Transformed Chapter 7
My freshman year of high school continued along this same path. I didn't date anyone, but I fooled around a lot. I had regular meet ups with Erik and Carlos and Jamal and now and then with Robby. As my body and mind continued to develop from all of the loads I'd absorbed and the power that they gave me, I became more confident and attractive. I found myself going after guys that I found attractive as almost a personal challenge, just to see if I could get them, but also to see what their loads might bring me.
Just a week after Jamal and I had first fucked, I set my sights on his teammate, Charlie. He was in biology with me, and I managed to use that class as a means of opening conversation. I asked him to come over to study sometime, and he agreed. I hoped that he could understand that what I had in mind was a study of biology, but not the kind that was useful for class.
"When?" I asked. "Tonight?"
I could feel that the transformation I'd been undergoing had made me harder to refuse, and I used that to get what I wanted, not to force anything against Charlie's will but rather to help him follow through on what I could tell he wanted. I looked right into Charlie's eyes and held his gaze when he tried to turn away. He blushed a little and then agreed to come over after practice.
"Sure," he said.
So that night, around 5, Charlie dropped by my house. We went up to my room, and he grabbed his biology book out of his backpack and started to open it.
"Do you really want to study?" I asked, with my eyebrow raised.
"What? I thought you...," he muttered.
But I stepped toward him, put my hand behind his head, and pulled him into a deep kiss that lasted for at least a minute, before I pulled away. He stepped back and looked at me with shock in his eyes. Then a look of determination overcame him. His biology book fell from his hands, and he dove at me, pulling me in for an enthusiastic kiss. We made out hard, falling on the bed and kissing passionately as we explored each other's bodies. I reached down and felt his dick, which was of course hard in his jeans. He moaned as I squeezed it, and I took that as permission to go further. With one hand holding his cock, I used the other to unbutton his jeans. Then I reached inside to pull out his dick. I scooted down the bed and took his dick in my mouth, and he gasped.
"That's is, Alex, suck me," he whispered. He put his hands on my head and pushed me down further on his cock. He was uncut, and I loved the way the loose skin around the head felt on my tongue as I went down on him. I had been sucking him for only a few minutes when all of a sudden he tensed up.
"Fuck! Alex... Oh fuck!!" he said and started squiring in my mouth. And as always, I immediately had a connection into his mind. I found his thoughts in a jumble of confusion. He felt frightened, guilty, and so turned on all at the same time. He had been sneaking looks at gay porn, but he always felt bad about it. But he'd never imagined acting on it. He loved it, but then he hated himself for loving it.
I saw him physically start to draw away, but I held him.
"Charlie," I told him, "It's okay." I looked him in the eyes. "It's nothing to be ashamed about."
"I... ." He was confused. He didn't know what to say.
"If guys turn you on, you don't need to feel embarrassed. There's lots of guys at our school who fool around with other guys."
"But, my parents..." he mumbled.
"They don't have to know," I reassured him. "You're just experimenting. It's just a little fun."
I felt him relax a little.
"Did you like it? Did it feel good?"
He nodded. "It felt fantastic," he admitted.
"So, okay," I said. "If you want to do it again sometime, I'm here."
He looked at me and then he grabbed me and kissed me hard again.
I pulled back and laughed. "I didn't mean right now!"
"Oh. Sorry! Sorry!" He said.
I laughed and pulled him back into a kiss. We made out for a while, and then we pulled apart.
"So, do you really want to study?" he asked.
"Honestly, I'm pretty good at biology. I'm getting an A."
"Oh," he laughed. "Me too."
We chatted for a bit. He told me his parents were very Christian, so he worried about what they would think. I reassured him that pretty much all of the gay or bi guys I knew were closeted and wanted to keep the secret too.
"It's not like it's super easy to be openly gay in school," I said.
He hung around for a bit longer and then headed out but told me that he would like to come back. I hoped he would, and I imagined what his fucking me would be like.
A week later, I did manage to get fucked by Charlie, and as with the others who'd planted a load inside me, I absorbed something from him. Charlie gradually calmed down and became more comfortable with his sexuality (which I understood to be mostly gay) the more that we were together. We played, and then we would always sit around for a while after to talk.
After taking loads from Charlie and even more from Jamal, I absorbed skills that I'd never before had, just as my sex with Robby, Erik, and Carlos had done. My sudden skill at sports surprised some of the people in my grade. They'd known me -- if they'd noticed me at all -- as a bookish kid with no talent at sports. But suddenly this year in gym, I was showing skill at almost every sport we took up. With soccer, I was actually outstanding. Everyone was shocked at how talented I was when we started the sport in gym in October. I'd absorbed some of the skills from both Jamal and Charlie, so I was quick, skilled at dribbling the ball and passing, and very good at evading other players who wanted to block me. For the first time in my life, I was one of those being chosen first when we formed teams rather than last.
In fact, the gym teacher had the soccer coach come watch, and then he talked to me about whether I would consider joining the soccer team when they started back up in the spring. My mind immediately jumped to my fantasy of getting fucked by the whole soccer team, and I had to suppress a smile. I told him that I'd consider it.
As I came to terms with my ability to absorb things from others, I began to worry about whether I might be taking something from them, whether I was not just absorbing the essence from them but sapping them, stealing their own talents. Was I some sort of vampire that sucked the life out of my victims? I didn't think so, but the idea worried me, so I began to carefully observe the boys I'd been hooking up with to see if they were suffering in any way. Robby was as talented as ever at basketball. In fact, he was one of only two freshmen placed on the varsity team. Erik was still as cocky as ever, and Carlos was certainly not losing his incredible muscles. And when we played soccer in gym, it was clear that Jamal and Charlie had not lost any of their skill. Seeing that all of my boys were doing just fine, I began to feel okay about what I was doing, building up myself without apparently tearing anyone else down.
