Transformed Chapter 6
At this point, you're probably thinking that I am a terrible slut. What kind of 14-year-old who hasn't even started his freshman year in high school gets fucked so often and by so many guys? I suppose it's true that I was getting a lot of action for a kid my age. And, sure, some of the guys my age who were looking for something more serious -- love, or at least a steady partner to date, like Robby with Stephanie. The two of them finally went all the way just before high school started (as he proudly told me about the next day), and after that they were doing it on the regular.
But I was more interested in having fun than building some kind of serious relationship. And honestly, some of the straight boys were way worse sluts than I was and were getting even more action than me. Darnell, one of Robby's basketball friends we sometimes hung out with, always bragged about the pussy he was getting, and Robby assured me that he wasn't just making it up. Erik told me that some of the guys on his baseball team who were our age or just a year or two older were fucking a different girl every weekend. (Erik was trying hard to figure out who else on the team liked dick, so he'd been asking the guys about their hook ups).
The truth was that I loved the sex -- and I loved the effect that it was having on me. With Carlos in the rotation, I now was playing around at least a couple of times every week. Sometimes I would meet up with Erik in the afternoon and then hook up with Robby or Carlos in the evening with Erik's load already in my ass.
And every time that I swallowed a load or took one in my ass, I felt energized, enlightened, strengthened. It's hard to describe, but all these loads were changing me. My arms were bulking up like Erik's with only a little work at the gym, and my dick was getting thicker like Carlos's. All of that cum was giving me some sort of sexual energy as well. While in the past, I'd been something of a wallflower that people overlooked, over the past year, I had blossomed. It wasn't just that I had more confidence, which I clearly did, or that I had a new cocky attitude that came from getting so much action, or even that my body had developed and my face had matured and become more handsome. Instead, there was some energy that I gave off that just attracted people to me.
When I got to high school, I was on top of the world, and I was finally being noticed. Both girls and guys looked at me longingly. Girls would come up and flirt with me, and I would catch guys looking at me a little too long. In the past, if that had ever happened, I would have looked quickly away embarrassed. But now I just looked back at them, steadily holding their gaze and smiling slyly. Some of the guys would immediately look away, but a few would hold my look and smile back.
Charlie, the Chinese-American soccer player I'd had my eye on was in the first category, looking quickly away with embarrassment when I caught him checking me out, but his teammate, Jamal, held my gaze and smiled. I already knew Jamal somewhat, since we'd been in classes together, so when he looked me up and down in the hallway the first day of school, I just walked up to him and said hi.
"Hey Jamal. How was your summer?"
"Good, Alex. You?"
"Mine was great. What do you have first hour?" I asked.
"Pre-Calc, with Mr. Simmons."
"Cool! Me too," I said.
"Nice."
We walked together to class and chatted comfortably, but I could feel the sexual energy building between us. We had assigned seats, so I sat a couple of rows away from him, but on the way out of class I caught up with him again.
"We should hang out sometime," I said, giving him a hard stare that suggested what I really meant.
He looked back at me without flinching. "We should," he said. "The sooner the better." He smiled devilishly and walked away.
I invited Jamal to come over to my house after school that Friday. He told me that he had soccer practice for an hour after classes let out, but he'd come by right after that. He showed up around four, still smelling fresh from the shower he'd taken after practice, despite working up a little sweat on his way over. He was dressed in athletic shorts and a tight-fitting bright yellow T-shirt. After I let him in, I invited him up to my room. My parents wouldn't be home until at least six, so we had some time to play. We went in, and I closed and locked the door behind us.
"So... what do you want to do?" I asked.
"Same thing you want to do," he said and stepped closer to me. He was slightly shorter than me, so he reached up and pulled my head down toward his, and we kissed. We made out for a while, standing there by the door.
"Yeah, I thought that's what you wanted," he said. This visit was clearly about sex, not bothering with chit chat and getting to know one another better and such.
"Let's get on the bed," I suggested, so we walked over and lay down next to one another. We started kissing again and began to run our hands up and down each other's bodies. In contrast to the muscular bodies of Erik and Carlos, Jamal's body was tight, with perfect 8-pack abs and not an ounce of body fat anywhere. His skin was much darker than Robby's, and I could tell that he had a huge cock, even before he'd taken it out. As we made out, he cupped his hands around my ass and squeezed.
"You gonna give me some of that?" he asked. He had a deep voice that was incredibly sexy.
"You want it?" I asked.
"Mmhmmm," he responded. He looked me in the eye as he reached his hands under the waistband of my shorts and grabbed the bare skin of my ass.
"You got a nice ass, baby," he murmured. Jamal was clearly not new to this. He knew what he wanted and he knew what he was doing. He slid his hands down further, pulling my shorts down to my knees, and then he flipped my legs up, exposing my ass.
"That's what I'm talking about!" he said and without any hesitation, he dove in and started rimming me, opening my hole with his fingers and sticking his tongue in deep. I moaned in pleasure.
He rimmed me for what seemed like forever, not only getting me loosened up, but making me long for his cock in my ass.
"Fuck me!" I finally cried.
"Gladly," he said.
In a moment, I felt his cockhead pressing against my hole. He pushed, and it went in a bit, but he was very thick.
"Hold on," I said and grabbed some lube that I had in a drawer next to my bed. I reached down to lube his cock and found that it was in fact huge -- both thick and long, with an upward curve. I lay back down and he lifted my legs and positioned his cock at my hole again. This time, he slid in a bit more easily. I relaxed, and he was able to push in a bit further. He leaned forward to kiss me, which had the effect of raising my legs further and pushing his cock further into me. My ass opened to accommodate his size and length, and soon he was all the way inside.
"That's what I'm talking about," he said. "I knew you'd be a good bottom boy."
All I could do was moan in response.
"You like this big black dick inside you?" he asked.
"Mmhmm," I gasped as I pulled him further in.
Jamal kept up the dirty talk while he fucked me, punctuating each thrust with a comment.
"Your ass is so tight, baby. You making my cock feel so good."
He was pounding me hard, and I was taking him well, pushing back against his thrusts to take him deeper and deeper. I realized that I was mostly a bottom, but I was a power bottom, and I took what I wanted. We were both working up a sweat, and before long, Jamal's dirty talk trailed off as he started to breath hard and tighten up.
"I'm gonna breed you Alex," he shouted. "I'm gonna breed your fucking ass!" Then he shot in me. I could feel his cock pulsing and knew he was shooting deep inside me. And as his loaded filled me, I again felt a wave of empowerment wash through my body, as I too was pushed over the edge and shot my load. The first shot hit Jamal straight in the chest, then the rest painted my stomach.
Jamal pulled out and collapsed next to me.
"Damn, baby, that was a work out!"
We lay there for a bit and caught our breath. I hopped up to grab a towel to wipe up, and as I walked across the room, Jamal's eyes followed my ass.
"Imma have to get some of that again!" he smiled.
"Any time you want it," I told him as I wiped my cum off of his chest.
He pulled me in for a kiss, and we lay there for a while making out, grinding our still-hard dicks together.
"Damn, Alex, you are sexy as fuck! I don't remember you looking this good last year."
"Thanks," I said and tried to show him with my kisses how much I'd enjoyed our session. I wanted to make sure that he'd come back for more soon.
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