Sex Study Week 7: The Mind Fuck

Brad took me to a bar near campus that I'd seen before but never been to. It was called the Yellow Brick Club, which I always thought was an obvious name since it was in an old warehouse built out of light, sand-colored brick. It seemed like a nice enough place. Definitely a club meant for attractive people in their twenties, but the atmosphere didn't feel sleazy, just hot. There was a huge dance floor in the middle, with multi-colored lights flashing different designs on the clubbers. One wall was taken up with a really well-stocked bar, tended by a couple of hot guys in tight tank tops, and the other walls were lined with booths. I think the bartender was ogling me when we got our drinks, but I had pushed it out of my mind by the time we got a table.

"This is a pretty nice place. I've never been here before," I shouted over the bass.

Brad smiled. "I thought you might like it."

We talked for a while about random stuff, and the conversation eventually turned to working out. I'd always been into fitness and light bodybuilding, but Brad's experiences since he did his own study with Jack blew mine out of the water. He knew everything about muscle, and I got lost in listening to him talk about lifting. I also got lost in the top of his pec cleft, which was showing through the collar of his V-neck tshirt. I don't know if he noticed or not, but after a while he suggested we go out on the dance floor.

It started out as just two guys doing awkward club moves next to each other, but then Brad pulled me closer and we started grinding. I'd never done anything like this with a guy, let alone in public, but I was drunk enough not to care. At some point, I looked around a little bit and noticed that 90% of the couples dancing around us were all male.

"Brad?" I shouted. He turned his head so his ear was closer to me. "Is this a gay club?"

"I thought you knew that." He smiled and pulled his shirt off, tying the end of it through one of his belt loops. God, that chest. I followed suit, and soon we were back to grinding. I could feel each of his abs, hard against my lower back, and his pecs kept flexing against my shoulder blades. Without the thin layer of cotton covering him up, I could smell how manly he was, and I started getting drunker. We danced for a while longer before Brad motioned me to follow him back over to our table, which was in the back corner of the bar, away from prying eyes. I went to sit down, but Brad pulled me back and planted one on me. I was surprised, to say the least, but it didn't stop me from kissing him back.

When we pulled apart, he breathed, "I want you."

I didn't know how to react, but when he gently pushed down on my traps, I didn't resist. Brad sat down in the booth, and I snuck under the table. He was already fiddling with his belt, and I helped him get it and his zipper undone. By the time I got his cock out, it was already hard. I went straight to sucking, and all thought faded to the back of my still drunk mind. My hands caressed his abs as I sucked him, and soon I felt his cock tense up in my mouth. I panicked a little then because we were still at the club, and even if it was a gay bar, I didn't want to have cum on my face in public. Instead of pulling off his cock and letting it spray all over my face and torso like earlier tonight, I clamped my lips down behind his cockhead and let his cum flood my mouth. I can't say I'd ever thought about how cum would taste, and I'm not sure how to describe it, but Brad's was good. I swallowed and rejoined him topside.

"You're great at that." He grinned at me stupidly. "Let's get out of here."

Brad took me home and I went straight to bed with my mp3 player.

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My memories of Saturday night with Brad were a little fuzzy when I woke up, but the more my hangover subsided and the more I thought about it, the more I was able to piece it together. When Brad caught up with me in the parking lot and asked if I wanted to go out, I think I suggested the Yellow Brick Club. I'd always wanted to go to a gay club, and with a hot guy like Brad asking me to get a drink with him it was the perfect opportunity. I think then we got drunk, did some topless grinding on the dance floor, and went back to our table, where...this is when it gets fuzzier. I think I told him, "I want your cock," and then sucked him off under the table. His cum tasted amazing. Yellow Brick was a lot of fun. I'd have to go back there sometime.

I kept listening to the seventh file over the next couple of days, and when Tuesday came, I couldn't wait to go to the lab. When I got there, I greeted Jack with a playful nipple tweak, stripped, and flopped down naked on the couch.

"You seem eager." Jack smirked, bouncing his pecs a little.

"Just ready to get down to business," I replied.

"Well, you know the drill. I'll be ready for you when you come back up."

Jack was definitely ready for me. While I was under, he'd stripped naked and his thick ten inches were already hard and leaking precum a little. I immediately went to my knees and started worshipping his cock. It always felt so good giving in and letting my thoughts drift away as I focused on sucking cock. Before I knew it, Jack's cock was spasming in my mouth, dumping a massive amount of cum on my tongue. It was only the second time I'd tasted cum, but damn it was delicious. Plus, having Brad and Jack shoot their loads directly into my mouth felt even hotter than having their loads on my face. I pulled off, swallowing Jack's cum, and noticed that my finger was up my ass. I pulled it out and stood up.

"That was good, Jordan. You're becoming one hell of a cocksucker," Jack said. "That must be an effect of file seven. I believe it has suggestions about additional stimulation. Keep up the training. You're making great progress."

I showered and left, slightly confused. Jack was hot as fuck, and don't even get me started on Brad, but this study was beginning to seem different than what I thought it was. I'd have to try to listen more closely to what was in this file.

