The following story contains fictional accounts of hypnosis/mind control and m/m fantasies. If such subjects offend you or you are under 18 do not read any further.

The way I see it, I’m just a modern day explorer. Some guys used to stomp through forests dressed in rotting deer skins, or they pointed the bow of their ship at the horizon and said, “What’s over there?” They were interested in geography. I’m interested in psychology. Old-fashioned explorers wanted to uncover and exploit the physical features of the globe. I uncover and exploit the physical features of the male body. I realized that I had an unusual talent for exploration during a seventh grade math class. Mr. McKinney was explaining numerators and denominators and I was daydreaming about Kyle Lambert. The day before, we’d been playing soccer in P.E. class. I was a shirt, Kyle was a skin, and I’d let him take the ball away from we because I was more interested in the sweat shining on his hard belly. As Mr. McKinney droned on, I thought about how exciting it would be to have a hard body like Kyle’s. I think I was staring at him, but all of a sudden I was blinking at a blurry blackboard from the other side of the room. I learned a couple of things that day, beyond the fact that Kyle needed glasses. It didn’t feel any different to be in someone else’s body. I couldn’t make the body do what I wanted, but I could nudge it in a willing direction. The hair on Kyle’s neck stood up in excitement when I got him to raise his hand and answer a question in class for the first time in his life, correctly too, which meant that I could put words in somebody’s mouth. And when I woke up in the nurse’s office, I realized that whatever I’d done, however I’d done it, took a lot out of me. I’d fallen right out of my chair as soon as Kyle had given the answer. My parents chalked the fainting episode up to puberty, but I learned fast. I knew I couldn’t try that trick again at school. Fortunately, I had Rick. My step-brother was four years older than me. When Rick went out on a Saturday night, I would go to my bedroom to “study.” I’d lie down on the bed, concentrate on Rick, and by the time his car was at the end of the block, I’d be riding along in his head. There weren’t more than about three Saturday nights over the next two years when Rick didn’t get laid. Every time he whipped his dick out, I was in his head, feeling it slide between the legs of some happy cheerleader. Rick/I had so much sex in the backseat of his Camaro that when he finally went off to college, I felt like I’d been deserted, even though we were otherwise pretty indifferent to each other. I worked up a few other tricks to compensate. I’d go to a party, pretend to get drunk and pass out on the couch and then try to find the mind of someone who was about to get it on. This required some adjustments to the old routine. Rick rarely drank. Drunk high school kids were a lot easier to give suggestions to, but I couldn’t do much about their lousy coordination or their occasional inability to perform. I also learned about being puking drunk that way. It was something I avoided. I got off so often in other guy’s minds that when the time came for me to go to college, I was still physically a virgin, even though I figured I’d fucked about 200 girls and been blown by half again as many. I was so caught up in my trick that I never tried to find a direct outlet for my horniness. I was in for a surprise. I ended up in the dorms sharing a room with some pothead who dropped out after five weeks. He hadn’t put a crimp on my activities because he usually crashed wherever he got stoned. The dorms were heaven for me. I would zone out, start thinking about guys in my wing, and soon, any night of the week, I’d find one with a girl. It was the night before Thanksgiving, when most students had gone home for the holiday. I’d stuck around just to show my independence. When I lay down to find my “host” for the evening, I wasn’t sure I’d turn anything up. I figured I’d start with Jeff Ford. Ford was always talking about his sex life, but it always seemed to happen somewhere else. He was around for the long weekend, and I thought maybe he’d be available for once. When I found him, Ford was getting an amazing blow job. He was in his room. All the lights were off and he was leaning back on his bed. A hot mouth was going up and down on his cock, and it was a big one. I settled in to enjoy. Back in my room, I practically levitated off the bed when I felt a finger push into my asshole. I’d been in a couple of guys who liked that done to them, but Ford’s body lit up like a neon sign. He moaned and panted as the finger pushed in deeper. I hadn’t ever felt anything like this before, but Ford obviously had. I tried to find something in Ford’s mind to tell me who this kinky chick was, but all he was thinking about was his asshole and his cock. Then suddenly, the mouth and the finger were both gone and Ford’s legs were up in the air over his head. He was trembling as his ass was licked and kissed. I was so excited myself that it took me a minute to realize that the rough scratchy sensation we were both feeling just below his asshole was the stubble on the chin of a guy. Maybe it was just the excitement that I was getting from