I was on a civilian flight: no Mac flights, you know Space Available on military flights for military personnel. I was going on leave to Mazatlan, a place in Mexico where the cruise ships pull in plenty. I’d heard good things about it from a buddy of mine, heard the chicks were primed and ready for action. And being all of 22 at the time, with enough leave saved up to do something fun without sweating getting back to the ship, for once I wasn’t going to head back to the family. I was a man now, and allowed to take vacations wherever the fuck I felt like, right?

I had arranged a fairly nice hotel, being underway doesn’t give you a chance to spend a whole lot of cash, so might as well blow it in port right? I was looking forward to laying out in the sun all day drinking beer, swimming in the pool and chasing hotties all night. Lush chicks with large breasts, fake or real I’m not picky, tight asses and muscular thighs. There were casinos and bars all over the town.

It wasn’t a crowded flight, so the attendants were laughing and joking with the crew. It made the long flight go rather quickly. Sadly most of the attendants were male, no chance was there to join the Mile High Club with a lovely stewardess, but they were pretty cool. One of them hooked me up with a bunch of free drinks, which is a quality I always like in a guy.

It turns out they were staying overnight in the same hotel I was, so we made plans to go out clubbing together and to meet by the pool. I figured it’d be good to know some people to hang out with, long as they didn’t try and take me out to some gay club. I know that flight attendants, the male ones are usually gay, but I don’t sweat that shit, I’m not as prejudiced like the guys in the unit. Just so long as they don’t rub it in my face, or try to stick something in me, we can be cool.

I was pretty buzzed so towards the end of the flight I crashed out, and didn’t wake up till we finished taxi-ing along the runway. I figure I was sober by the time I hit the parking lot with my luggage, and there was a shuttle to take me right to the hotel.

It was pretty late, 3 in the morning, hell red eyes are cheaper, that I just racked out. Didn’t wake up until noon the next day.

Nothing like waking at the crack of noon, being in the military don’t leave you much chance to sleep in. I went down to the pool, swam some laps and lay down in the lounge chairs. I was reading, soaking in the sun when one of the flight attendants came out. He asked if I wanted to head to the ocean with him, he knew a good spot for some bodyboarding, and he could get ahold of a surfboard if I wanted to surf. It sounded cool to me, I’ve never surfed but always wanted to learn. So he borrowed one from his buddies, and arranged to rent a car. At the time, everything was available for cheap in Mexico. So we headed out to the beach.

He showed me how to surf, how to gage the waves, pick the right one. How to paddle out and balance on the board. I got knocked on my ass a lot by the waves, but that was fun too. I got fairly decent after a couple of hours, but I was totally wiped out.

So I didn’t mind when he suggested we just lay on the sand for awhile. Then he asked if I wanted to put some suntan lotion on my back, so I said sure. It creeped me out a little, but I didn’t want to be totally fucking sunburned and ruin my trip, so I let him rub it on. It was actually really relaxing, just laying there and letting someone pamper me. He had really soft hands, and to tell the truth I got a little turned on. He took his time applying it, kind of turning it into a back rub. While it was a little weird, it also felt really good. I had lots of knots, and couldn’t bring myself to tell him to stop. I just soaked up the back rub and let myself relax.

Then he brought me out of a daze I’d fallen into, telling me to rub the lotion on him now. That seemed only fair, so I started rubbing the lotion on his back. His skin was really smooth, not just his hands like I said earlier, but his whole body. His back was warm and soft, very feminine. His whole body was like that, he was tall and thin, but he carried himself like a girl. His face was also really femine, soft cheek bones and smile. It made it easier to rub the suntan lotion on, thinking of doing it to a girl who looked like he did. I found myself giving in to the fantasy, pretending he was a girl. I started rubbing the lotion over his ass, which was hard and muscular like a guys, but very soft and smooth like a girls.

I found I was really enjoying touching him. I was breathing a little heavy. He kept telling me encouraging words, that I was making him feel really good. That I was such a good friend to help him out like this and that I should feel really good about that. And that I should feel so relaxed and comfortable since we were such good friends now. Good friends that could trust each other. And when he said it I did feel relaxed. I trusted him and wanted him to feel good.

I started to work the lotion onto his cock. I’m not sure why, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. It was the wierdest thing, the same motions I use to pleasure myself, only touching someone else. It almost felt like I was touching myself, I got just as aroused touching him. I felt it in my cock, everything my hand was doing to him. I started to stroke him faster and he rested his head against my chest. He rolled his head towards me and I kissed him, it was nothing like I imagined it would be. His chest, flat and hard yet with such soft skin against my own muscular chest. I kissed his nipples, savoring the taste of him.

I was incredibly turned on now. He put his hand behind my head and guided it to his cock, it turned me on even more. I felt trapped and under his control, and somehow I loved it. I took his cock in my mouth, I don’t know why I didn’t gag. But I took it in, and sucked it. The salty taste was amazing, I wanted more. I licked it along the underside and felt him twich, heard him moan.

I started stroking it with my hand as I moved my mouth over it, simulating the motion of a cock penetrating a vagina. Knowing how good that would make him feel. I kept sucking, sucking and licking. It was similar to going down on a girl, only for some reason this felt even better. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but it felt right. Then suddenly he moaned and I knew he was going to come. In my fucking mouth. I tried to pull away but his hand held the back of my head tight. The salty, bitter fluid filled my mouth. I ripped my head away from his cock and spit the acrimonious fluid out. I glared at him.

“What the fuck was that you piece of shit?” I was angry and the strange desires were gone. It was like waking from a spell. “How the hell did you get me to go down on you? What the fuck did you do to me?”

