Transformed Chapter 24
As I walked into the school building on Monday morning, people I barely knew nodded at me and called out, "Hey, Alex."
I nodded back and smiled. Walking down the hall, more people greeted me. Guys gave me the bro nod, while girls smiled in a flirty way. I acknowledge them as I made my way through the school.
As I walked, I was struck by how much my life had changed in the past year or so. When I started middle school, I was a socially awkward, brainy nerd with no athletic ability and not many friends beyond Robby, and even that friendship had become distant. Now I was an athlete with a muscular body, self-confidence, and charm, even better at school than I had been before, and no longer a social outsider. It wasn't just that I had lots of friends now, it's that people I didn't even know knew who I was. In middle school, I had been overlooked and inconspicuous, and I was still adjusting to being popular now.
I had woken up that morning with energy still coursing through my body, though it was somewhat less than the day before. My ass was aching to be fucked and I had a deep longing to take more loads, since I'd only been fucked once yesterday, by Robby. I hadn't had time to jerk off before heading to school, so by the time I arrived, my horniness was growing and the need for cock was becoming more intense.
I went to my locker to get my books then went to the office to wait for morning announcements. Mrs. Ellis, the school secretary, looked at me with a questioning look on her face.
"I'm here to make an announcement for student council."
"Ah, okay," she nodded and smiled. She was a rather frumpy older woman. I knew that she had a reputation for being rather stern, but this was my first time encountering her, and she seemed pleasant enough.
As the bell rang to mark the beginning of the day, Mr. Lancaster, the principal, came out of his office, and Chapman Hawthorn came walking unhurriedly in from the hallway.
"Good morning, Mrs. Ellis," he said. "You're looking beautiful as always."
She blushed and said good morning to him.
"Good morning, Mr. Lancaster," he said to the principal. Chapman's voice oozed with charm that seemed obviously insincere to me, but the adults seemed to eat it up.
He nodded at me with a questioning look. "Alex, good to see you. What brings you here?"
Mr. Lancaster finally noticed me and looked surprised at my presence as well.
"I'm making an announcement about the clothing drive," I told them. "For student council."
"Of course," he said, as though he had known, though I had not mentioned it when we spoke briefly at the Friday night party. He was so smooth it was almost scary. I was impressed that he remembered my name after our brief conversation on Friday night.
I wanted to try to use this opportunity to get Chapman interested in me, so I sent him a small burst of my energy, but it seemed to have no impact. As Mrs. Ellis turned on the PA system, I thought that I should wait a bit and not distract him.
Mr. Lancaster stepped up to the mic.
"Good morning Lincoln High!" the principal began in his usual up-beat tone. "Welcome to another exciting week! Here's your student council president, Chapman Hawthorne."
Mr. Lancaster stepped back, and Chapman took his place.
"Good morning Tigers," he said, referring to our mascot. "The prom committee is meeting right after school today in Room 212B."
He made a couple of other announcements, mostly about Spirit Week the following week.
"And now an announcement about the clothing drive from Alex... Alex..." he paused.
"Thompson," I whispered.
"Alex Thompson."
"Good morning," I started, and then I read a short paragraph I'd been given by one of the girls on the committee about the clothing drive, telling students when and where they could drop of their "lightly used" clothing and where the clothes would be donated. A year ago, I would have felt awkward and nervous and would probably have stumbled over my words, but I had absorbed so much self-confidence from all of the loads from athletes and probably the ability to perform from my actor friend, Allen. "Thank you," I concluded.
As Chapman stepped back up to the mic, I decided now was the time.
"Thank you, Alex," he said. I hit him with my strongest wave of energy, but it seemed to have no effect. He just went on with his conclusion to the morning announcements, without stumbling. I sent my energy at him again, but it still seemed to do nothing.
When he had finished and Mrs. Ellis turned off the PA, I walked out of the office with Chapman.
"Good job, Alex," he told me. I looked at him and completely let my walls down. He just smiled at me smoothly and moved away.
"We'll see you around," he said and walked on down the hall. I shot one more wave of energy at him, but he seemed oblivious.
Well, fuck! I thought to myself. I walked to class thinking about what I might be doing wrong with him.
I had made the decision after my discussion with Robby the day before that I needed to cut back on my fooling around, because of what the excess of sex was doing to my mind and my body. But all morning on Monday, I felt like a junkie in need of his next fix. I was agitated and fidgety. I could not sit still in my classes and had trouble concentrating. At lunch time, as we were finishing our meals in the cafeteria, Allen gave me the look that meant he wanted to go off and play, and I shot out of my chair as quickly as I could and bolted down the hall in the direction of the dressing room.