Ford, but suddenly, I wanted what I knew was going to come next as much as he did. There was something hard and thick pushing its way into his hole. It hurt, but the anticipation of something amazing was overwhelming. The cock just kept pushing in deeper until finally I felt a body pressed against Ford’s ass. The dick inside was wonderful. It was almost impossible to feel anything else as it began to pump. When Ford finally shot, I blew a load myself. That almost never happened when I was in somebody else’s head, but the whole experience had been amazingly hot. I lost it then and passed out. I woke up about four hour later, the sheet sticking to my belly, pasted down by the huge load of cum I’d poured out. I was still kind of dizzy, but I was also obsessed with what had just happened. I closed my eyes again and went looking for Ford. He must have been asleep–sleepers are very hard to find–but I roamed through the dorm methodically. Finally, I found him in the showers. It was Ted, our resident adviser! He was standing under the spray of hot water, letting it relax him. As I slipped into his mind, I realized that I’d never seen Ted naked. He was tall guy, on the thin side and I’d always thought he was kind of nerdy. But I realized that his body was lean and hard. I urged Ted’s hand down to feel the cock that had felt so good inside Ford. It was halfway hard again, long and skinnier than it had felt in Ford’s ass. It was uncut, something strange to me, but I ran a finger around under the foreskin, feeling the big head. I listened to Ted’s thoughts about Ford and I realized they’d been doing this for weeks. Ted thought about sitting his ass down on Ford’s short thick cock and began to finger his ass. I wrenched myself back to my body and struggled out of bed. I almost fell over as I stood, but I grabbed my towel and lurched out into the hallway. At the far end, I could hear water running in the shower. I tried to run. Ted turned around with a look of surprise on his face as I entered. I was trying so hard to be cool. I thought I might have caught him playing with himself, but the first words out of his mouth were, “Wilson, you look like shit!” I’d forgotten how mind tripping wore me down. I tried to say something casual, but my knees started to buckle and I had to grab the wall. The room spun and I started to sink and then someone was catching me before I hit the floor. I came to back in my room. The lights were on and Ted was sitting beside me. He’d put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt–damn–and he looked worried. “What’s up, Wilson?” he said. “You sick or high?” I mumbled an excuse about a couple of allnighters and Ted frowned. “You don’t smell like beer, your pupils are fine, and you don’t have a fever,” he announced. “But a guy your age should be able to hold up better.” Ted reached over and took my pulse. I remembered he was pre-med, though I figured all he could tell was that I was still alive. I felt like a fool. I tried to sit up, but Ted pushed me back down. “Rest,” he ordered. “I’ll check you in the morning. If you don’t look a-okay, I’m calling your folks.” I groaned, but I was already drifting off again. Ted shook me awake the next morning around eight. “Come on, Wilson,” he said. He was wearing the same clothes and his hair stood up on one side. It was goofy, but I kind of liked it. “Show me you’re not a walking corpse.” I climbed out of bed and was embarrassed to realize I was still naked. My dick was at full attention. I know I turned red. Ted grinned at me, and I turned redder. “Go piss that hard on away and get dressed. You don’t look like death anymore, but you’re still my responsibility. Run a couple of miles with me this morning. We’ll build up your stamina and then maybe I won’t have to ruin your family’s Thanksgiving.” Twenty minutes later I was in my sweats and standing beside Ted on the dorm lawn. I’d never been a real runner, but I followed him through a couple of stretches, admiring his flexibility and wondering how I could take advantage of it. Two miles later all I could think about was making my legs move. Ted was running ahead, circling back, running ahead, calling encouragement. He was friendly about it, but I still felt like an idiot until he led me back to the dorms. “We can shower later,” he told me. “Breakfast only runs till nine today.” I followed him into the nearly empty cafeteria and grabbed a tray behind him. I reached for a couple of doughnuts, but Ted slapped my hand and told me to have oatmeal. I hate oatmeal, but I took some. I groaned inside as Ted steered straight for the only occupied table. Jeff Ford was sitting there with a plate of eggs. Ted put his tray down next to Ford, slapped the guy on the shoulder and sat down. I sat down on the other side of Ted. “Hey, Ford,” Ted said easily. “Getting any?” Ford grinned. “Sweeter and sweeter every time,” he said happily. Ted laughed. “Good man.” I sulked as the two guys talked. I wanted Ford someplace else, preferably a thousand miles away and freezing cold. I winced when Ted started telling him about my episode the night before. I imagined walking him out into traffic on the busy highway that cut across the eastern edge of campus. “Chemistry?” Ford said. “Huh?” I replied, snapping back. “Ted