Calvin

Lately I’ve been using hypnosis to get into men's pants. Maybe it isn't hypnosis, but persuasion. I’m not sure about the technical stuff. I don’t use a watch on a chain or anything like that. I just maintain eye contact, speak in a steady, almost monotone, tone of voice, and after a while of doing this, I start making suggestions.

The first time I did this was back in October. I was in a real dry spell – I hadn’t had any sex in months and I had no prospects. I was out at a bar one night and started talking to this friendly jock. He was about 6’2”, nice big pecs and a thick, athletic body. His name was Calvin and he was a pretty nice guy. I could see the two of us going out. But for some reason, I was impatient that night. I didn’t want to exchange phone numbers, or wait to go out with him some other time. I was sitting there talking to him and something inside me just said, “try it.” So I made a point of looking right into his bright blue eyes and using that tone of voice whenever I was telling him a little story or talking about my job or whatever.

It seemed like it was working. He looked more and more comfortable the more I spoke. I could see his shoulders relax as I looked into his eyes and used that tone of voice. After a while, it seemed like he wanted me to keep talking that way, like he wanted to let go and have me take over.

I was a little nervous about how I would test it out so that I would know for sure that it was working. I didn’t want to go too far and mess it up, but I also wanted to prove that I was on to something. We had been talking for an hour or two, and I was pretty sure that we would hook up, at least make out a little, with or without the hypnosis. So I wanted to suggest something a little more daring than just kissing.

We were sitting at the bar, at the short side of an L-shaped bar. There were people along the other side of the bar, and every now and again, people would walk into the little area behind us to fill up a bowl of popcorn from the machine. We were by ourselves for the most part, but not completely out of sight.

I looked into Calvin’s eyes and started talking about some book I was reading. In the middle of a sentence, I stopped talking but continued looking into his eyes. He didn’t look away, and he had this completely patient look on his face. I think he would have stayed completely still if I had just sat and kept gazing at him like that.

But I didn’t want him to sit completely still. I said to him, “Calvin, I’d like you to do something.” No reaction, just that same patient look. “I’d like you to put your hand on my crotch.”

He didn’t even hesitate. In a smooth motion, and subtle enough that the people on the other side of the bar didn’t even notice him doing it, he moved his hand quickly along the inside of my thigh and let it rest on my crotch. It was a great touch, warm and firm. His expression never changed.

My mind started racing, but I kept it together. Still looking into his eyes, I said, “Thank you. That’s enough for now.” He smiled a little at that and took his hand back. I broke off my gaze and watched him out of the corner of my eye. He had that same little smile and a content look on his face. He seemed like he was OK, or even relieved, about what was happening.

I didn’t waste any more time. I looked at him and said, “Calvin, let’s leave the bar now.” He smiled that little smile and stood up. I touched his arm and guided him out of the bar.

We walked towards my place, but I wanted something different than my apartment. A block or two from the bar was a small, dark parking lot. There were only two or three cars there and I guided Calvin into the lot and behind an older model SUV. A streetlight gave us enough light to see each other, but we weren’t directly in the pool of light. We couldn’t be seen from the street, but if anyone came into the lot, we’d be seen for sure.

I positioned Calvin in front of me and leaned against the SUV. “Calvin, I want you to unzip your hoodie.” Smiling, he did so immediately. It was unzipped and open before I knew it. He wasn't wearing a shirt under his hoodie and the sight of his bulging pecs got some blood flowing down below for me. I started to make up my mind about what I wanted him to do.

“Take off your hoodie,” I told him. He slid his hoodie off dropped it on the ground. His man tits were solid and his nipples were starting to perk up. I was getting more and more excited, but I stayed in control. “Unzip your jeans and slide them down, but don’t take them off.” He did all this without ever breaking eye contact. He wanted that contact, wanted me to be in control.

Before I said anything else, I reached in front of me and felt his pecs. I moved my hands along the underside, followed the rounded slope up towards the top, and then moved my palms over the front of them. I used my thumbs to stroke his nipples and felt them get hard under my touch. He opened his mouth a little and let out a little gasp.

“Not too loud,” I said. “We don’t want the neighbors coming down here.” He nodded and kept looking up at me. “Now, take your hand and move it down into the back of your underwear.” He did so straight away and let out another little gasp.

I moved my hands to my own pants and unzipped, preparing. I told Calvin to play with his hole and his hand started moving. I leaned against the truck and watched. I had just told a half-naked man to finger himself in front of me in a dark parking lot. And he did.

His hand moved slow initially, stretching the material of his boxers. He rubbed up and down his crack, staring at me the whole time. He was breathing heavier and faster. After a couple of minutes, I turned him around and slid his boxers down so I could get a better look. He was sliding his middle finger around his hole while his other fingers spread his ass cheeks. I had to remind myself to look into his eyes every so often. I didn’t want him to snap out of it.

He spoke. “Touch my nipples again.” I thought about making him say “please,” but I didn’t bother. I caressed his hard nips as he started moving his hand faster. I told him to lick his finger and go deeper, and his eyelids fluttered as he did. Then, I told him to take his finger out and put it in his mouth. He hesitated for a second, but then he did and moaned as he did it. I took his hand and put the same finger in my mouth, keeping the eye contact. I sucked his finger for a second, then moved his hand back to his quivering hole.

I pulled my dick out of my pants and put his free hand on it. He moved the tips of his fingers up and down the hard shaft, and he fingered his hole faster and faster.

“Are you going to cum?” I asked. He nodded while his lips quivered. “Not yet,” I said and he eased up on his ass. “Put my dick in your mouth.” He crouched down immediately and his mouth was on me before I could catch my breath. He pressed his tongue against my dick as he moved his head up and down. I was pretty close to cumming myself. He was cupping my balls with his hand while he blew me. I hadn’t even asked him to do that.

I pulled his head off my dick and stood him up. I turned him around and told him to lean forward, against the truck. I dropped my pants down, grabbed my dick and guided it towards his now wet hole. I moved my head next to his, spoke into his ear, and put my dick on his ass lips. I said to him, “You can cum anytime now,” and slid my dick in. He was so tight that there was some resistance at first, and so hot that my penis felt like it was burning. He was moaning low, deep in his throat and I think he came as soon as his hole closed around my cock.

I didn’t take much longer. I grabbed his hips and thrusted hard and fast. His hole felt so good that I couldn’t hold out. The tight, warm pressure surrounding my cock was bringing on my orgasm. At the last second, I pulled out and a shot a load of cream onto his wide, white ass. I think he would have stood there like that, bent over, hands on the truck, if I hadn’t told him to go ahead and stand up. I told him he could use his boxers to clean himself up.

The underwear went in the dumpster and I walked him home. I’m pretty sure he liked the experience, even if I did manipulate him into it. And it’s not like I did anything to humiliate him. So, what's the problem?