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Jimmy Is My Friend

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I’ve known Jimmy since we were both in high school. He was my best friend. We’re in our early twenties now, and struggling to make it in the city, both of us having moved from our rural neighborhood as soon as we graduated senior year.

And thank god for that. Life in the big city was far more promising, far more accepting, and far more exciting than the lame barnyard dances or Walmart hangouts we were used to.

We even got our own places now. Jimmy lived on the other side of town with his girlfriend, while I got my own crappy one bedroom apartment. Sure it was right in the middle of one of the most crime ridden places in town, but hey, nothing beats being on your own. I worked a full time desk job, while Jimmy worked two jobs, one of them being a waiter at a nearby restaurant.

Since he didn’t have a car yet, he caught the metro from one end of the city to the other, and usually crashed for a couple hours at my place before he started his second shift. That guy was a workhorse, lemme tell you. He was beyond grateful that I lived around here. I even let him sleep in my room, on the bed, to make sure he got the rest he needed.

I wished I could share the bed with him, but that would be too much, even for him.

Alright I admit it. I’m kind of in love with Jimmy. Always have been. He was just...the perfect guy to me. We liked the same things, followed the same bands, played the same games, even had the same tastes in foods. It’s just...he was straight, and I wasn’t. He didn’t care at all that I was gay, in fact, he was proud of having a gay best friend.

But he probably wouldn’t be so proud if he knew how much I lusted after him. How much I’ve jerked off to him. What I wouldn’t give to fuck him in his pert little ass...

But maybe things could change. I was watching some vids on YouTube, when I saw an ad about hypnosis tapes that you played in your sleep. It was some app you downloaded, SleepyHypno, which you could then program with whatever you wanted.

It got the gears in my head spinning. I didn’t give a shit about hypnotizing myself. But I did know someone else that could use a good session. Someone else that slept over three times a week at my place. Someone that I found insanely hot…

First, let me tell you a little more about Jimmy. He’s got dark hair, which he keeps short, and stunning blue eyes with long lashes. Just….hotness personified. Those eyes always drove me crazy. He’s got lips that are pink and plump like a chick’s, but they aren’t feminine; they’re just really sexy and dreamy, like the kind you’d imagine some prince in a fairy tale to have. All his running around on foot between jobs and school kept his figure nice and trim, but then again, he’s always been in shape since I’ve known him. He’s tall, and he’s got a great ass, as I said, and some really sexy feet that I had fantasized about for far too long. I wish he went barefoot more often. The dude had some really nice paws.

I downloaded the hypno app. If it didn’t work (which it probably wouldn’t), then hey, at least I tried. If it did work, then well….thank god I tried, right?

I watched some tutorial vids online, and made my own hypnosis tape. Obviously, I was going to start small. The first thing I did was make a tape about feeling more rejuvenated, easing stress, having a positive mental attitude, that sort of thing.

What? I am Jimmy’s friend, aren’t I? The least I could do was help him with his hectic life. I knew how stressed he could be, and I wanted to make sure I did my part to relieve some of that.

The next part was where all the fun stuff started. I wanted Jimmy to feel comfortable at my place. Like super comfortable. Uncomfortably comfortable, if that made sense.

First, I wanted him to feel so comfortable around me that he wouldn’t mind taking off his shoes. I mean, he did anyways, especially when he napped on my bed, but I also added that he could feel comfortable enough taking his socks off as well. He would have no problem at my place just walking around barefoot whenever he wanted to; in fact, it would make him feel even more relaxed.

He came over the next day, tired as always, already wearing his waiter’s uniform underneath his hoodie jacket.

“Sup bro,” he said, closing the door behind him. He yawned. I could already see the bags under his eyes, poor guy.

“Uh oh. Someone’s about to fall over and knock out.”

“When is that not true?”

“You want something to eat? I got some leftover pizza in the fridge.”

