The hypnosis show me and some buddies went to a few weeks ago was pretty fun. A few of us had been called up on stage and while it didn't appear to work on a few invited volunteers, it had certainly worked on Mike.
His instruction was pretty simple: to be incredibly gullible. The hypnotist lady had then gotten him into a number of funny situations by proving just how gullible he was. He had offered a bunch of money to random members of the audience since it was obviously illegal to have more than $2 in your wallet at any time. He talked like a baby to anyone who claimed they were a parent because that was the polite thing to do. And lastly, he had taken off his jeans because the hypnotist thought they were on fire!
The show wasn't x-rated or anything, so it stopped there, but it was pretty funny to see Mike hopping around on stage in his boxer briefs and polo. The audience's wolf whistles agreed. Before a heckler's shout of "I think your underwear's on fire too!" she had put him back under.
It wasn't until a few days later that it became apparent to me that Mike was still under this 'gullible' command. We had been hanging out just the two of us and watching the Packers v. Steelers game and he was going on and on about how Roethlisberger was going to wipe the field with my team. I jokingly said something like "since you're clearly in love with him, a good luck kiss might go a long way."
He somewhat seriously asked me, "you think so?" I figured we were still just razzing each other and so I responded, "Oh for sure. If you plant a big one on the TV when he's on screen I'm positive that'll make sure the Steelers win."
Mike just sat there with a curious face as we continued to watch the game. I thought it was just a weird interaction until the camera zoomed in on Roethlisberger between downs. Mike nearly sprinted to the TV and kissed the image of Ben. "Good luck Ben!" he said, somewhat seductively.
I burst out laughing thinking he was still just trying to be funny. He looked back at me and said, "we'll see who's laughing at the end of the game."
I rolled my eyes and got us another round of beers, but these bizarre actions continued. All through the game anytime Ben was shown on screen, Mike would run up and kiss the TV. Luckily we were at his place so I didn't care about the lip marks and saliva streaks on the screen but I was flabbergasted. What the fuck was wrong with him?
And then I remembered the hypnotist.
It clicked that Mike was clearly still under the command she had given him. I wasn't sure what to do about it though. I remembered the bar she had performed at so maybe I could call them to get in contact with her and have her reverse this thing.
Then the Steelers scored and he gloated to me that my team was gonna lose because I didn't have as much team spirit and loyalty like he did.
"You haven't kissed Rodgers once and you call yourself a fan? You should be ashamed."
Really, Mike? That's how you're gonna act?
"Well at least I'm not kissing him wrong unlike you. What you're doing is far more disrespectful. I bet they lose the game since you're doing it so wrong."
Mike looked worried, "what do you mean?"
"Everyone knows you don't fucking kiss the quarterback like it's your grandma or something. I haven't seen tongue once this whole game. And your silent ass kiss is probably gonna make him miss every throw from this point on."
Mike was wide eyed. I wagered that in his warped mind now he thought HE would be responsible if they lost. He looked to the TV in terror. Serendipitously, he actually did botch the pass in the next play. Honestly it was more good defense from the Packers end and less-so a poor throw from Roethlisberger but to Mike, that was the confirmation he needed.
The camera zoomed in on Ben cursing inaudibly and Mike went to work. He was fucking making out with the screen, tongue and all, and moaning a ton. He even ran one of his hands up the screen like he was caressing the dude.
I was filled with mixed emotions. I felt bad that I was taking advantage of the situation, I felt ecstatic because this shit was hilarious and I couldn't wait to tell the guys, and, scarily, I felt turned on watching him make out with 2D Ben Roethlisberger and moaning louder and louder.
The tent in my gym shorts told me I was feeling the third emotion more than anything else.
We were close to the end of the game and I wasn't pleased that the Packers had lost but for the first time in my life I didn't care. The day had made a turn and seeing Mike in this way was a treat I didn't know I wanted.
He continued to berate me for not caring about the Packers as much as he cared about the Steelers which was an argument I let him win. I was still a bit in a state of shock.
I finished my beer and needed to get home. As I was getting ready to leave, I decided to try something. It was dumb, but at that point I was still thinking with the hard dick in my shorts.
"Alright, Mike, I need to head out."
"Sounds good Matt. Sorry, I made your team lose. Not!"
I rolled my eyes again, "yeah, well maybe next time I'll try my own good luck charm."
He raised his eyes, "What's that!?"
"Well I'm not going to give you any secrets to let your team keep winning against mine."
"Ah, fuck you Matt. We'll win no matter what."
"Sure, sure. Anyway, should we do the kiss now?"
He looked at me confused and took a step back. "The what now?"
"You know, the goodbye kiss."
He still looked at me like I was crazy. I started to get nervous but doubled down, hoping it would work.
"When two friends watch a game together, they have to kiss after it's over to show there's no hard feelings. Have you honestly never heard of that rule?"
He shook his head, "No I... I guess I haven't. I'm sorry, Matt."
"Shit, I hope you haven't pissed off any of your other friends."
I could see panic in his eyes as he thought through how many times he had botched this gentleman's rule before.
"It's probably fine, Mike," I assured him. "You didn't know. I'm sure no harm done."
"Fuck. I hope so." He looked up at me, "Well I won't fuck up from now on, that's for sure!"
He walked up to me and kissed me.
It was so quick and I was on cloud nine with the realization that it had worked that I just stood there for a second.
He looked at me curiously and asked, "We good?"
I blinked away my shock to continue the game, "Is that how you kissed Roethlisberger? I thought we were actually friends, dude."
"Oh, shit sorry!"
I didn't even need to coach him on what I wanted. He leaned back in and planted his lips on mine but this time, began to invade my mouth with his tongue. As he did he rubbed my back and began to moan. This time, I kissed back.
My arms also stroked up and down the small of his back and I even risked a single rub down onto his butt. Man, was it hot. If he felt my boner pressing up against his thigh, Mike didn't say anything.
We kissed hot and heavy like this for a good 30 seconds before he broke away.
"Sorry, Matt. I'll be sure to give a proper kiss moving forward."
"Yeah... Yeah."
I was at a loss for words.
I should leave.
I should.
I didn't.
I'm not sure why it came to mind but I was running on autopilot at this stage controlled entirely by the dick in my shorts. I wouldn't identify as gay or really even bi, but I had been curious for a bit what it would be like to be with another guy. Mostly like a morbid curiosity or something, but now that there was a real opportunity on the table, with someone I trusted and who was pretty freaking hot, I couldn't resist the temptation to get it out of my system.
"Oh fuck, dude."
I looked down at my phone as I exclaimed that.