Transformed Chapter 17
Over the next couple of weeks, I continued to develop my capacity to control my sexual energy. Just as I had learned to rein in my ability to read people's minds, I learned to shut the door on the sexual energy that I had absorbed and to keep it inside myself. After a few days, it became almost second nature to control the energy that I gave off, so it was not something that I had to consciously think about all day. That had left me exhausted for nearly a week, but now, with having learned to wall myself off most of the time, I could was able to go on with life almost as normal. When I was wanting to attract someone, I now had to consciously let down my guard and allow my energy to flow. With practice, I found that I could control the amount of energy that I gave off and even the direction in which it went.
Robby checked in with me regularly to see how I was managing. It was a relief to have someone who knew my secret. It made the two of us closer, as I was able to share everything that I'd been keeping hidden for the past two years. Now I could talk to him openly about my hook ups and how they affected me and the abilities that I was accumulating. Robby even encouraged me to practice my powers on him. He had me turn my powers on and off to see if he could feel the change. He had me try to direct my powers at him in various ways. And when he got too hard or turned on, he would have me suck him off or take his cock in my ass. We found that if I directed my energy at him while he was fucking me, it gave him an amazing orgasm.
The sharing wasn't a one-way street, as Robby opened up more to me than he had for a while. He told me that he really liked Stephanie but that he was getting a bit bored. She was the only girl he'd ever slept with, and he really wanted to play the field a little. He didn't want to hurt her, but he was only a freshman, and he really wanted to be free to date around a bit more.
One Sunday in March when we were hanging out, Robby told me that at a party the night before, he'd gotten a little drunk and had made out with a sophomore who'd been flirting with him. I told him that he needed to be honest with Stephanie, not necessarily to tell her that he had fooled around with someone, but that he was wanting more freedom.
A few days later, he reported back that he had sat Stephanie down for a talk and told her that he loved her but was feeling constrained, since they were only freshmen. He said that he was expecting to break up, but instead, she had laughed and said, "Oh, thank God!" It turned out that she was feeling the same way. In the end, they decided not to break up, at least not yet, but to open up their relationship. This was pretty unheard of for high school kids, but they wanted to try it.
"Maybe we could try a three-way," Robby suggested and laughed.
With the swim season reaching its peak, I didn't have as much time for hook ups. My fooling around was mostly with Chung or Seth or one of the other swim team members. I had swim practice every weekday afternoon and had a swim meet every Saturday, so I didn't have time to hook up with my regulars, though Allen and I did still fool around in school a couple of times a week, sometimes with Demetrius in a three-way.
With all of the loads I had taken from other swimmers, I had absorbed an incredible amount of skill, and it showed as my performance got better and better throughout the season. The coach commented that he had never seen someone improve so much and so quickly. I started being put into the regular roster at meets, along with the older swimmers, and I placed really well, even winning a few events. My teammates were mostly happy for the added points in meets, which helped the team improve its score, but a few of the older swimmers who got bumped from their spots seemed jealous.
Our last swim meet was the Saturday before spring break, and I was scheduled for four events, two individual and two as part of a relay. The meet was a regional championship, and the coach thought we had a good chance to advance to state, thanks in part to my contributions. We were all psyched but also a little nervous. Before we went out, Kirpal gave us a pep talk, as one of the captains of the team.
"You can do this!" he told us. "We've come so far this year, and you all have so much talent. Go out there and win this and make the school proud!"
It was a pretty standard sports pep talk, and I struggled not to roll my eyes. Even after three months on an athletic team, I hadn't totally adapted to the sports ethos, which sometimes seemed really hokey to me. I was too much of a cynic to care about school spirit, and I had never been a fan of watching organized sports of any kind, other than the World Cup and Olympics every four years. But as we were walking out, Kirpal whispered in my ear, "And if you win your events, I'll find a way to give you a special reward."
He gave me a smirk as he walked away, and I started to chub up in my speedos. I turned my focus back onto the race, but the idea of some fun afterward gave me the inspiration I needed to do well. I easily won my first heat in the 100 meter breaststroke and took second in the 50 meter. In the relays, our team won our heats in the 4 x 100 freestyle relay and 4 x 100 medley relay, with me swimming the breaststroke leg of the race. With a number of schools competing, there were a number of heats. In the second heat, I qualified to advance to the finals in both of my individual events, as did our 4 x 100 freestyle, but we took third in the 4 x 100 medley, which knocked us out. We just weren't strong enough in either butterfly or backstroke.
The finals weren't until late in the afternoon, and I snacked a little after the second heats, but I was too wound up to be really hungry. I was pacing back and forth on one side of the pool, until a swimmer from one of the other teams who was stretching nearby called out.
"Dude, chill! You're making me uptight." He smiled and winked, and I laughed. I sat down on the bleachers nearby.