“Nah, thanks bro.” He yawned again. “Just gotta crash for a little bit before I head out. Fuck, I’m tired.”

“Be my guest.”

He took off his jacket, and his shoes, then headed to my room. I heard him flop onto my bed and within minutes, he was snoring away.

I got my phone out and loaded the app. I snuck into the room, feeling nervous, as I placed my phone on the nightstand.

“Listen to the sound of my voice….you are going deep in trance as you sleep….every breath you take makes you go deeper, and deeper…..guided by the sound of my voice….”

Yuck. The sound of my own voice was seriously making me ill. I couldn’t believe I sounded like that! I quickly left the room and had the app play for an hour, about the length of one of Jimmy’s naps. I checked in on him from time to time, and didn’t really notice much difference.

“You will feel so comfortable at Bryan’s house….comfortable enough to walk around barefoot….sleep without socks on….so comfortable….”

I physically cringed as I heard my voice drone on. This was a mistake. I immediately felt stupid. Before I left the room, however, I did notice that Jimmy’s breathing seemed a lot….gentler, I guess you could say? He was usually quite the snorer, but he slept soundly today, as if my words were really pacifying him….or maybe putting him deeper into trance, just like they were designed to.

At least I hoped that’s what my voice was doing to him.

It was time to wake him up. I turned my phone off and shook him awake. He got up, took a piss, and so far, seemed totally normal. We chatted for a bit and he had a drink, before he took off.

And that was the end of that.

A couple days later, Jimmy returned. I felt excited. I wanted to see if my words had any sort of effect.

He didn’t seem greatly fatigued, just….a little fatigued. Hmm. Keep in mind, I did add some parts to the hypno tape that could make him feel more well-rested. I wondered if it worked?

“Holding up, Jimmy?” I said.

“Actually...yeah. For the first time in a while I’ve been feeling a lot more, I dunno, positive lately? My energy has been pretty high these past couple days. I can’t figure out why.”

I did notice that he didn’t have any bags under his eyes today. Maybe it was a start? I was already feeling jittery from excitement.

I watched like a hawk as he took off his jacket, then his Nikes, but he didn’t take his socks off. Lame. He headed to my room, toppled over onto my bed and was out like a light. I peeked inside, and felt disappointed to see his hot, sexy feet still in his ankle socks.

Oh well. Dumb app was dumb, news at eleven. At least it was free. I headed to the bathroom to take a piss, then came out. I had left the room door open and was going to close it, when my heart stopped.

Jimmy was barefoot. His perfect feet were hanging off the edge of my bed while he quietly snored away. His socks were at the foot of the bed. I guess...he had taken them off in his sleep? What?

“Jimmy?” I opened the door further, but was met with gentle snores. My eyes latched onto his perfect size elevens (yeah, I knew his size as we shared shoes sometimes). I couldn’t believe he was actually barefoot, in my bed! I crept closer. Just one look, and then I would be out.

That’s what I thought at least.

I couldn’t stop staring at his perfect feet. I told myself to leave, but then my knees fell to the ground. I could feel my cock rising in my sweatpants. My head wouldn’t stop inching forward. I could smell his feet even, which made my cock even harder. There was a tangy scent in the air, most likely from all the time he had spent on his feet so far. It was delicious.

My hands snatched his socks up, and I plunged them into my face. I took a deep whiff—holy fuck, it was far better than anything I had dreamed up. The aroma made me woozy.

I had never had the courage to do anything to Jimmy while he was asleep. He was my bro, after all.

But the fact that the stupid SleepyHypno app had worked made me feel bold. Confident. Like I could get away with this.

I mean, sure, all he had done so far was take off his socks in his sleep. But what else could I make him do? As long as his normal life was benefiting from these hypno tapes, and as long as he had no recollection of what I was doing to him, where was the harm? In fact, I’d say there was nothing but benefit to be had here. Benefit for Jimmy….and benefit for me.

