My college wrestling friend wanted to try hypnosis

“Dude, we’re gonna be so late Coach will kill us for sure.”

I swear, Mike only gets anxious about two things: being late, and disappointing Coach. Mike and I had been out to classes and then shopping but somehow it took way longer than we thought. We got back to the dorm but only had about 10 minutes until we had to leave to get to wrestling practice in time.

It had been two days since we’d blown our loads on each other’s bodies. Mike didn’t seem any different to usual; he wasn’t awkward or anything. I, on the other hand, felt a bit weird about it. When we worked out the day before, I was definitely distracted. When he woke up in the morning and walked to the shower in his boxers, I was staring at his legs and ass. I didn’t know what to do.

“Okay, we’re finally back! Now I gotta shower and get my stuff together, quick as lightning Joey!” Mike bounded into the room and started throwing stuff in his gym bag, mine was ready anyway.

“Mine’s done so why don’t you pack your stuff and I’ll shower first.”

“Nah man you’ve been taking ages in the shower recently. I’m going first… unless you wanna wrestle for it? Quick warm-up before practice?”

Normally I’d go for it, but I hesitated. Mike didn’t. He ploughed straight into me knocking me onto my back. But he seemed to expect more resistance and lost his hold a bit as we hit. I managed to twist out of his grip, flip him over, and pin him before he realised.

“Fuck. You’re getting slippery buddy.” He winked. “At least be quick in the shower then.”

I jumped off Mike before he could feel the semi I was growing and got in the shower. Barely two minutes in, and I heard the door open.

“Okay. Packed. And I’m not making Coach wait. Move over.”

Next thing I saw was Mike’s hulking body coming into the shower and squeezing me to the side. I didn’t have time to turn away so we ended up face to face, my semi pressed against his flaccid dick. Mike got to work on his chest, but I just stared at him. He noticed and looked back at me.

“Dude, we do this all the time at gym but I didn’t realise this shower was small! Either that or we got way bigger.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to talk this out, before something else crazy happened. But Mike wasn’t going to be serious. So, I had to make him.

“Tenebrous”

The word just about burst from me. To anyone else this would’ve been completely confusing. But I watched Mike as the hypnosis trigger-word I’d set up before took over. His hands came to a stop and dropped to his sides. His goofy grin faded. He stared at me, under my control.

“Are things weird between us?” I asked cautiously.
“No.”
“But what about two days ago?”
“Nothing weird. I helped you and you helped me. Bros help each other.”

Huh. Guess he really didn’t care. That did make me feel better actually. I looked down at my granddad’s pendant that I’d used to hypnotise Mike originally. This was a whole lot more useful than I’d given it credit for.

My eyes drifted back up a touch but caught at Mike’s abs. He was mostly hairless, but for a little bit around his dick and a trail leading up to his belly button. It revealed a lot of muscle definition he’d been working for. I had a good covering of chest hair, so he always said it made me look like the manlier man. I traced my finger up the trail to his abs. He had a strong core, defined six-pack. To me, that along with his pecs and biceps made him look like a real male model.

I snapped to. We couldn’t be wasting time like this. As much as it was a joke, Coach really would kill us if we were too late.

“Sorry for being weird Mike. No problems here. When I snap my fingers, we’ll finish showering and get to practice. Okay?”

We got into the locker room about 10 seconds before Coach did. Coach Bartlett was a real stereotype of a wrestling coach. Huge. Muscles everywhere. Not a single bit of mercy or neck on that man. Mike and I walked over to our usual spot and found Brad there just getting his singlet on.

“Guys, cutting it fine as usual.” Brad was the third in our trio and was definitely the smallest. Where Mike and I were muscular, Brad was athletic and toned. He was a few inches shorter than us and a couple of weigh categories lower so we didn’t usually wrestle each other that much. But when we did, he was super quick and crafty.

