still looked damn good in a t-shirt and jeans, and Jenette from down the hall was even making eyes at me every time I walked by. I'd been one of the top jocks in my high school, and even though I'd kinda dropped the ball in college, I was still hot. I figured there was no way that Chet was going to hit on me though, we were just buds.
It was sometime in mid October when Chet came home from his psych class, all excited about some new hypnosis technique that his prof had shown him. He said he could put anybody under like *that*. And it wasn't just cluck like a chicken stuff either. The professor had researched some new powerful form of hypnosis that could really help people do stuff like quit smoking or lose weight or any of that crap.
Chet asked if he could try putting me under. I told him there was no way in hell. I don't like being out of control.
So Chet dropped it. He's cool like that. We had a couple beers and ate some pizza and watched the late late show. Eventually I must have dozed off on my bed, 'cause I woke up in the morning feeling awake and refreshed.
I slapped on some workout clothes and headed to the gym. I wasn't really used to my workout, and I was sure I'd ache tomorrow, but I got a really solid burn from it. If you work out, you know the way that your body feels better, even though it's tired.
When I got back to the dorms, I grabbed a quick shower and headed off to class. The day was pretty normal until I came home around three. I walked in on that asshole Shawn, on his knees, sucking Chet off. The way he was going at it, he must have been one cock hungry dude. Hoover's didn't have anything on this guy. I don't think either of them saw me, but if they did they were too busy to care. Shawn must have been pretty damn closeted to be that much of an ass to Chet and still end up sucking his dick. Me, I just brushed the image out of my head and went to the library for a while.
I got back to the room after supper, and it was just Chet lounging about. He didn't say anything about earlier, so I didn't either. He was watching a movie on the tube and I was done my homework already, so I sat down and watched it with him. Chet offered me a beer, which was weird since he ought to know I don't drink when I'm in training. I was pretty wiped anyhow, since I fell asleep pretty quick. Even though I passed out on our tiny little couch, I still woke up the next morning feeling awake and refreshed.
When I got back from the gym, Chet was just waking up.
"Good workout?" he asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"You know it," I was still grinning, high off the workout. I stripped off my tank and flexed a couple poses for Chet. After a minute, Chet said "Lookin' good," so I gave him another grin and went for my shower.
I saw Shawn in the bathroom, shaving and getting ready. I said hi, and he turned away from me, a little embarrassed. I glanced down at his towel. Damn, the guy has at half mast. I pretended not to notice and got into my shower. By the time I was out, he was gone. How had I never noticed that he was gay before?
On the way back to my room, Jenette gave me those flirty eyes again. I gave her my best grin back, and went to go dress. I threw on my standard jeans and a t-shirt and headed out for classes.
Chet was getting jacked off by Shawn when I walked into the room, so I just grabbed my textbooks and headed for the library again. We needed to figure out a system or something. I didn't have any problem with Chet getting some, but you don't really like to walk in on another dude, right? Besides, I wasn't getting any, and like most nineteen year old guys I was pretty horny.
Chet was out for the evening, so I chilled out watching the game and dropped off to sleep eventually. Around two, Chet stumbled in and woke me up. He'd had a good night, you could tell. I guess I just rolled over and went to bed. In any case, I woke up feeling awake and refreshed, despite the interruption.
I powered through my workout, and woke up Chet when I got home. He told me to get him some aspirin and water, so I did. Then he asked me if I had a good workout. I told him it was great, and showed off a bit of my hard work for him. You could tell he was a little turned on, but fair enough, I was teasing.
"Lookin' good", he said. I felt a shadow of the rush I got from my workout, it's nice when someone notices how hard you work. After my shower, I slipped into a comfortable pair of jeans and a muscle shirt and headed out for class. Jenette gave me an extra big grin.
Classes zoomed by, and I'll admit to being a little surprised that Chet wasn't getting a hand job when I walked in. Instead he was just sitting there chatting with this dude Joey, one of Shawn's asshole accomplices. Maybe he was finally mending bridges with those guys.
I hung around for a little while, not doing much of anything, and then retreated to the library for my homework. Chet and I watched a movie together, and at some point I drifted off to sleep. I had really weird dreams of making out with some faceless girl, but still woke up a few minutes before my alarm, awake and refreshed.
If felt like I was just bursting with energy after my workout, so I went back to my place and stripped down for a nice hot shower. Right before I grabbed the towel, Chet asked me "Good workout?"
"Nothing better dude," I grinned at him and ran through a few showy poses. Some other guy might feel exposed like that, naked and posing, but it was for my best friend Chet, and I had the body to pull it off. After he told me I looked good, I scooted for the shower.
Again, I ran into Shawn, this time just as he was coming out of the shower cube. There was something different about him today, but I wasn't sure what. That was it! Shawn had shaved off all his body hair, and I mean all of it. Anything below his eyebrows was gone. He grinned at me confidently, even though he looked kind of ashamed if you paid attention to his eyes. I stepped into the shower cubicle and left Shawn slipping on his boxer briefs.