I touched his feet, and felt like my whole body was overflowing with blood and excitement. I gulped nervously as I held his foot in my hand. I shut my eyes and dove in and sniffed it, and immediately felt another rush of adrenaline. My cock was so hard I almost came right there!

Jimmy was still snoring away gently, yet his foot was in my hand. His foot was in my hand! My hand was trembling as I brought my face closer for another whiff. My lips were quivering as my tongue reached out, and finally, at last, made contact with the ball of his foot. I immediately pulled away. What was I doing? Jimmy didn’t deserve this.

But he was asleep. And possibly hypnotized. Did it even matter? What you don’t know can’t...well, you know the rest.

I reached down again and took another sniff, and this time, a longer lick. The taste was fucking electrifying. I wanted more.

I kept licking. The taste of his feet filled my whole body with joy. So sweaty and intense! The fact that these were real straight boy feet really got me going. I started slurping on his heels. I licked down his steep arches, I sucked on his toes. I didn’t even realize I was jerking myself off. Everything was a blur of pleasure.

I was sucking the ball of his foot when I finally came. I bit gently down onto it and moaned as ropes of jizz exploded from my cock. I looked down and realized I had cum all over the floor, and also all over Jimmy’s socks and sneaks. I mopped up as much as I could with Jimmy’s socks, feeling bad about it the whole time, but I couldn’t deny that it was really hot seeing my own cum inside his Nikes.

I also made a decision. I was going to make another hypno tape.

I quickly got up, which was a little hard due to the wet dick between my legs, and rushed for my phone on the nightstand. I loaded the app up again, and started anew.

This time, I wanted Jimmy to feel so rejuvenated whenever he slept, that he would never have the need to take a nap at my place. Or at least, not as much. We could just...hang out instead. With him being barefoot, of course.

But more than that. I wanted him to feel so comfortable with his feet that he wouldn’t even mind if I gave them a massage. He’d like that even. He wouldn’t even mind if I worshipped them. If I came on them!

This hypno tape was a bit of a longshot, but shit, if the first one worked, then maybe I could get this to work too.

I set the tape, then left the room, but not before giving one last sniff and lick to Jimmy’s feet. I couldn’t wait! I heard my voice again as it filled the room.

“You are deep in trance right now…..going deeper with every breath….you love having Bryan touch your feet….you love having him play with them…..worship them….cum on them….”

“Mmmmm…..cum…..play…..” He mumbled in his sleep.

I closed the door and let the app do its work. I also made sure to enclose a bunch of failsafes into the tape as well. Jimmy wouldn’t remember a thing, obviously. His new behavior would only be triggered with me around, and only me, here at my place. God forbid we ever had a mutual get together with other friends and he started acting like a little foot slut in front of them. I wasn’t trying to ruin the guy.

Time passed. It came time to wake him, and I grabbed my phone before he noticed.

“Thanks bro,” he said as he got up, rubbing his eyes. “Man. That was a good sleep.”

I watched him as he put his socks on without saying a word about it. He didn’t even notice how noticeably moist they were, nor did he notice how sticky his shoes were as he planted his feet back inside. I felt a rush as he stood up, his feet trapped inside those cum-stained socks and shoes. He looked me in the eye, then smiled. “Alright, Bryan. Thanks for the nap, I’m out.”

I saw him off then immediately went and jerked off a second time in the bathroom, the smell and taste of his soles still fresh in my senses. God, I hoped this next tape worked! It was unbearable waiting to see his sexy feet again.

I could hardly stand the wait until Jimmy arrived next. He barely finished knocking on the door before I opened it.

“Whoa. Expecting me, huh?”

“You could say that.”

He raised an eyebrow as he stepped inside.

“How are you feeling today?”

“I’m feeling surprisingly energetic, bro. I don’t even feel tired today!”

There’s a first.” My heart was already racing. I watched as Jimmy took off his hoodie, his shoes….and then his socks. My cock felt like it was going to blast off into space as he walked around barefoot.