He just smiled his dazzling white smile. “I hypnotized you. It was actually really easy, when I was rubbing the sun tan lotion on your back. Of course it helped that I prepped you a little bit on the flight. After you got drunk, do you remember how relaxed you felt? Do you remember us talking, just me and you? I bet you remember that much, though probably not what we talked about, right?”

I nodded, it was true. I didn’t remember what we talked about, I had just chalked it up to being drunk and tired. Still it didn’t matter.

“That doesn’t matter what I remember. And what the fuck do you mean you hypnotized me? There’s no such thing as hypnosis. Everyone knows that.”

“On the contrary, hypnoisis is an extremely powerful persuasive tool. You can persuade people to not feel pain, to strip naked in front of strangers, to go down on another guy even though they’re reasonably straight. Right?”

“Fuck you!”

“It’s funny, but you have to work at being angry at me don’t you. Even now, while you’re so upset about my coming in your mouth, it’s hard to be angry. You’d really just like to relax and listen to my voice. I bet you’d even like for me to touch you, to run my fingers lightly over your arms, chest and face. That would feel so nice wouldn’t it, to let me touch you and caress you. Soothe you with my flesh and voice.”

“Fuck no. I don’t want you to ever touch me again. Except maybe your face against my fists.” I moved towards him, I was gonna beat the shit out of this fucker. He let me grab him, not resisting. I dug my thumbs into his biceps and saw him wince in pain.

“Oooh” he said “I like it rough.”

Disgusted I let go. Then he moved forward and ran his fingers lightly over my chest. I grabbed his arms but he kept caressing. It felt really good, I let go. Then he just ran his fingers over my arms, so lightly, I started to feel dizzy. He kept talking, but I wasn’t really paying attention.

Next thing I remembered was waking in my hotel room. I was alone and my clothes were in pile by the bed. Only thing was my sheets were wet. I was pissed, I don’t know what he did to me. I went by the front desk and asked for his room #, but he’d already checked out. I thought about making a complaint to the airline, but that would mean explaining what happened, and that was the last thing I ever wanted to do. So I just threw myself into the club scene and scored as many girls as I could, going down on everyone of them, trying to get the taste out of my mouth...

Years passed and I’d just about forgotten about it. I was dating a girl I’d loved, out of the miliary with a lucrative job in sales. I got to travel a lot, which was nice, though it meant being away from the girl friend a lot, which sucked. The client I was entetaigning, trying to line up a lucrative account for the company and of course my commission wanted to go to a gay club. I don’t know if he was gay, or just a perv but he tried to sell me on, saying we would see all these lesbians making out.

Well the customer is always right until you make the sale, so I went along with it. We went to a club in San Diego, I don’t know the name of it, the Take it Up the Ass club for all I know.

Well, we hung out at the club, got a booth and drank and watched the freaks. There were a few lesbians, some were even cute, and it was fun to watch the couples make out. There were unfortunately also a lot of guys making out. I tried to ignore it, and focused on making my sales pitch to the guy. He was in a good mood, apparently something about the place did it for him. He even agreed to sign a contract with my company. I had it with me so I got his name on the dotted line, even if he signed it a little crooked, and needed three tries to get the pen to the correct paper. That’s all right, we’ve got a saying in the department, if he ain’t drunk it ain’t a deal.

Deed done, I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I started making noises about how tired I was, and what a long flight I had the next day. It took awhile for him to get the message, but finally he said okay, let’s call it a night.

Then I saw this guy dancing on the fucking bar. Fucking pretty boy’s acting like they own the goddam place. Then I saw the face. Holy fucking shit, years dropped away, and this gen x hipster, was the so feminine 19 year old boy that I’d gone down on.

I was as angry as I’d been there on the beach. “You little weasely fuck!” I charged towards the fudgepacker. I grabbed him by the arms and lifted him over my head and threw him down on the dance floor. “I’m gonna kick the shit out of you, and then when I’m finished I’m going to do it all over again. You’re gonna be the ugliest ex pretty boy this towns ever seen.”

I put my knee on his chest and threw a hard right hand across his jaw. Blood welled from where I cut his lip.

“Ish that right” he lisped around his swollen tongue “shlut.”

“Of coursshhhe” I slurred. It was suddenly hard to talk. I felt dizzy, couldn’t even lift my hand to hit him again.

“Are you sshure, shlut?”

Now I couldn’t even nod my head, my eyes were closing. I felt so heavy, like I was drunk to the point of passing out. But I hadn’t even drunk near my limit.

I felt his fingers sliding over my cock, it felt incredible. Even my girlfriend couldn’t make me aroused this quickly. It was like he knew exactly how I liked to be touched.

“You’re so turned on aren’t you?”

I could only nod agreement.

“You want me, badly?”

I nodded again. He pulled me down on top of him, we were dry humping on the dance floor, him beneath me.

I felt someone try and pull me off him, heard him say “everything was cool” and the hand stopped pulling at me. It was hard to pay attention, all I wanted was for him to keep caressing my cock.

He kissed me hard, his mouth reeking of booze. For some reason that turned me on. Still holding my cock he led me to his car. He drove and guided my head to his cock. I sucked it while he drove, hating myself but needing the taste and feel of it. He kept a stream of patter up, soothing and encouraging words that part of me knew was deepening my hypnotic trance.

Once again I awoke in my hotel room, naked with damp sheets swirled around me. Only this time there was a note, a phone # and a few brief words.

Call me, Slut.

I wondered if I would.