Be Careful Who You Yell At

by

thom21@aol.com

It all started out on a Sunday afternoon. I had gone to a Hypnosis show with my girlfriend (now my ex). My girlfriend Jessica went on stage and in one of the routines was instructed by the hypnotist to think the guy next to her was her husband. She kissed him. It was no short kiss either. Tongue was definitely present during it. I got extremely ticked off while the rest of the audience hooted and hollered for more. I was going to give this hypnotist a piece of my mind after the show.

The show ended and I told Jessica I had to go to the bathroom and I’d meet her at the car. I went back stage and saw the hypnotist who went by the name The Great Mesmerina. She attempted to apologize to me, but I was so upset I had to cuss her out. We got into a heated argument and I called her some nasty sexist names. Then I pushed her. I grant you I crossed the line, but what she did to me was more than I ever could have feared (though I now dream about it). She put a spell on me. Apparently she was a witch. She began to chant some foreign incantation and I became drowsy and she began telling me to picture a stairway. The next thing I remember I’m in the car fighting with Suzanne. We broke up in the driveway of her house. I decided to go home and put this horrid day behind me. Little did I know, it was the last day of my heterosexual life.

I woke up the next morning and headed to work. In the car I noticed I was having trouble driving, then I realized that I had been masturbating with my left hand. In fact I couldn’t take my hand off my dick no matter how hard I concentrated. I was five minutes away from work when I turned the car around and headed home. There was no way I could go to work in this condition. What was wrong with me? I realized that I must have been hypnotized and this was some suggestion to get back at me. I wanted to go to the auditorium and force the hypnotist to take the suggestion off, but my mind was not in control of my body. I ended going to the video store and renting some gay adult films. My mind was screaming out (STOP) but my body and mouth moved on their own. When I checked the movie out the clerk smile at me and I began flirting with him (even though my mind said not to) I was so attracted to him, I would not leave till I had made a date with him. I left the video store happy to know that Scott would be stopping by my house after he got off work.

When I got home I hurriedly put one of the five tapes I had rented into the machine. I had much to learn about gay sex before Scott arrived. When the first tape began my mind was still telling me it was wrong. By the end of the last tape I knew I was always meant to be gay and that this life was the life for me. I couldn’t wait to try out the oral and anal techniques I had seen used by the guys on the tape.

Scott arrived at 8 and we sat on the couch and talked for a while. As the conversation went on I slid closer and closer to him. We embraced and our mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. Better than any kiss I had ever had with a women. I began to undress Scott and then dropped to my knees to practice the new oral techniques I hard learned on the gorgeous hunk before me. Then we moved into the bedroom wear Scott taught my ass what how good it felt to have things shoved in and out of it.

The next day I awoke to the phone ringing. Scott was still in bed beside me. On the other end of the phone was the hypnotist. She asked if Scott or I wanted to be changed back to our old selves (apparently Scott had upset her to). We both answered no and she wished us luck in our budding relationship. I hung up the phone and began massaging Scott’s back. I felt invigorated and ready for trying out some more techniques form the gay videos I had rented. Scott was eager to help out, after all we were lovers..........