On my way out of the shower, I checked out my smooth muscle too. I'd never been as hairy as Shawn had been, but I took the inspiration and cleaned up the few hairs on my chest and elsewhere on my body. I kind of zoned out in the shower, and ended up rushing to make my first class.
Chet was in the room with Shawn when I got back from class, but they were just sucking each other off, so I turned to my desk and started in on my homework. It was awfully warm in there, so I peeled off my muscle shirt and basked in the sun from our window. Eventually they finished up and got dressed again. Halfway though, Chet said something to Shawn and Shawn stripped naked again. Chet reached into a shopping bag by the end of the bed and handed Shawn this trashy pair of pink and lime green striped briefs. Shawn looked horrified, but put them on and posed in them for a minute. I guess Shawn and Chet must be boyfriends, if they were giving each other gifts.
I thought about that for a while. It didn't make a whole lot of sense. Three weeks ago Shawn had been so enraged at Chet's homosexuality that he'd demanded to be put on another floor. I guess that was why Shawn always seemed so embarrassed about all the gay stuff he'd been doing lately, he was sorry he'd been such a douche.
The week dragged on, and when I was coming back from the showers on Friday morning, Jenette asked me if we could talk for a minute. She said it was alright, we weren't going to get together. She'd bumped into Chet, and now she understood just how important the roommate relationship was. I was happy with that. I was tired from all the work on school and all the time I spent with Chet, but I loved college and I always woke up awake and refreshed.
That night, Chet and I went to this off campus party that one of Shawn's friends was holding. We showed up around nine. A few minutes after nine-thirty, I heard someone on the other side of the room.
"Hey, fag. Who the hell invited you?" It was this total jerk named Aaron.
Chet stood his ground. "I'm just here with some buddies."
"Yeah, well take your faggy friends and get lost," Aaron looked like he was going to start getting violent soon.
Just then, Shawn called out from behind the scene. "Yo Aaron, fuck off man, he's with me."
"How do you know queerbait?"
"He's my boyfriend, now lay off," Shawn was now standing directly in front of Aaron.
Half the party started gasping, and pretty soon Chet and Shawn were being railroaded out of the room. I followed them down the steps, no way I was staying at a party when they threw out my best friend.
Joey trailed us out of the party. "Shawn, dude, wait a sec."
We all stopped. Joey looked Shawn in the eye. "So you're telling me you're queer now?"
Shawn looked like he was really trying not to say the next thing. Like he really, really just wanted to be anywhere else. Finally, he spit it out.
"Yeah bro. So are you."
Something triggered in Joey's head and instantly Joey was at Chet's side. He put his arms around Chet and kissed him deeply and passionately. When he pulled away, both him and Chet were breathing heavy.
"Let's go home," Chet said to all of us. So we did.
When we got there, Joey immediately shucker off his shirt and cargo pants. He pretty much threw himself at Chet, kissing him and grabbing his ass. Joey was definitely queer, just like Shawn had said. He didn't look like he had any reservations.
Shawn, on the other hand, looked like he was full of them. Still, he dutifully pulled off his shirt and pants. Soon he was standing there in this tiny blue thong. Chet stopped him there.
"Shawn, dance for me."
And with that, Shawn started gyrating his hips like a cheap stripper. Once the hair was all cleared off, he actually looked pretty cut. I don't think stripping is really the profession for Shawn though, he looked really embarrassed to be doing it.
It was hot in there, so I pulled off my clothes too. I'll admit, I was shocked to find I was wearing an identically cut red thong to Shawn's blue.
"Good workout?" Chet asked me.
"Never better," I said, and started posing for my best friend. I started off with the standard bicep and back poses, but soon I got into bending over to expose my powerful ass. As I shook my ass at Shawn, Chet said "Lookin' Good". I didn't really know what to do after that.
Chet saw the confused expression on my face. "Come over here, suck Joey's cock," he told me. Joey enthusiastically dropped his boxers and unleashed his seven inch cock at me. I went to work on it, picking out my favourite spots and paying special attention there.
While I brought Joey to the brink, Chet had Shawn undo his belt and shirt and undress him using only his teeth. I could tell this wasn't his first time either, given the efficiency he used. Meanwhile I could feel Joey starting to lose control, so I backed off and prolonged the blow job.
Shawn was rubbing himself up and down Chet's back, unable to break contact for a moment. Chet walked over to Joey and I, with Shawn awkwardly following, and guided us both firmly to the bed.
On the bed, Joey rolled onto his stomach and stuck his ass up towards me.
"Please man, fill me up, I gotta have cock."
I couldn't believe that he had been questioning Shawn's queerness an hour ago. Joey and Shawn were both so obviously gay it was hard to understand why either of them had ever disliked Chet.
"Wait your turn," Chet said. He pulled condoms and lube from the nightstand and passed them around. The next thing I knew my hole was being lubed up by Joey while Shawn worked on Chet. My finger was following it's own plan, gently probing Joey's prostrate and making him squirm in pleasure.
After a few minutes of rough finger fucking, Chet said "Alright guys, it's time to watch my own personal porn."
Chet settled back on the bed, while Joey, Shawn and I ran over to the far wall. Shawn and I bowed our heads. Joey stepped forward and said "Oh wow, I sure hate that Chet. He's so gay. I don't like gay people."