said you were cramming for chemistry. You finished?” “Almost,” I muttered. Actually, I hadn’t had to study for chemistry all term. “Then come by around seven,” Ted said. “I’m helping Ford with his chem mid-terms. We can put in a few hours then rent a movie.” Well, it was something. I didn’t want Ford around, but I didn’t have an excuse to hang around Ted all day. If I played sick again, he’d only call my parents. At seven o’clock that night I was just picking up the chemistry book I hadn’t even cracked open yet when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Ford. “Bad news,” he said. “Ted’s girl is in town and he split to see her.” “Girl?” I said, stupidly. “Yeah,” Ford said sourly. “Who knew?” But he walked on into my room and sat down on the unused bed. “My room’s trashed,” he told me, opening his backpack. “Let’s do this here.” He grinned a little as he pulled out his chem text and followed it with a bottle of Jim Beam. “Study time, then party time. Alright?” I shrugged. If Ted was off-campus, I’d never find him. He could fuck his girl all night for all I cared. I watched Ford as we worked our way through the chapter reviews. He was a short guy, only about 5'7", with dark hair. His t-shirt was old and baggy, and I could almost see through the worn fabric. He had a lot of dark hair on his compact body. I remembered how his cock felt, thick and kind of stubby, and then I was thinking about his asshole– I looked up and Ford was grinning at me. He was holding out the bottle of Jim Beam. “I’ve had enough,” he said slyly. “Enough study. You’ve got this down cold. Have a swig.” I made a show of taking a drink, but only wetted my lips. Ford leaned back on the bed, his legs spread. He was still grinning and I forced myself to look him in the eye instead of letting my gaze wander to his crotch. “How’d you like the run with Ted?” he asked. I said something about not being ready for it. “Yeah, Ted can go a long time. Guy’s got real stamina.” I nodded. “I prefer the gym myself. You should try it. Muscles are good for the sex life.” I started as Ford flexed his pecs and his chest jumped a little. “Guess it works for you,” I said vaguely. “Yeah.” Ford laughed. “Gets me what I need.” “Like Ted?” I said before I thought about it. Ford was standing up instantly. “What was that?” he said. His hands were clenched. It was just a brief visit. I was in Ford’s head, feeling his anger and his fear and his excitement all at the same time. I moved his hand to his crotch and squeezed. Then I was back in my head, looking at him feeling himself. He hadn’t even realized yet what he had done. “Ted’s a stud,” I said softly. Quickly I was in Ford’s mind, remembering for him what it was like to feel Ted’s mouth on his cock. In, then out. I didn’t feel lightheaded or dizzy from these short visits. I was looking at Ford, seeing the hesitation in his face. I think he’d just been playing me, seeing if I would rise to his bait. My knowledge of his secret had shaken him, but he was still interested if confused. “I bet Ted gets what he wants,” I said. I gave Ford a memory of Ted inside him, filling him up. Ford fondled himself again, on his own this time. Reliving those memories was making me hot too. I leaned forward. I saw myself through Ford’ eyes. Thin and lanky, my brown hair falling forward over my forehead, but my eyes looking up hungrily. My lips were parted. “You want this?” Ford hefted his cock through his sweats and I leaned forward to kiss the hard mound under the fabric. I hardly had to do anything mentally after that. Ford was horny and ready. I almost choked on the jizz he blew down my mouth, but lucky for me, he wasn’t one of those guys who blows and goes. He lay down on the bed, pulled me down beside him and started kissing me. Soon his hands were all over my ass and I was raging with excitement. I could feel his dick hard against my belly again. “Go easy,” I panted as he worked a finger inside. “I never...” So he ate me out good and long until I was ready for it. Then he fucked me and it was better than being in his head because he was inside me. I loved his hard body and the hair on his chest and legs and ass. I loved it when he held on to me and when he blew me and kissed me with a mouth full of cum. In the morning I woke with his mouth on my cock and he gave me his ass to lick until it was slick and he could slide down on me and fuck himself, the muscular, hairy guy pumping up and down on my dick. I forgot all about Ted until we went to breakfast. He was alone in the dining room when we walked in, my tray piled high with eggs and bacon. I sat across the table from him and Ford sat down next to me. “Hey guys,” Ted said. He looked at us both for a minute. “How’s it hanging?” I shot him an image of Ford’s cock buried in my mouth. He blinked. “Low and heavy,” Ford said. He’d adopted the usual bluster. “Great man. I slept like a baby.” I replied. I filled Ted’s head with an image of me on my back with Ford fucking himself on my cock. He blinked again. “You guys get some studying in?” “Yeah, we’re cool.” Ford said. “Gonna ace that test now.” Ted wasn’t touching his oatmeal. “How’s your girlfriend?” I asked sweetly. “Uh, fine.” I made Ted recall fingering his ass in the showers. “Get any?” Ford was really helping me