Brad and Mike started trash-talking each other (“Brad, you’re looking weaker every day. All that soy you eat I bet.” “Mike, only thing weak here is your two brain cells.”). I was only half listening to their usual banter as I got changed. I was thinking more about Mike in the shower and how easy it had been to put him under. It was scary. And kind of exciting. Luckily, I managed to keep myself under control as I got my jock and singlet on.

We filed out into the gym and started stretching and warming up. Today’s schedule had us facing off in pairs and practicing takedowns on each other. Mike, predictably, was full of energy and raring to go.

“Joey man! You got me earlier and I am so getting you back. No mercy.”

Over the next hour, Mike really put me through it. Takedown after takedown, he went at it 100%. You had to admire that kind of motivation and drive. I did my best to keep up with his level of effort and soon enough we were both hot, sweaty, and focussed hard on each other.

“Okay little buddy, last drill. Come on.”

“Don’t blame me when you get slammed Mike. Fair warning.”

I dove towards him, a quick fake up with my hands, and got up close with my forehead against his stomach. My hands shot down, getting behind his knees, and whipped them out from under him. Mike went straight down for a clean double blast takedown.

But as he went down, the tiredness in my legs meant I slipped forward and landed awkwardly right on top of him. Lying there with my body between his legs and my head on his stomach, I was panting. Mike looked down at me and started laughing. After a second, he just gave me one of his confident, easy smiles. Maybe I was just really tired but I zoned out a little looking up at his smile, the outline of his chest as he breathed deeply in and out. His arms went behind his head, affording me a great view of his arms and armpits. I thought I felt him stirring a bit underneath me, his bulge pressed against me.

Again, I snapped to and got off Mike and offered him a hand to get up.

“Alright ladies! That’s it! Hit the showers and get your asses out of here! Remember next practice on Saturday! Especially you two, Adams and Burroughs. Almost late again today.”

As Coach directed that last bit at Mike and me respectively, I heaved him back onto his feet.

“Of course, Coach. Not a problem.”

Everyone headed back into the locker room. Mike, always confident and a big poser, took his singlet down to his waist and struck a couple of poses in the full-length mirror on the wall as we got back in. I guess I was caught up in the pump of tough exercise and joined him. Soon enough, Brad wandered over and, with a theatrical roll of his eyes, did the same.

Looking in that mirror, pumped up and tired, I had to admit I felt kind of sexy. My chest was really starting to get that definition on the bottom that made it pop out. Mike already had that; it was more his abs that he was working on. That was probably why his singlet came down quickly, and sure enough he was running his hands over his six-pack. Brad, on the other side of me, was doing his best to flex his bicep as hard as he could. Not quite at mine or Mike’s size, but he was definitely getting there. As I looked at us three I thought we all looked really hot.

Caught up in that moment, I realised how horny showing off in the mirror with those two was making me feel. I felt my bulge swelling with every heartbeat. Now, guys get hard at wrestling practice a lot, more than you’d think. Everyone tends to be cool with it. But this felt different with the sexual way my eye drank in the sight of my buddies.

“Er, forgot my towel guys. And a change of clothes. I’m just going to head back and shower at home.” I turned and went to grab my stuff, pulling my sweatpants and shirt on top of the singlet.

“But Joey, you always remember your stuff? You’ve even loaned me spares before…” Brad started complaining.

Mike looked concerned, “You feeling alright man? You get hurt with that last drill or something?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m just… yeah, really tired too.”

“Well okay. But I’m gonna go early too then. Can’t have you collapsing before you get to the dorm. Right little buddy?” Mike gave me a couple slaps on the back and pulled his clothes on too.

As we walked back to the dorm, Mike kept joking around nudging me over and then pretending to catch me. His claims that he was saving me from collapsing made me feel a little more normal. The dorm wasn’t far and we managed to get in just a few minutes. We each dumped our bags, and I sat down on my bed. Mike started getting his sweatpants and shirt off and was soon just standing there in his singlet.