"Why would you say that?" asked Chet.
"Because my friend Shawn is always talking about how sick and disgusting you gay people are."
Shawn's head snapped up. He stepped forward and spoke clearly. "I say that, but then I see Chet. Oh. I can't help myself when Chet is around."
Shawn was delivering his lines like he was in a Thanksgiving play. I knew my line was next, so I had to do better. I stepped forward.
"I'm Chet's good friend. At first he thought I was just another jock, but now he knows how much I like him."
I said mine with gusto, after all, Chet's my best friend.
"Oh Chet," said Shawn, starting to hip thrust. "I just can't help myself when you're near, no matter how embarrassed I am. Your power has turned me into a cocksucker."
Shawn stopped thrusting and knelt in front of Joey, sucking his erect cock.
"Oh wow," gasped Joey. "I never knew it felt this good. After Shawn introduced me to Chet, I suddenly realized I'm a cocksucker too."
"Why do you love us Chet?" I asked.
"I love playing with Shawn, because the real you will always be trapped in there, watching your body worship me."
Shawn got up from Joey and began sucking off Chet.
"I love playing with Joey, because you never thought for yourself anyhow, so the new you isn't new, it's just you who was told differently."
Joey walked to the bed and curled beside Chet, resting his head on his shoulder and running his hand up and down his chest.
"And I love playing with you, because you're a great guy I only have to make a few small adjustments to. In another world, we're together without any of this."
I thought that was so sweet, even if I wasn't sure what he meant. I went over to Chet and started sucking on his neck.
"Alright," Chet said. "Now we can get to it."
I could tell my best friend was amazingly turned on, so I tapped Shawn's shoulder. He moved aside and I lowered myself gently onto my friends cock. I slid myself up and down as he gasped behind me.
Shawn and Joey moved off him, so that we could change positions. I laid on the bed, as out towards Chet. He plunged into me again, and I exploded in ecstasy. I felt like a long distance runner in the groove, like I could do this for hours, and each moment was so very perfect.
When Chet came into me, we rolled over and lay on the bed gasping. Shawn and Joey were still going at it, with Shawn's six inch cock pushing in and out of his friend. Joey took it enthusiastically on hands and knees, squeezing and squirming to enhance Shawn's ride.
I crawled over and sucked Joey off, dipping my head below his beautiful chest. Joey still had some hair on his chest, but if I knew my best friend, that wouldn't last long.
Chet just sat there and watched us while we tried to bring Joey to climax. I sucked harder than I thought I could, and Shawn used his well tuned body to rip apart Joey's ass. Finally, Chet said something very quietly, and all three of us blew our loads at once.
We dropped in a pile, to exhausted to move. The afterglow was like nothing I've ever had before. I floated in a warm white light until Chet's voice tugged me back towards his body. I lay my head on his chest, felt Joey snuggle up on his other side, and Shawn curling up at his feet. Then I drifted off to sleep.
Chet whispered in my dreams for a while more, and I think I caught the very last part, where he said that I would sleep soundly, and feel awake and refreshed in the morning.
I felt the bright sun through the window, and there I was, awake and refreshed. The other three were still dozing, so I snuck off to the gym, powered through my workout, and had a quick shower. When I got back to the room, Chet was just stirring. The other two were still zonked out.
"Hey Chet," I asked him. "I've been thinking a lot, and I don't want to point fingers or anything, but did you hypnotize those guys?"
Chet grinned at me, that great big beautiful grin. "Yeah bro, and you to, but I told you that you should never remember that I hypnotized you."
I backed off for a second. "Dude, you can't just fuck with people like that. God, I can't imagine how I'd feel if you screwed with me with hypnosis."
Chet said something, and after a minute of kind of zoning out the world came back in focus. "I'm sorry man, I'm wrong. Those guys were being dicks, they deserve to be hypnotized."
Chet grinned and said something else. After a minute I said, "And I've got to thank you man, I never would have been brave enough to come out if you hadn't first."
"Don't worry about it," Chet said. "Good workout?"
So I posed for him, and for Joey and Shawn when they woke up.
We all graduated a couple years back, but we still all live together in this big house, just off the campus. I made it through school just fine, always keeping my motivation for my workouts and my homework, thanks to my best friend Chet's encouragement.
Occasionally one of the frat dudes offends Chet, but the only homophones in this town seem to be the ones who eventually just turn out to be closet cases. Just last week, there were a couple of freshmen who threw beer bottles at Chet and I when we were out for a stroll.
I saw both of them out yesterday, wearing matching rainbow bandannas. Our friend Aaron runs this cute little gay boutique downtown that specializes in that sort of thing. Aaron is such a flamer, but at least he's cute. Of course, the first time I met him at that party I was put off, but when he apologized the next week you could tell he really meant it.
I don't really know what Chet said to them, but I think it really helped.
Sometimes, I think about that, how I don't always quite remember what Chet says. Sometimes I get a little flakey and zone out for a few minutes.
But when morning comes, I always feel awake and refreshed.
END