“Anyways, you wanna watch a movie or something? My shift starts a little later tonight. Maybe we could watch that comedy on Netflix you were telling me about.”

“Sure. Sounds good.”

“You okay, Bryan? You seem nervous.”

Jimmy’s blue eyes glanced at me with concern, and I felt like I was going to melt from anticipation. I told him everything was fine, then we headed to the couch and started watching TV, my eyes constantly peeking at his sexy bare feet.

We watched the movie, and Jimmy was already laughing. He seemed so much happier since I had been using my tapes on him. We had talked a few times on the phone recently, and his mood seemed greatly improved. He seemed to be in high spirits. I was glad about that.

But I was also glad that I was this close to finally getting my wish of fucking Jimmy’s feet. He kept crossing his feet, and flexing his toes, as well as tapping them on the floor. It was like he was waiting for me to take them into my hands, waiting for me to introduce them to their eventual destiny—which was to get fucked by my hard ass dick! I had to cover my lap with a cushion so he didn’t see the huge boner I was hiding.

Problem was, I couldn’t just ask him to let me touch his feet. I had to be patient. Fortunately,I didn’t have to wait too long.

“Hey, could I ask you something?” Jimmy said, his face still smiling at the TV.

“What is it?”

He plopped his bare feet right onto my lap, and I sucked my breath in so hard I almost gave myself a brain aneurysm.

“Give my feet a rub, yeah?”

He laughed as another joke appeared on screen. I couldn’t believe it. He was so casual about it. Unbothered. He didn’t even care that my rock hard cock was writhing around like a snake stuffed in a sock, right beneath his bare heels. He didn’t care how gay this was, or how completely out of character it was for him. It was like….

It was like all my mental conditioning actually worked. It really fucking worked.

So I started massaging his feet. I pressed my thumbs into his steep arches again, happy to be reacquainted with them. My breathing became ragged while my cock throbbed like it was going to fall off. Oh god, was it good! Every stroke and rub against his soles sent waves of pleasure throughout my body, filling me with joy and physical excitement. I was leaking right through my pajama pants.

I started fingering his toes, taking my time exploring them. I spread them out, compared their lengths, and stroked them individually. They were longer than I realized, and my mouth was salivating. Jimmy giggled.

“Sorry,” I said.

“For what? Seriously, are you not watching the same movie I am? I haven’t heard you laugh once. This is totally up your alley.”

I smiled. I knew the movie was funny, but I couldn’t focus on that with such perfect feet in my lap. Even better, my best friend was seriously mindfucked! I felt a little bad, yet at the same time, how could I when this all felt so wonderful. I raised his feet and placed my face in them, testing his limits, and it didn’t bother him a single bit. That was when the tongue came out.

My tongue returned, but this time with a vengeance. I worshipped his soles slavishly as if there were no tomorrow. I hounded after his toes, licked up and down his soft soles, and rubbed my face all over any surface I could find. I moaned happily, only stopping when Jimmy told me to shut it, as I was interrupting his movie. Whoops. Never mind the fact that his toes were stuffed in my mouth or that my tongue was flicking away at the balls of his feet. Nope, that wasn’t a problem at all.

In the meantime, the wet spot in my sweats kept growing. I let my cock out, half expecting Jimmy to chastise me.

And did he? Of course not. He was still enjoying the stupid movie on the TV, while I was enjoying his tasty size elevens.

I placed my cock between his feet, and started rubbing it all over his soles. My precum made it even easier, wetting his skin and allowing my cock to slide right over it. I winced and hissed (earning Jimmy’s annoyance even more, as I was distracting him), but my body was far too amped up to care. I started fucking his feet as hard as I could, sucking my lips in as my cock hardened like stone. It was fucking amazing.