"Hold on there, Mary! Wait up for me!" Allen called after me as he rushed to keep up. "What's got you all excited?"
"Just extra horny," I said.
We stepped into the dressing room, and I was all over Allen before he'd even shut and locked the door. I pulled him into a passionate kiss and grabbed his cock which was only now getting hard.
"When was the last time you got off?" he asked.
"That's not the problem," I told him. "I'm just horny again."
"You're perpetually horny, dear," Allen said. "But I can help with that."
We quickly undressed, making out as we pulled off articles of clothing, then Allen got down on his knees and took my cock in his mouth as I leaned back against a dressing table. I stroked his hair as he worked on my cock.
"I want you to fuck me now," I told him.
"Happy to oblige!" he said.
I turned around and bent forward. He spit on his cock, rubbed the spit around as lube, then pushed the head against my hole and popped inside. He swiftly pushed in until his bush was against my ass, then he started pumping in and out. I squeezed his cock tightly, and it wasn't long before he was unloading deep in my guts.
The load of cum entering me immediately spread both energy and calm through me, like a man dying of thirst getting a drink of water. I sighed and felt myself relax.
"My turn," Allen said, and made me switch places. I bent him over and slid my cock inside and started a nice slow dicking down. His hole felt nice, and in my newly relaxed state, I could appreciate how it was nice to top occasionally, even though I really preferred to bottom. I shot my load into Allen with a grunt.
"Thank you, dear," he said. Then we got dressed and headed out to class just as the bell rang indicating the end of the lunch period. I was feeling considerably better, having gotten my daily fix of cum.
When I got to soccer practice that afternoon after school, I found the locker room unusually tense. The guys who were ordinarily loud and joking around were getting dressed in an awkward silence.
I took a locker next to Jamal.
"What the fuck is going on?" I asked.
"You know," he said in a quiet voice, "It was a bit weird on Saturday for most of the guys."
"They've never fooled around before?" I asked in a loud voice. "You guys have never had fun before, Lukas?" I asked. Lukas was at the end of the line of lockers.
"Well not in the showers!" Lukas replied, and a few people chuckled.
"And not with the opposing team!" Hassan called out. A few more guys laughed.
Keillor poked his head around from the next row of lockers. "You're an animal, Thompson!" he said. "I can't believe how wild you were on Saturday!"
"What can I say?" I shrugged. "I like to have fun!"
"Who are you to talk, Keillor? You seemed to've enjoyed yourself a lot too!" someone goaded him.
The ice was now broken, and the room soon returned to its usual cacophony of loud voices, shouting and joking.
"I didn't know you liked cock, Jamal," one of the guys who hadn't participated in the fun noted. Jack had been in the showers when all of the excitement started but left before things got really wild. His tone did not sound as though he were judging Jamal, but rather just curious.
"I've been known to partake," Jamal joked.
It ended up being a good practice that afternoon, one that left me tired, but in a way that made me feel like I'd worked hard and earned my exhaustion. My soccer skills were really improving, both because I was working hard and because of all the soccer guys who'd filled me with their loads had passed on some of their ability.
As everyone showered and got dressed after practice, the team seemed back to normal. One thing I noted, though, was that the gay jokes that had been common before as part of the locker room banter seemed to have abated. Maybe the awareness that there were a lot of teammates who were gay, or who at least liked fooling around with other guys, had made the topic more awkward. Or maybe it was because some of the chief instigators of the homophobic joking had been seen fooling around with guys. People like Kevin Dunster, who were previously trying to hide their own same-sex attraction by being homophobic, found it harder to make gay jokes when everyone now knew they are part of team Q.
I got home to find dinner already prepared, so I sat down with my parents to eat. I worked on some homework, then watched some Youtube while I texted with Robby. I told him about my failure to sway Chapman, and we texted back and forth with some theories about why. I ended up going to bed a little early. I jerked off and edged myself for about half an hour until I shot a large load that splattered my chest and belly. I tasted a little and then wiped the rest off. The edging session helped calm down the agitation that had been growing, and I went to bed feeling calmer than I had for the past few nights.
The rest of the week went along pretty much the same as Monday. I limited myself to one or two loads a day, and with each day, I felt myself getting a needed jolt but also calming down as my energy returned to a more manageable level.
On Tuesday, Danny Arturo caught up with me after practice, and we had an intense session in the massage room. He lay me on my back on the massage table and lifted my legs while he pounded his hard cock deep into my ass. Each time we got together, Danny seemed to get more comfortable with what we were doing. Now, when he fucked me, he loved to lean forward and kiss me passionately and whisper Spanish words into my ear, calling me his baby, beautiful, tight, and sexy. This time, after he had cum in me, he pulled me up off the table and stood me up, then pulled me into a passionate kiss.