“Man, I feel so pumped today. It’s not wearing off yet, obvious progress. What do you think?”

We had a small mirror in the room that Mike was posing in front of, but he turned to me showing off again. All of his flexing in this private show had gotten me full on hard now and I was glad the sweatpants covered it a bit.

“Come on now. What do you think? Get your clothes off and compare with me.”

“Yeah Mike, you’re looking built for sure. It’s paying off, I can see the outline of your chest even better now.”

Mike beamed at me; he was really sculpted. The bulge in his singlet was as obvious as usual. As long as I complimented him I could probably distract him until my boner went down.

“Appreciate that bro, really. Now get those clothes off and get up here.”

“But, I…” So much for that plan.

“Joey. Nothing that I haven’t seen before.”

Mike gave me a very pointed look.

“Fine.”

I got my shirt off, and then the sweatpants, and stood next to Mike. The bulge in the front of my singlet very obvious.

“Knew it man. You’re getting bigger every day.” He winked at me.

All the posing, the muscle pump, and now the compliments from Mike. I was so horny. I needed to get off. I was so horny I didn’t know what came over me.

“Tenebrous.”

Again, the word burst from me. In seconds, Mike was under, eyes glazed and looking at me passively. This specimen of the male form, in a skin-tight singlet, ready to do whatever I wanted.

“Tell me what you think of my body, in detail.”
“Your face is handsome. Your chest looks so masculine with your chest hair. I’m jealous of your tight abs and wish mine were like that. I like that your cock is big and thick, but mine is bigger. Your body is muscular, powerful, and sexy.”
“Is that why you’ve been cutting and working on your abs? You’re jealous of mine?”
“Yes.”

Fuck. My hand reached down and was rubbing my bulge through my singlet as he said this. He was jealous of my powerful body, this stud. I looked over his body, the way his singlet hugged his abs and pecs. I couldn’t take it.

“You want to jerk off with me, don’t you Mike.”
“I want to jerk off with you.”
“You want to suck my dick.”
“I want to suck your dick.”
“Good. When I snap my fingers, you will wake up and you will not remember anything since you went under. You’re going to ask me to jerk off with you like last time. Okay?”
“Yes Joey.”

With a snap of my fingers, the Mike I knew returned. His eyes fixed on mine, his hands now rubbing his abs.

“Yeah, definitely getting bigger every day man. Hey, you wanna help each other out again? This workout has got me going again! Plus, I can see you’re excited.”

“Yes, Mike. I wanna jerk off again with you.”

As I said it, I realised how forceful and horny I sounded. Mike paused for a second and a big grin came to his face. Without words, we both take our singlets down to our waists. But then, Mike reached out, grabbed mine and pulled it all the way down. Standing there just in my jockstrap, he could see a wet patch growing.

“I knew you were getting hard at practice man. Already leaking everywhere!”

He stood up and took his singlet off too. Looking at his jockstrap, I could see it straining against the fabric. It was way too big for that little space. I gazed at Mike’s bulge as he pulled that jock down. His shaft sprung out and pointed straight at me. He then took my jock and pulled it down too.

Now that Mike had finished undressing us both he reached out and grasped my hardness. I was so horny that just that gentle squeeze felt amazing, and a moan escaped my lips.

“Mmmm, he likes it this sexy fucker. Your cock is so damn solid, I can feel you throbbing.”

I grasped him back. The way his arms and chest flexed as he started to stroke me, the warmth of his dick in my hand. I started stroking him fast. His other hand lay on top of mine, slowing down my strokes.

“Hey, hey. Not so fast, going crazy on my cock here. Start off nice and slow. Like this. Mmm that’s better, wanna really feel you jerking my cock.”

He was right. I didn’t just want to cum with this man, I wanted to feel great and make him feel great. With that slower pace, my other hand went to Mike’s body, exploring every contour. I squeezed his nipple a little and he gave me back a moan of his own. I moved around to his back and down to his ass, cupping his big, round cheek and giving that a squeeze too. His body was perfect. A result of all his hard work, strong.