out here. “Uh, no,” Ted said. I remembered along with Ted and found him sitting on a barstool, loud music blaring. “Too bad,” I said. “Does running help you burn off that frustrated sex drive?” I felt Ted’s frustration as the memory came to him of a muscular black man bent over his lap in a car. Ted’s hands touched the guy’s ass and was swatted away. Ted just grunted a reply. That afternoon Ford and I had the gym almost to ourselves. It was great working out with him, touching him when no one was looking. He was a little freaked about the risk, but I could tell it excited him. Back in my room we 69'd, then curled up on the bed. “How’d you know about Ted?” he asked me. “A guess,” I lied. “I wasn’t sure until I said it. He’s hot.” “Yeah,” Ford kissed my ear. “But not like you, baby.” It was harder to send Ford an image of something that wasn’t a memory, but he began kissing me more passionately. “I bet he wouldn’t feel as strong inside as you do,” I whispered, knowing Ford was thinking about Ted fucking me. He bit my ear and I squirmed. “Nice legs though,” I murmured, letting Ford imagine Ted bent over sucking my cock with his butt exposed. “Even if I like more hair on them.” “You want him?” Ford asked. “Only with you there too,” I said, kissing him on the mouth. We soon made our plan. About nine that night, Ford splashed some Jim Beam on both of us and poured a little more on the carpet. I made sure the door to my room was unlocked, then popped in a Led Zepplin CD and set the volume on my stereo to max. Ford stood with his back to the door, opened his pants and quickly hauled out his dick. My job was to suck him. It was easy. Ted started pounding on the door in about 3 minutes. I just kept swallowing. I guess Ted was shouting, but I couldn’t hear it. Between Ford’s legs, I saw the door open and recognized Ted’s running shoes. I squeezed Ford’s knee to let him know Ted was there. I guess we thought Ted would just join in. Instead, I felt Ford’s body spin away, leaving me there on my knees with spit on my lips as Ted threw Ford against the closet. He slammed a hand into the stereo. The CD skipped and was silent. Ted’s face was red and he was leaning into Ford and shouting. “You fucking jerkass! What the hell do you think you’re doing!” I was so interested in sex, it never occurred to me that Ted might be jealous. And Ford was just into the sex. He wasn’t hung up on love. Ford twisted away from Ted, but Ted grabbed his t-shirt and pushed him back against the closet, hard. This was getting out of control. I went into Ted’s mind harder than I had ever done before. Sorry, sorry, sorry, I thought. You’re so sorry. Ted’s shoulders slumped as I leapt back to my body. That trip had been a hard one. I knew I couldn’t stand up. Ted let go of Ford’s shirt and held his hands up, out to the sides as Ford cursed at him. “Forget it,” Ted said. “Forget it. You guys wanna fuck around, it’s not my business.” He shook his head. “Fuckin right,” Ford yelled. “You don’t own my cock, Teddy. I dip it where I want, when I want!” “You’re right,” Ted said. He sounded crushed. “You’re right. Do what you want. I’m outta here.” He turned to go, but Ford wasn’t letting up. Ford put himself between Ted and the door. He grabbed his crotch. “I thought you liked this.” Ford challenged. “You liked sucking it the other night.” “Forget it,” Ted said wearily. “Just–“ Ford gave Ted a shove that set the RA stumbling back onto my bed. “Tell me you liked it,” Ford roared. It was all I could do to fill Ted’s head with an image of Ford’s cock in his mouth “Yeah, I did.” Ted whispered. “I liked it.” “Wilson likes it too,” Ford went on. “He likes to suck it. You like to suck it. So where’s the problem?” Ford stepped over to the bed and put his hand on Ted’s head. “Come on, man. Show me how much you like it.” Ted tried to twist away, but as Ford applied his other hand to his hair, he gave in. His lips parted and he swallowed Ford’s dick. I scrambled around on the floor as Ford kept talking. “That’s better. Feels reals good. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” Ted moaned as I placed my hand on his crotch. His dick was hard as I hauled it out of his sweats. I ran my tongue under the foreskin, then Ford pushed my head down all the way and I felt the cock enter my throat. Ford was so charged up that night that he took complete control. I remember lying on my back with Ted on top of me, his back to my chest. My cock was sunk in his asshole and all four of our legs were in the air as Ford fucked me, and then, somehow, wedged his dick into Ted alongside mine. I remember fighting with Ted for the chance to swallow Ford’s cock and Ted’s amazingly long dick inside me, driven in hard and deep as Ford fucked Ted’s ass. We woke up that Saturday morning all three of us hard again. By afternoon, Ford’s stuff was moved into my room and we celebrated, just the two of us with the beds pushed together. On Sunday night, Ted told us about an architecture professor he’d been balling for over a year. The guy came running when Ted invited him over. I think he limped home. And that was how I first began to understand how to use my gift. There were more lessons ahead, but none I remember quite so well.

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