He looked longingly into my eyes.
"I wish we could..." he started, then stopped.
"I know," I said. "I wish we could, too. But I'm okay with us just having some fun. I know you're going off to college soon and don't want to risk... well, getting found out."
He looked at me and smiled.
"You understand me so well, baby," he said. "It's like you can read my mind."
I just smiled and laughed to myself, thinking, if only he knew. I hadn't sucked him off for a while, but I could still sense his thoughts enough to know that he was into me more than he'd been into any girl he'd hooked up with. He imagined what it would be like to have me as a boyfriend, but then his mind would fog with fear of what would happen.
Danny kissed me again then walked out of the room, leaving me to wait there a moment before exiting.
On Wednesday, I got a text from Erik asking if I could come by his place after we were both done with practice and "help him out." He wrote, "my parents are out tonight, so..."
We arrived at his house at the same time. I was just arriving on my bike as Carlos drove up with Erik in his car. Carlos was already 16 and had gotten his driver's license a few months earlier. I'd seen him driving around proudly a few times in the past few weeks. He parked the car, and both he and Erik got out, carrying their gym backs and backpacks.
"I didn't think you'd mind if Carlos joined us," Erik said. I hadn't been with Carlos for a while, so I was actually happy to see him. I probably wouldn't have minded anyway. The more the merrier had become my philosophy. Well, it had been my philosophy until the more turned out to be maybe a little too merry this weekend. But I figured that just two loads wouldn't mess me up too much, even if I was trying to cut back.
Erik and Carlos were just coming from baseball practice, so they were both in their tight baseball pants, which I found really sexy. Their pants were white but with streaks of dirt on them from practice.
Carlos saw me staring and gave me his sexy smile. "You like what you see?" he asked. I smiled back as he reached over and grabbed my ass.
I put my bike around back, then we went inside and up to Erik's bedroom. They started to undress, but I told them to stop.
"Leave your uniforms on. I wanna be fucked by some baseball studs," I told them. "It'll remind me of the first time we fooled around, Erik." I thought back fondly about when Erik and I had fooled around in the woods right after his baseball game last summer. It had been the first time I'd hooked up with anyone other than Robby. I remembered that Carlos was only the third guy I'd fooled around with, when I'd had my first three-way with him and Erik. I was actually glad to have a three-way with them again.
Erik and Carlos were both already well on the way to getting hard in their uniforms. I reached forward and rubbed both of their crotches. I unsnapped Carlos's pants first, then Erik's and reached inside so that I could stroke them. They were both wearing jockstraps, and I stroked them first through the thick fabric, then reached inside, taking one cock in each hand.
"Alex, bud," Carlos pleaded. "You're killing me. Let me fuck you!"
I removed my hands from their cocks and zipped down the flies on their pants. Then I stepped back and slid down my sweats and boxer briefs in one move.
"I'm ready when you are," I said and turned around to show my bare ass.
Carlos and Erik both stepped forward, tumbling over one another a bit.
"Let me go first, brother," Carlos begged.
"Okay, just be ready to trade off soon," Erik responded.
Carlos pulled his pants down below his butt and then pulled his cock out of his jock. I climbed up onto Erik's bed with my ass sticking out and available. Carlos spit into his palm and then rubbed it onto his cock. I spit in my hand and rubbed some around my hole. I knew Erik had lube next to his bed, but I found getting fucked with just spit kind of hot.
Carlos pushed his cock against my hole and then slid it in. I got fucked so often that my ass provided very little resistance, even for a cock as thick as Carlos's, so he bottomed out in me on his first push. He started moving in and out, and I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles, which made him moan.
Erik stood beside us stroking himself. After only a couple of minutes, he said, "Come on Carlos, let me have a turn."
Carlos pulled out and Erik quickly replaced him, sliding his slightly longer but thinner cock inside. Erik started to pump into me, while Carlos stood next to us stroking.
"Fuck guys, this is torture," Carlos complained. "Can't we both fuck you at the same time?"
Erik smiled conspiratorially. "Double penetration?" he asked. "I've never done it, but I've seen it in videos."
"Me neither. But I'm willing to try," I told them.
Erik pulled out of me and started giving directions. He had Carlos lie on the bed on his back, with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Then he had me climb onto Carlos and sit on his cock. Erik grabbed the lube out of his bedside table and slicked up his cock. Next Erik stepped up between our legs, and I could feel his cock head press against my ass. He tried to push it into my hole, but he couldn't get it in at first. I focused on relaxing, and in a minute, the tip of his cock slid inside.
"Fuck!" Erik shouted as his cock slid in a little further.