“Mike, your body is amazing. It’s making me so horny. I’ve always admired it, but now I think with those abs its even better. Fucking athletic and powerful.”

His eyes found mine again. Maybe it was just praise, or me using his words from his subconscious, but in that moment Mike looked back at me and kissed me. Our bodies pushed against each other as we stroked each other, and our lips and tongues met.

We broke apart, still stroking and touching each other.

“Joey. I have never been more turned on than right now.”

Mike’s hands left my throbbing dick and grasped my hips. Then, he sank to his knees in front of me. He looked back up at me as his tongue reached out and licked my head. A look like he was asking for permission.

“You know I want it Mike. Take my big dick.”

No more waiting, his mouth closed around the head. His mouth felt so warm as he made his way down the shaft. One of his hands went to my ass to help push himself onto me, the other went to my balls, fondling them. Over a couple of minutes, he made his way right down to the base. He gagged a little bit, and the feeling was indescribable. I put my hands on the back of his head, playing with his hair as he took the whole length.

He slid back off and looked up at me with a look of triumph. “Ha, knew I could do it man. Those chicks got nothing on me, I suck a way better cock.”

He then went straight back down to the base, eye contact throughout. I swear I could’ve cum right then it felt so incredible. But I managed to hold on for another minute as Mike’s head bobbed up and down on my dick. But I could feel myself getting close.

“I’m gonna fu- I’m gonna fucking cum Mike.”

He sped up and just as my balls tightened up he stopped halfway. My body shivered as I shot my first load in his mouth. He swallowed the first one and that put me really over the edge. I drained my load right down Mike’s throat, holding onto his shoulder to stay up, and he licked the last drops away.

“Damn. Like a river of cum in my mouth Joey. You bust a real big one.”

Mike looked proud, as if he’d done a good job. He really had, and I needed to give back.

I moved him to his bed and laid him down, his rock hard dick standing straight up into the air. I climbed on the bed in front of him and he propped himself up so he could get a better view. Then, just as Mike had, I licked the end of his head and looked back at him. He was nodding vigorously.

So, I opened my mouth and took my buddy’s dick. I had never thought about doing this, but I was still horny and wanted to make Mike feel as good as I had. As I sucked him, his arms went behind his head. He was tensing up as he moaned. Every so often, I’d give a lick up the shaft from base to tip and he’d twitch like it was an electric shock.

“God. Damn. Joey. How are you so fucking good at this? AH! Yeah, right there. Best blowjob buddy. That’s it, keep going like that. Gonna make me blow an even bigger load this time. Fuck.”

His body was mine. As I sucked and licked and played with his balls, his body squirmed with pleasure. My hand had found its way back to my own dick and, despite having blow my load earlier, I was really hard again. I started stroking myself similarly to how I was moving on Mike’s dick.

Mike was getting close. He started thrusting himself into me, getting deeper and deeper. With a little gagging, I got all of him inside my mouth. It felt good having his dick fill my mouth and throat, and I understood why it had felt like a triumph to Mike.

“Oh fuck yeah! Fuck, Fuck, eurrrrrrrgh!” Mike just about roared as his cock exploded sending waves of cum into my throat. His whole body went into every shot as I swallowed as much as I could. This set me off again and I orgasmed a second time blowing a load onto Mike’s bed.

After several shots, Mike relaxed, and the torrent stopped. A lot of his sperm had leaked out of my mouth onto his dick and pubes. He lay there panting. I sat back and recovered too.

“Fuck.”

I looked back at Mike.

“You know how to one up yourself man, give you that.” He said between breaths.

I laughed. “Well, I learnt from the best bro.”

I got up and showered, half-expecting him to come and shower the sweat and cum off with me. But when I got out I found Mike lying in the same position on his bed, still with a puddle of his own around his now soft cock, soundly asleep.