Gay Erotic Stories

Christopher & Craig Part Two The next morning I woke up with a feeling of anticipation. I couldn't wait to get to Christopher's house. I showered and shaved, then spiked my hair and headed to the bedroom to get dressed. I had this sudden urge to wear briefs today, odd, since I had worn boxers for years. I rifled through my drawers, finally settling on a pair of boxer briefs. I slid on a T-shirt and jeans, then sat to slip my feet into a pair of white socks. Shoes. I sighed. God, I hate wearing them. But I couldn't show up at Christopher's in just socks. He'd think I was some sort of freak. My gaze finally settled on a pair of sneakers on the floor of my closet. I pulled up minutes before 1 at Christopher's. He answered my knock immediately. What was it about a man in silk that was so appealing? My eyes followed the blue shirt down to his chinos and boat shoes. "Craig, right on time. Come in." He gestured the way to the den and I preceded him there. "how do you feel?" "Great!" I said, sitting on the couch. "Good. Many people find that the sleep particularly well after a hypnosis session." I smiled. "My shoes are tight. Craig, I notice you're wearing sneakers today. Why is that?" "I couldn't some here in just socks." "Why not? The truth." "I didn't want you to think I was weird." "Craig, wearing shoes is weird. You don't like to wear shoes. It makes me happy when you don't wear shoes. Repeat." "It makes you happy when I don't wear shoes." "Good. Now, 1...2...3. Well, are you comfortable, Craig? Can I get you anything?" I shifted on the couch. "Would you mind if I took off my shoes?" "No, go right ahead. Make yourself comfortable." He stood and walked around the couch. "In fact, I planned to return these to you today." He was holding my brown loafers. I felt my face get hot. I stared at my socks. Christopher smiled warmly. "Don't be embarrassed. It happens. You were very relaxed yesterday. My shoes are tight. Craig, I want you to stand and undress for me. You may open your eyes as you need to, but you will stay in this relaxed state. You will only remove your shirt and pants. Undress, Craig." I slowly got to my feet and pulled my shirt off over my head. I fumbled with the button on my jeans, then pushed them down my legs and stepped out of them. "Craig, you're not wearing briefs. Why?" "I didn't have any." "Did you want to wear them?" "Yes. This was all I had." "Okay. You will stop on the way home today and buy briefs. Say it." "I will stop on the way home and buy briefs." "Good. And you will wear briefs. Now, Craig, you may see a few bright lights. It's okay. Just stand there calmly." Bright lights flashed, something clicked, and a tiny motor whirred. "Craig, you may get dressed now. You will not remember removing your clothes once they are back on." I pulled on my shirt and pants, then sat on the couch. "Good. 1...2...3. So what did you have in mind for today, Craig?" I shrugged. "Well, I liked yesterday." "Good. I'm glad. Because the more comfortable you feel with me, the more we can try. My shoes are tight. Craig, listen carefully. When I count 3 you will awaken and you will find that you are very thirsty. You are more thirsty than you can ever remember being. Say it and believe it." "I'm more thirsty than ever." "Good. 1...2...3. You're sure I can't get you anything before we begin?" I licked my lips. "A glass of water would be nice." "Sure. Follow me." We walked to the kitchen where I downed three glasses of water. Christopher watched me, with an amused look on his face. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so thirsty. I must've eaten something salty." "Would you like another?" "Please." "My shoes are tight. Craig, you are no longer thirsty for water. You are thirsty for cum. My cum. you want to taste it, feel it in your mouth, swallow it hungrily. Only then will your thirst be quenched. You have to drink my cum. Say it." "I have to drink your cum." "Good boy. You won't be able to think of anything else. You will want to taste it, let it slide around on your tongue. You crave it. You have to have it. 1...2...3." I was staring at Christopher's crotch. The chinos were well-cut, but I could just trace the faint outline of his rod. All the cliches about being well-hung went through my mind. I wondered if he'd let me suck it. What was I thinking? I'd only seen the man twice! Craig, pull yourself together. The promise of a hypnosis session and you become a completely immoral tramp! "Craig, is something wrong?" "Huh? Oh, no." "Oh. You seemed lost in thought, that's all." Thoughts about your dick, I thought, licking my lips. "Perhaps we should get started." Christopher led the way to the den. He had a great butt. He sat in his chair, and I on the couch. His pants bunched when he sat. I wanted to put my face there. "My shoes are tight. Craig, what do you want to do?" "Taste your cum." "Ask or permission." "I-I can't." "Sure you can. But since you're not comfortable with the idea yet I'll tell you what. You will still want to drink my cum, but when I count 3 the rules will have changed. You will not be allowed to jerk off. Do you understand?" "I am not allowed to jerk off." "Good. Every time you think about touching yourself you will want to drink my cum. The more you want to touch yourself, the more you will want my cum. It will become an uncontrollable urge. you will need my cum. Say it." "I will need your cum." "Good. But until you ask for it you will not jerk off. Tomorrow after class you will call me. Say it." "I will call you." "Good. And what will you wear?" "White briefs." "On your feet?" "White socks." "Good. Do you understand all of the instructions I have given you?" "Yes." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes...sir?" "Good boy, Craig! Now I will count to 3 and you will not remember any of this, believing all we did for a few relaxation techniques. But you will follow all instructions. 1...2...3. how do you feel?" I stretched a little. "Relaxed." My gaze fell on my watch. "Wow! Is it that late already?" "I'm afraid it took a little longer to relax you than I expected." He stood and so did I. "Can I call you?" I asked. "By all means." I smiled. "Thanks, Christopher." "No, Craig, thank you." * * * On the way home from Christopher's house I stopped at the mall and stocked up on white briefs and white socks. It was funny, I hadn't worn "tighty-whiteys" since grade school, and here I was buying 12 pair! All that night I kept thinking of the folds in Christopher's chinos, and the outline of his bulge when he moved. I wondered what his cock would feel like in my mouth. I wanted to taste him. The next day I couldn't seem to concentrate on my classes. I wanted to call Christopher. I wanted to suck him off. But I knew I shouldn't until classes were over. Even though my own dick was tenting my briefs and making a bulge in my jeans. But I didn't want him to think I was desperate. I felt desperate though, just to see just how big that cock was... I raced home after my last class and dialed the phone. He answered the third ring. "Craig? I wondered if I'd hear from you." "Hi Christopher." I felt my dick twitch. I wanted his rod in my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. "How would you feel about a session tonight?" "I'd like that!" I said eagerly. "Great. Come on over." To be continued in Part 3...