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Well, that didn't work. Every time I listened to the file, I'd go straight under like always. I was probably too conditioned to do anything about it. The other thing was, every time I listened, it bothered me less, which was weird and comforting at the same time. Also, I'd been having strange dreams, which felt like memories. They definitely had people I actually knew, and I was always the same age I would have been when that memory would have been from. Maybe they were real memories. I'd have to ask Jack about it.

First thing at the Thursday session, that's what I did. Jack stayed really calm the whole time I told him what I'd been experiencing, and when I finished, he just reassured me.

"Really, don't worry Jordan. First, hypnosis affects everyone differently. Second, file seven does contain some suggestions relating to memory, which could explain why you're having such vivid dreams. Do you think they are real memories?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "They feel like it. The way I looked, the way I acted, the way I felt. It all feels familiar, and I can't help but feel like they all actually happened. Like this one. I was a senior in high school, sitting in my history class. Our teacher was the wrestling coach. Hugely built, like you. He was like 26, and it was his second year there. We were learning about D-Day and Normandy. I remember that lesson and everything. And in my dream, I'm just staring at my teacher. Watching his biceps flex and he talks with his hands. Thinking about how big they are, and how it looks like they might rip the sleeves of his polo any minute, and how hot that would be. Because in my dream, all I can think about is how attractive my history teacher is."

"Hmm." Jack looked like he was analyzing my dream. "It sounds like a memory. Did you feel that way about your teacher?"

"I don't know. Maybe? He was definitely hot."

Jack took off his shirt, revealing his tight abs and thick lats. "I think you should just stick to your listening regimen. Who knows? The file might help you remember more about yourself."

I nodded and took my clothes off, putting the earbuds in. When I came back up, all thought of weird dreams had disappeared, and all I could think about was Jack's massive cock. It was waiting for me to suck it, and I wasn't going to disappoint.

I went for his balls first, sucking them one at a time to churn up a nice big load. I could really only fit one in my mouth at a time anyway. Then I licked up and down the shaft before taking it in my mouth and bobbing up and down on it. I was starting to love deep-throating it more than anything. It felt so good having it press up against the back of my throat and then push past the barrier. I think Jack liked that too, because he always moaned when I deep-throated him. This time, I noticed that I started fingering myself right around the time Jack's cock pushed into my throat. He was right about the added stimulation. It felt really good. When Jack came, I took it i my mouth again, swallowing every drop and then giving the head of his cock one last lick to make sure I got it all.

After I showered, Jack was relaxing on the couch with his pants back on, although he was still shirtless. I thanked him for his advice about my dream dilemma before I left.

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I'm really glad I remembered how hot my history teacher was. He made for really good fantasy material on off-days. I still wasn't masturbating, since Jack didn't want me to during the study, but I'd started playing with my ass more. It felt good having something in there, and I'd gotten to the point where I could get three fingers in at a time. Sometimes I'd lose myself imagining my history teacher naked, or all the guys I would secretly look at while I was dating Katie. I was really only with her to fool myself into believing I was straight. But now, I would finger myself silly thinking about cock. It was fantastic, and really freeing.

On Saturday, before I went in, I finger-fucked myself for about an hour. I just couldn't stop, it felt so good. Maybe, I thought, I could convince either Jack or Brad to fuck me. Or maybe they wouldn't need much convincing, the way they enjoyed my blowjobs.

I walked in and they were both standing there naked, stroking their cocks. Damn, I wanted to just jump them right there, but we had to follow procedure for the sake of the study. So instead, I stripped and lay down to listen to file seven one last time.

I would always wake up from the file in a sexual haze, but this time was the most intense yet. I wanted their cocks so badly. I wanted to make them cum, on me or in me, I just wanted it. And I think they could tell, because when I dove for Jack's cock, he was smiling. I wanted this to be the best blowjob I'd ever given. It might have been too, because Jack never stopped moaning. Neither did I, once Brad came up behind me and started working his 9.5 inches into my ass. I probably looked like a desperate slut, eagerly taking a huge cock at both ends, but that didn't really bother me. It was kinda hot.

It wasn't long before I felt Brad cum in my ass, which triggered Jack's cock to fill my mouth with his own cum. When that happened, I reached a new level of sexual high. A load in my ass and a load going down my throat. I'd never felt so turned on. As I soaked in the sexual bliss, I shot my own load, bigger and stronger than any I'd ever shot. I almost collapsed, but Brad held me up and slowly pulled his cock out. I needed a few minutes before I could go take a shower.

Jack took the opportunity to talk to me.

"That was quite a display, Jordan. You're doing really well with the study. Since there's only one week left, I have a quick survey for you. We just want to get your take on things, so we can account for it in future studies. Alright. First: Have you enjoyed the study?"

I nodded, still recovering from our orgasms.

"Good. Given the chance, would you do it all over?"

"Hell yes."

"Excellent. Now: what made you want to participate in this study?"

I thought back on the day I found he flyer and called about participating. There was a nice chunk of change involved, but then I saw the bit about homoerotic situations. A flood of feelings came to my mind as I put myself back in the mindset I remembered having that day. I cleared my throat and told Jack, "I always knew deep down that I was gay. I wanted to see what gay sex would be like, and I hoped participating in the study would help me come to terms with my lust for men, so I could be open about it and follow through on my desire for cock and cum."

"So what your saying is..."

"I want you to make me an insatiable slut."