Before I knew it, I was blasting my load all over his feet, coating them with jizz, practically crying and whimpering from how ecstatic it felt. Jimmy giggled again, almost convincing me that he enjoyed it, but it had nothing to do with me. Seriously, maybe I should have paid more attention to that movie. Jimmy couldn’t care less about the cum on his feet.

I spent my remaining time smearing my wet cock and its milk all over Jimmy’s soles, making his toes sticky, massaging my gunk into his arches; hell, I even licked some of the stuff right off! I only let them go when the movie was done. He headed to the front door, leaving sticky footprints on my floor, which would probably be a real bitch to clean up later.

“Great movie.”

“Yeah, seemed like you enjoyed it.”

“It really cheered me up. I’m gonna need it for this next shift. Thanks, Bryan.” I watched as he put his socks back on, ignoring the sticky cum on his feet, then placed his shoes back on.

“No, thank you Jimmy.”

“For what?” He gazed at me with his blue eyes earnestly, genuinely clueless to the pleasure his tasty feet had given me. I wanted to give him a hug….as well as fuck him right on the spot.

“Oh….nothing. See you next week!”

He left and I put my back against the door and slid to the ground. I couldn’t believe it. I could still smell his feet, taste them on the tip of my tongue, even feel them on my cock! That was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced.

But it got even better. As the days passed, Jimmy took more naps at my place with my hypno tapes at his side. He continued to show up barefoot, and still had no problem letting me play with his feet. I had fucked them several times since that initial night, as well as worshipped them from various angles. I spent time underneath his feet while he watched a game on TV, as well as fucked his feet while he laid on his stomach (while texting his girlfriend, the irony), and even worshipped his feet under the table while he ate the dinner that I cooked for him.

There was a time when he took a nap, and made sure that I fucked his feet while he was sleeping too! I took great pleasure in that, for sure. It was almost like he couldn’t leave my place without having my jizz on his feet. In fact, he even admitted that he enjoyed hanging out with me more than his girlfriend.

But now I was feeling greedy. His feet were amazing….but what about that ass of his? The next time he fell asleep, I already had another tape ready to go.

This time, I wanted to emphasize just how much Jimmy wanted to be fucked in the ass whenever he came to my place. By me, of course. He couldn’t get the thought out of his mind as soon as he stepped through my door. He just knew that I was the only one that could satisfy his strange urges. And he would have no qualms about that. We were friends after all, right?

Like with the feet stuff, he would also have no memory of whatever we had done, and it would only be between him and I. The whole thing was foolproof.

I set the tape on the nightstand as he napped, and worshipped his sleeping feet in the meantime. I loved crossing his feet at the ankles when he as asleep. It was even better when I rubbed my cock on them and loaded my jizz onto them as well. The way they dripped down his toes and arches as he slept peacefully was simply beautiful, and tonight was a repeat performance.

It made listening to my voice actually bearable.

“You want to be fucked in the ass by Bryan….this desire increases with every breath you take…each breath in intensifies your desires to have your ass fucked….each breath out releases any resistance you might have to having your ass fucked….”

“Want to be fucked….Bryan….mmmm…..Bryan…..” Jimmy said in his sleep. I giggled as my tongue painted Jimmy’s soles.

He finished his nap, we said our goodbyes, and then all I had to do was wait once more.

It was a little while before I saw Jimmy again. He went on a holiday with his girlfriend for a couple weeks, which was unexpected, but I guess he had been feeling so good about everything that he wanted to take some time off, enjoy life a little. Good for him. Obviously, my tapes were helping him.

But I couldn’t help but feel worried that maybe his time away from me would weaken his conditioning. I was missing him already.

He was finally back from his vacation and back to his old work schedule, which meant he would start coming over again. I was very happy to see him when he came back. I even gave him a hug.

“Nice to see you too buddy.” He gave me a little souvenir, which I was delighted about, and I was even more delighted when he took off his socks and shoes again, just like always. It seemed like my conditioning was still intact!