"I guess I'm a little wound up," I said.
"A little?" he laughed. "You look like you might explode!" He hopped up and extended his hand. "William," he said.
I took his hand and shook it. "Alex," I said. As I looked in his eyes, there was a spark, and our hands held a little longer than was necessary. I broke off the handshake and looked him up and down, appreciating just how hot he was. He was a white guy with dark features, probably Italian. I was guessing that he was naturally a bit hairy but was shaved for swimming, because he had 5-o'clock shadow on his face that looked really sexy. He had a narrow waist but an incredibly developed chest and shoulders and really strong legs. We told each other what schools we were from.
"I take it you're in one of the finals?" he asked me.
"Three, actually."
"Nice," he said. He was in four events, but we weren't competing against one another. It turned out that his team had beaten ours in the last medley relay heat.
"Look me up after the race," he said with a meaningful look.
"I will," I said. I carefully sent a wave of my energy at him that startled him for a second, but then he gave me an all over look and smiled. "Nice," he said under his breath as he checked out my ass as I walked away.
Honestly, one of the reasons that I got into swimming in the first place was because the guys all have such amazing bodies. I'd really been appreciating the eye candy at the meets, and the hot times I'd had with my teammates were enough to make me want to go out for swimming every year. I hadn't yet hooked up with anyone from outside my school, though. As I waited for my final races, I calmed myself by looking around at all of the hot guys, until I started to get hard and realized that I needed to stop.
In the end, I didn't qualify for state in any of my races. I was fourth in the 50 meter, fifth in the 100 meter, and our relay team took fourth. To go to state, you had to be in the top 3. When all of our races were done, we gathered around the coach for some final words. We hadn't made it to state as a team, but he was pleased with our performance overall. Kirpal and Seth and a few other upperclassmen had qualified for state, and coach was pleased with how many finals we had made it to.
Most of our team, the ones who hadn't made it into the finals, had already showered and were dressed, but the rest of us went in to get cleaned up. The shower room was crowded, with members from a lot of different teams washing up after the game. I saw William across the room and went over to a showerhead near him, and we struck up a conversation. He had won one individual event, the 100 butterfly, took second in the 50 butterfly, and his team had taken second in the medley. He'd only failed to qualify for state in the backstroke. He was a junior and had been swimming competitively since he was ten. He was surprised to find out that I was only a freshman.
"Damn, boy, by the time you're a senior, you'll be winning every event!" he said.
As we were talking, we were not shy about scoping one another out. I let my walls down a little and sent my sexual energy to him, and I saw him start to get hard. He looked me intensely in the eyes in a way that made me shiver.
"Hey," he said. "Follow me."
He left the shower room and headed to the bathroom, and I followed several paces behind. He walked down to the last stall, which was the large wheelchair accessible stall ,and went in. I checked to make sure that no one was watching then slipped into the stall after him. He reached behind me to latch the door, then pulled me into an intense kiss.
"I've been wanting to do that since I met you," he said.
I pulled his head back to mine, and we kissed again, exploring each others mouths with our tongues. As we made out, we ran our hands over each other's bodies. His hands eventually rested on my ass cheeks. He gave them a good squeeze then whispered in my ear. "You have an amazing ass! I think I need to fuck you."
He turned me around so that I was leaning up against the wall, and he pulled down my speedos. My cock, which was of course already hard, popped out with a smack against my stomach. It had continued to grow and was now a full 8 inches and pretty thick. William squatted down and put his face into my ass and started licking with his tongue. Getting rimmed was never my favorite sexual act -- I always just wanted the guy to hurry up and fuck me -- but William was truly talented. His tongue seemed to be extra long, and he knew how to use it. He reached deep into my hole and got me loosened up, and then he stood up, and I felt his cockhead poking against my hole. He popped inside and easily slid in his whole length until I could feel his pubes against my ass. He reached his strong arms around me and pulled me to him as he started to thrust inside. I turned my head so that I could kiss him -- always a little awkward when someone is fucking you from behind -- but his long tongue came in handy again as he was able to probe my mouth even as his cock was probing my ass.
I lowered my walls and let my sexual energy flood him, and I heard William gasp. He started pounding hard and then shot a load deep inside, which I felt wash through me.
"Oh my fucking God!" William whispered as he pulled out. "You're an amazing fuck, Alex. Damn! I hope I see you again at some meets next year!"
"Thanks," I said. "That was fun." To myself, I thought, Maybe I'll get good at the butterfly next year, if you fuck me a few more times.
We pulled our speedos back on, and William kissed me, then we snuck out of the bathroom stall. I went to the locker where I'd stored my stuff and got dressed. In a couple of minutes, the whole team was ready to go, so we filed out of the building and loaded into our bus. Kirpal and Seth moved toward the back of the bus, and Kirpal indicated with a nod of his head that I should join them. Most of the guys were tired and just slumped down into the seats to nap for the hour ride home, but Chung and Jesse headed back to join Kirpal and Seth, and I could tell that this group had something else in mind.
