I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Chapter 3

I avoided him the entire day.

Skipped lunch at the usual spot. Took the long way around campus just to miss him between classes. And when I passed by our dorm and saw the door closed with the light on, I just… kept walking.

I didn’t even have a plan — I just knew I couldn’t look at Jules yet.

What happened… that video… it shouldn’t have happened.

Even if it was the audio. Even if it wasn’t us, not really. That didn’t stop the memory from clinging to me like a second skin. His hand on my cock. Mine on his. Our moans tangled together like it wasn’t our first time.

It didn’t feel fake.

And worse — it had felt good.

In my 2pm class, I was barely listening. The professor was going on about film theory or something, pacing in front of a slideshow of old black-and-white scenes.

“…and the director shouted action, and—”

I stiffened. Literally.

My thighs clenched, and suddenly I felt it: that hot spark, that pulse between my legs like someone flipped a switch inside me.

I crossed my legs fast, heart pounding.

No. Not here. Not fucking now.

I tried to focus on the lecture, the cold metal chair, anything — but my cock was growing, twitching behind my jeans like it had been waiting to hear that exact word.

The trigger still works.

By sunset, I started feeling like an asshole. Maybe I was too harsh with Jules. I mean, he didn’t create the damn file. We were just… victims of something weird. Right?

Still, I wasn’t ready to go back yet.

I wandered campus until the sky turned black and most of the buildings shut down. Then finally, heart heavy and head still foggy, I pushed open the door to our dorm.

“Jules?”

No answer.

The lights were off. The glow from his laptop screen flickered in the corner of the room.

I stepped inside. Quietly.

And then I saw him.

Jules.

Lying back on his bed, shirtless, wearing just boxers. AirPods in. One hand on his laptop.
The other wrapped around his cock.

His screen was playing the video.

Our video.

He was watching us jerk each other off.

And he was moaning.

My jaw dropped. “Dude—what the fuck are you doing?!”

He jumped like I shot him, yanked out the AirPods, and scrambled to pause the screen — too late.

He looked like a deer caught jerking off in headlights.

“I—shit—I’m sorry, man! I know, I know—fuck.” He sat up, red-faced, hard cock still half-out. “I didn’t mean to—I swear.”

“Didn’t mean to what?! Watch us getting each other off like it’s your new favorite porn?!”

“I—” Jules dragged a hand through his hair, still breathless. “You know I study film. I’ve heard it over ten times today.”

“Heard what?”

He gave me a look.

“…action.”

The moment the word left his lips, my body reacted.

That same low, magnetic ache spread through my stomach, into my dick. My cock twitched in my pants.

Fuck. No.

I backed up toward the door. “Nope. Nope. I’m not doing this again.”

Jules stood, still tenting his boxers. “Come onnn, Aiden. Don’t act like you’re not horny as fuck too. It’s not us—it’s this stupid effect.”

I grabbed the door handle.

“Please,” Jules said. His voice dropped.

“…come back. Action.”

Something snapped inside me.

I turned around.

And I locked the door.

We stood there in silence. My breathing was loud. My cock was swelling. My skin burned.

He stepped closer. “We can just… get it out of our systems. Rid ourselves of this weird hormone glitch.”

I didn’t answer.

“Let’s try the second file. Not the same one. A new one. I found it earlier. Might help reset us or something.”

I shook my head, but I was already losing the battle. I could feel it pulsing under my skin, electric, undeniable.

Jules smiled. “Come on. We already know what happens. Nothing we haven’t done before. It’s not gay to help a bro out.”

My lips parted. I wanted to say no.

But my cock said yes.

I exhaled hard. “Fine.”

He handed me an AirPod. We lay down on his bed, side by side again, too close again. He hit play.

I don’t remember the words this time. Just warmth.

Just… action.

And then—

I woke up.

The room was quiet.

Dim.

My head was heavy, but I was breathing slowly.

I looked down.

I was only wearing boxers again.

Jules was curled against me, his head on my thigh, his lips barely grazing the side of my leg.

My cock was semi-hard.

I swallowed, heart pounding.

“…Did you suck my dick?” I asked.

Jules didn’t answer.