"Fuck!" I shouted too as I felt my ass stretched wide. Erik slid all the way in then started to pull out. Carlos tried to pump into me, and Erik's cock slid out. We paused, and Erik pushed back in. It took a few tries, but soon we found a rhythm, with Erik and Carlos pumping into me at the same time. It felt kind of amazing, feeling two cocks inside me at once. I let down my walls to envelop them in my energy, which seemed to make them both increase their pace.
"I can feel your cock against mine, bro," Carlos said. "It feels nice."
"Shit you guys, you've got me so stretched out!" I cried. I'd never felt my hole stretched more. It hurt a bit but also felt incredible. It didn't take long before Carlos gave a guttural groan, and I could feel his cock pulse as he unloaded into me. As soon as Carlos's first shot came out, Erik erupted, so that the two of them were cumming in my ass at the same time, filling me up, and sending an intense wave of energy through me, causing me to tighten my grip on their cocks, making them both moan.
Erik pulled out first, then Carlos.
"Shit man," Carlos said. "You are amazing!"
"Fuck, his ass is nice," Erik said.
I rolled off of Carlos, trying to close my ass so their cum wouldn't leak out.
"I think I need to shower to clean up," I told Erik.
I went down the hall to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Erik brought me a towel then went back to his room. I climbed in the warm spray and relaxed, and the cum came leaking out of my gaping hole and running down my leg. I washed up well, then got out and dried myself off, feeling better.
When I got back to Erik's room, Carlos and Erik were changing out of the their dirty baseball clothes and had both stripped down to only their jocks.
"Fuck, you guys are hot," I said. "Maybe I should have played baseball instead of soccer."
"You'd be too much of a distraction," Carlos said.
On Thursday morning, I again spoke about the clothing drive the next week during the morning announcements. Once again, I tried to get Chapman's attention, but once again, he was impervious to my attempts at seduction. By Thursday, my energy levels had come pretty much back to normal -- whatever normal meant in this weird context -- so I was in full control of how much energy I shared and how I directed it. I washed Chapman in low levels of my sexual energy when we were in the office, thinking it would draw him to me, and then, as we stepped out into the hall, I tried to engage him in conversation while directing as much energy as I could toward him.
"Are you off to college next year?" I asked him.
"Of course," he said, with an indulgent smile. "Ohio State. ... THE Ohio State University, as they call it. Pre-law."
"Cool," I said.
"I have to run to class, Alex. See you soon," he said and walked down the hall. I sent one last blast of my energy at him, but it had no effect whatsoever.
When I ran into Robby between classes, we spoke for a minute in hushed voices in the hall. I told him what had happened -- or, rather, what had NOT happened, with Chapman.
"I've been doing some research, and I think I have an idea," he told me. I agreed to come by his house after practice and after dinner so that we could talk.
Practice went well, and I ate a quick dinner, then I headed over to Robby's house around 7 that night. We went up to his room, and he had me stand by his desk while he cranked up his laptop.
"So, I did a little research," he started, as he pulled up his browser, with several tabs open. "Have you ever heard of the Kinsey Scale?"
He pulled up a Wikipedia page that discussed the history and mechanics of the scale invented by Alfred Kinsey in the late 1940s to measure sexual attraction. Robby explained that Kinsey had studied sexuality and ranked people from 0 to 6 according to how much they were sexually turned on by members of the same sex.
"There are some guys who have no attraction at all to other guys. They're a zero on the scale. And there are some guys who are only attracted to guys. They're a 6. But most people fall somewhere in between," Robby told me. "My hypothesis," he said, trying to sound very scientific, "is that your superpower can only affect people who at least a little gay. I think I'm probably a 2 or 3, mostly attracted to girls, but also sometimes turned on by guys, so your energy really gets me going."
"I suppose I'm like a 5. Mostly into guys, but I could see being turned on by a few girls," I said.
"I'm guessing," he continued, "That Chapman is a zero. And probably those other guys on the soccer team you said were completely un-interested on Saturday, I bet they're zeros too. I think what you have helps release the gay in people who have some potential, but it doesn't create gay out of nothing."
He pulled up a different webpage. "It says here that 10 to 20 percent of guys are only heterosexual. So, that's like one in five."
We looked through a few more webpages, with Robby sitting in his office chair and me leaning over his shoulder.
"Hey," he said after a bit, looking up at me. "I'm not...you're not affecting me today."
"I'm back under control," I told him. "So I can keep my energy in check."
"Cool," he said. He closed his laptop.
"Video games?" he asked. So we played a few rounds of a new Spiderman game he'd gotten recently before I headed out. I was actually glad to hang out with Robby for once without it turning into sex. I was lucky to have him as a friend.
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