"Yo, Thompson, you had a great season," Kirpal said. "Nice having you on the team."
"You just think my ass is nice, Singh," I replied with what I hoped was a wry smile.
"No denying that," Seth said.
"One last session to celebrate the end of the season?" Chung asked.
"Sure," I said and couldn't suppress my smile. As the bus began to drive forward, I moved into the last seat, between Seth and Kirpal, while Chung and Jesse watched from the next row up. The bus was dark, so no one could really see what was happening in the back. Kirpal slid my sweats down and bent me over, so that my face was right at Seth's crotch. I reached out and lowered Seth's sweats until his cock popped out, and I immediately took it all in my mouth, while Kirpal started working on my ass, spitting on and fingering my hole before sliding his cock in, a little too quickly, even though I'd just been fucked by William. I grunted loudly, and Kirpal told me to keep it down.
As Kirpal started pounding into me, I let down my walls so that my sexual energy flooded the guys around me. I felt Seth's cock grow inside my mouth, while Kirpal started pounding me with increased vigor. I couldn't see them, since I was busy working on Seth's cock, but I imagined that Chung and Jesse had gotten hard. I sent out another wave of energy that made Seth and Kirpal both shoot their loads, and I gasped as their energy flowed into me.
"Next," Kirpal said as he pulled out of me and scooted past me to get out of the seat. Jesse moved back to take Kirpal's place, while Chung moved to my front.
"I want to cum in your ass, not your mouth," Chung whispered to me as I started working on his tool, "So don't make me cum from sucking." Jesse inserted his cock in my ass, and it slid in easily, since his was my third of the afternoon. He pounded me good, hitting my prostate right where it felt best. That caused me to send out a wave of energy that set him off. He collapsed onto me as he shot his load into my ass. Chung almost shot his load too, but pulled out before he came. Jesse pulled out and Chung took his place.
"I'm gonna miss this ass, Thompson. We gotta find a way to hook up now that swim season is over," Chung said. He was the swim team member I'd hooked up with the most regularly.
"Well, the towel room will still be there," I grunted as he pounded me.
As Chung was fucking me, the other guys were watching. They'd all pulled their pants back on but were rubbing themselves through the fabric. Larry, the other freshman on the team I'd hooked up with once, came back to see what was going on.
"Can I have a turn?" he asked.
"Go ahead," Kirpal said and indicated with a nod of his head to step up and get sucked. Larry came to the back seat and pulled out his cock, and I started sucking him. Just as I got Larry's tool down my throat, Chung grunted and shot his load in my ass, my fourth load of the day, not counting Seth's load that I'd swallowed. I was starting to feel an overload of energy, from all of the loads I'd gotten that afternoon, but I worked to bring myself under control, while still allowing enough sexual energy out to turn on the guys around me.
"You want to cum in my mouth or my ass?" I asked Larry when Chung pulled out.
Larry's eyes grew wide. "Can I?" he asked. It occurred to me that he had probably never fucked anyone. When I sucked him in the showers, I learned from our mental connection that that was his first time ever being with anyone.
"Sure," I said. "Have at it."
He eagerly moved behind and slid right in, even though his dick was the biggest I'd had that day. He started to pump into me, and I gradually released my energy into him until I could feel his orgasm start to build. I sent out a wave of energy, and he shouted out as he shot his load in my ass. Kirpal clapped his hand over Larry's mouth and looked around, but no one seemed to have noticed.
Larry sighed and pulled out.
"Damn," he said and smiled.
"Thanks for being such a team player, Thompson," Kirpal said.
"Maybe we can meet up at the Y again, Alex," Seth said.
"Thanks, Thompson," the other guys said as they moved to new seats and settled down to rest. I pulled myself back together. I reached into my bag and grabbed a towel to wipe my ass clean, then pulled my sweats back up. Larry stayed in the back with me, and we chatted for a bit. I hadn't really gotten to know him that well during the season, so it was nice to talk.
"I can't believe how wild you are!" he said. "I wish I could be like you."
"You could if you wanted," I told him. "But better to just be you. Don't do anything you're not comfortable with."
Larry told me that he was from a pretty conservative family, so he was afraid to come out or even just to be exposed. His parents were active in a Black Baptist church where homosexuality was regularly condemned. I told him that I wasn't out to my family either, but I realized as I told him that there wasn't really a reason that I shouldn't come out. My parents were progressive people who had always accepted me and loved me. I decided that it was time for me to come out to them.
Larry and I chatted a little further, then before long, the bouncing of the bus had put us both to sleep.
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