“You ready for your nap, bro?”

“Actually, no. There was something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Oh god. Here it comes! I was beyond excited.

“I know you’re gay and all, but have you ever considered…..damn, this is so weird. Am I gay for asking this? No. There’s no way I’m gay.”

“You can tell me. I’m your friend, Jimmy, I promise I won’t judge you.”

“Would you be cool, like, fucking me in the ass today? I know it sounds weird, but I just can’t help myself. I really want to get something stuck up there. You’re the only person I’d ever tell this to. I wouldn’t even dare bring this up to Laura, she’d post it all over her snap or something.”

My lips slowly curled into a smile. “Say no more.” My dick was already hard. My body was ready.

He thanked me profusely, as if I was the one doing him a favor! That fucking app was a miracle.

We got undressed in my room, and Jimmy laughed at my boner. I couldn’t stop staring at his own cock, which was pretty damn big. He looked even better naked. Toned up, totally hot, and completely, totally ready to get fucked. His little bubble butt had never looked better. I gave it a couple slaps, which bothered Jimmy, until I told him it was all part of him making him ‘open up’. Poor guy actually believed me.

I had him lie on his back on the bed and pulled his legs up, exposing his cherry, which had me salivating.

“Oh shit...this is so weird, bro!” he said with a laugh.

“Just trust me, alright?” I prepped the both of us, and before I got to work, I asked him if he was sure about this.

“Oh yeah,” he said, without even flinching. “Fuck me in the ass, please. It's driving me nuts, bro. I don’t...I don’t know why. But it was all I could think about when I was on vacation. Wild, huh?”

Oh Jimmy. Poor, sweet, innocent straight boy Jimmy.

I climbed onto the bed, and before I knew it, the bed was creaking beneath us as I fucked his tight little hole hard and good. Oh god, it was such a trip! Seeing his handsome face, the same one I had longed after all these years, panting and flushed with color, sweating and breathing raggedly as I fucked him senseless, was having me feel mindfucked!

His eyes rolled up, his pretty lashes fluttering, and his cock was as hard as mine. We fucked like desperate lovers on my shitty old bed. I grabbed one of his wavering feet and held it to my face, amplifying the pleasure that came from fucking his extremely tight pinhole. I absolutely loved the painful moans and whimpers he made as I fucked him, showing me a vulnerable side that was completely new to me. So this is what the guy sounded like in the sack huh? It drove me up the wall, it was so hot.

The smell and taste of his delicious feet drugged my senses, as his warm insides opened up to my hungry cock. Time seemed to stand still as I finally blew a rocket load of jizz right up his bumhole. He shouted as the force caused himself to cum as well, all over his hard torso, his abs splattered. I pulled out, grinning as my jizz bubbled out of his hole, then fell on top of him, sweating and exhausted. We both panted as we looked each other in the face.

I went in for the kiss, but he stopped me.

“Whoa, bro, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I felt a little taken aback.

“I’m not gay, hello?”

My shocked face slowly turned into a smile. I laughed. I laughed and laughed and laughed until I rolled off the bed. Jimmy wondered what the hell was wrong with me, but I laughed that off too. Despite the fact he was so mindfucked, he was still the same old Jimmy.

He showered up before going to work, and as soon as he left, I started making my next tape.

Slowly, little by little, I conditioned Jimmy to become more and more accustomed to me. We started off with feet, then his ass, but soon I had his cock in my mouth. We had makeout sessions, followed by mutual worship sessions, and yes, within several months time, Jimmy started fucking me in my ass too, worshipping my feet, lusting after my body.

We essentially became secret lovers, that only existed in my apartment, yet outside of that, he was still with his girl, and we were still just best friends. He forgot about everything whenever he left my apartment door.

Only I knew of our secret relationship, and that was good enough for me...and him. Not bad for a couple of boys from the country. Jimmy was my friend, sure—but he was also my mindfucked, straight boy lover. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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