I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Chapter 4

I didn’t remember falling asleep.

But the dream started the same way it always does.

That voice.

That calm, low, unbothered voice slipping into my head like silk between my thoughts.

“Subject 1. Subject 2. Welcome back. You know the way now. Let go.”

I’m lying on the bed. The room is dim again. I can feel the weight of the AirPods in my ears. Jules is beside me. Breathing with me. The sound of his chest rising and falling syncs with mine.

“Let the tension melt away. Let the connection between you grow. There’s no shame here. Only honesty. Only desire.”

I feel it coming again.

That beep.

“Get hard.”

“Action.”

Instant.

Like a switch flips inside me.

My cock stirs in my boxers, twitching with heat. I glance at Jules. He’s already hard, tenting his fabric. His breath catches.

He’s just as far gone.

“Stroke yourselves.”

“Action.”

My hand obeys before I think. Palming myself over my boxers. Rubbing slow, up and down, feeling my dick throb with each motion. I hear Jules moaning beside me, doing the same. The air between us feels thick, electric, loaded with lust.

We’re getting deeper.

“Now… touch each other.”

“Action.”

I don’t hesitate this time.

My hand leaves my own cock and reaches over, wrapping around his. It’s hot. Rock hard. Jules groans — this soft, desperate sound — and then grabs me in return.

We stroke each other in sync.

Slow at first. Then faster.

The squelch of precum. The soft smack of skin. The breathless moaning.

It should feel wrong.

It doesn’t.

“Subject 1, open your mouth. Prepare to receive.”

“Subject 2, stand. Let yourself be worshipped.”

My stomach flips.

No.

No way.

“Action.”

The second I hear the word, I want it.

No — I need it.

My whole body leans forward before my brain catches up. My mouth is watering. My chest is pounding. I look up at Jules — no, not Jules right now, just Subject 2 — and he’s standing in front of me, cock thick and flushed and dripping, so close I can smell it.

I open my mouth.

And I take him in.

The moment he hits my tongue, I moan. Loud. Deep.

He bucks his hips, groaning. “F-Fuck… Aiden…”

His hand grips my hair.

I suck harder.

My tongue swirls around the head of his cock. My lips slide down his shaft, slowly, then back up, then down again. I want him deeper. I want to make him fall apart.

His moans echo through the room like music.

“Now reverse roles.”

“Action.”

We switch.

I lie back, breathing heavy, and Jules sinks down between my legs. His lips brush my cock. Then he wraps them around me and takes me in whole.

Holy shit.

His mouth is perfect. Wet, warm, tight. His tongue swirls, and I can’t hold still. My hips rise. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling, desperate for more.

“Jules,” I moan. “Fuck. Jules—”

He looks up at me with glassy eyes, lips stretched around my shaft.

I can’t hold it.

“Subject 1, release. Subject 2, swallow.”

“Action.”

I cum.

Hard.

My whole body clenches as I unload in his mouth, wave after wave, my thighs shaking, eyes rolling back.

And Jules swallows it all.

Every drop.

I bolt awake.

Gasping.

Sweating.

Boxers soaked again.

My head is in a fog. My heart is hammering in my chest like I just ran sprints.

I sit up.

Jules is already awake.

Sitting on the floor by his laptop.

The screen is open.

We’re both watching the new video file.

No words.

Just images.

Me on my knees, taking him in deep. His hand on my head.

Then him, sucking me like he’s starving. My hands gripping his hair. My face twisted in raw, uncontrollable pleasure.

Then my cum. His throat. The swallowing.

Neither of us says anything.

We just stare.

Frozen.

Because we both know two things now.

It was real.

And we fucking loved it.