I kept meeting up to play with Erik and Carlos and Charlie and Jamal (and occasionally Robby, though he and Stephanie were more and more serious), but now that I was sure about my ability to both understand and absorb skills from others, I began to look at the boys around me at school in a new light. To be honest, I started to look strategically. Who had a skill that I wanted to absorb? At first, I'd been attracted to the most athletically handsome boys in my grade, and I'd manage to hook up with the ones I'd had my eye on. But looking around now, I noticed other attributes that made boys attractive in their own ways. The boy who was the top of our class academically, Tom, had a nerdy air about him, but looking past his glasses and awkwardness, I could appreciate a cuteness. He had thick beautiful dark hair, and his bashful smile was charming. Plus, he got top grades in math and science. Demetrius sang in the choir and had a gorgeous tenor voice. He was Greek, with dark curly hair, and when he sang, he looked like an angel. Allen was an actor who was sometimes picked on by other kids because he was rather effeminate, but he had a beautiful face with stunning eyes, and when he performed, he had such a strong voice and could really hold the audience.
I could go on, but you get the point. I started to look at what was attractive in almost every boy in school, and I started to think about how to get them to fuck me, so that I could take on their talents. This seems awfully crass, too transactional, but in truth, it was not just about what I could get from them but also about appreciating the boys, seeing their unique beauty, and ultimately enjoying their bodies and giving them pleasure. I had become very skilled in bed, and the boys who hooked up with me enjoyed what we did together, and every one of them came back for more.
So during my freshman year, I began to pursue a number of boys that I found attractive. I didn't know how many of them were gay or bi, but I honestly didn't much care. I was certainly not going to force anyone to do anything against their will. But I also found that one of the effects of my transformation was to make me incredibly desirable. My body had matured. I was taller, and I had developed muscular arms, a strong chest, and flat abs. My hair was fuller than it had been and had permanent natural highlights. I now attracted a lot of attention, and I don't know if it was my new cocky attitude or something to do with pheromones, but people really seemed to want me. Girls chatted with me and giggled, batting their eyelashes at me (to no avail whatsoever, I should note), and I caught boys looking me up and down. After gym, I had no shame showering naked. My cock was now the largest in my class, and boys noticed.
The first boy I pursued was Demetrius. There was an all-school assembly in early November where the choir sang, and Demetrius had a solo that just melted my heart. I didn't actually know him. He was a sophomore, so we didn't have any classes together. But the day after the assembly, I saw him at lunch, so I went up and complimented him on his solo.
"That solo was so beautiful, Demetrius. Your voice gave me chills."
He blushed a little.
"Thanks, Alex."
I was surprised he knew my name, but I took that as a good sign. I looked him straight in the eyes in the way that I had started to do when I wanted to seduce a boy.
I spoke in a quiet voice, so that no one around could here, but I spoke in forcefully, in a voice laden with meaning. "Maybe you can sing for me sometime."
He blushed even more deeply.
"I'd like that," he mumbled and looked away.
"I think you would," I told him, waiting until he looked back in my eyes and then smiling warmly when he finally did. I could sense his heart racing and a tightening in his chest, and I realized that increasingly, I could read people even before I'd swallowed their loads. It wasn't as clear or powerful as after swallowing their cum gave me a connection to their mind, but I now was aware that I was much more attuned to what people around me were thinking and feeling. And if I really concentrated on it, I could almost see their thoughts. I noted this as something that I needed to reflect on at some point, but for right now, I needed to focus on Demetrius.
"How about tonight? Come home with me after school?"
Demetrius agreed, knowing exactly what my intentions were. So when school let out, he hopped on the bus with me, and we headed to my house. Thank goodness my parents worked long hours and never got home before about 6, because it made my extracurricular life so much easier.
As we rode the bus, we got to know each other a little better. He told me about his large Greek family and how he'd begun singing in his Orthodox church as a kid. He said that he planned to study music in college but was worried that he might not be good enough. I asked him how he knew my name, and he blushed and told me that he'd noticed me around.
As we spoke, I was able to look at him more closely. The contrast between his dark hair and his smooth olive skin was gorgeous, and he had a bit of 5 o'clock shadow on his chin that seemed very manly. At the same time, his shyness and modesty were highly appealing.
"You're very handsome," I told him. He looked around to see if anyone had heard, but then he whispered to me. "And you're gorgeous. I'm surprised you're interested in me."
Clearly Demetrius knew exactly why I'd invited him over. We got off the bus at my stop and walked two blocks to my house. As soon as we walked inside and shut the door, I took Demetrius in my arms and kissed him intensely. He put one of his hands behind my head to pull me in tighter and kissed back. As we kissed, his hands moved down my body until his hands cupped my ass cheeks. He gave them a tight squeeze.
"You have an amazing ass," he whispered.
"Wait until you feel how amazing it is to fuck," I said. He moaned and gave my ass another squeeze.
I broke off our kiss, took his hand, and led him up to my bedroom. As soon as we got into the room and I'd shut the door, we started to kiss again, pausing only now and then to peel off an article of clothing. Within minutes we were both naked, our hard cocks grinding together as we kissed. He was skinny, without much muscle definition, but he had a hairy chest that I found sexy. We tumbled onto the bed, never breaking our embrace, and we rolled around there, making out all the time. For a shy kid, Demetrius was surprisingly aggressive.
I moved my mouth down his furry body and engulfed his cock, making him catch his breath. He had a full, dark bush that I ran my hand through as a I sucked him.
"You don't have to worry about being quiet," I told him. "My parents won't be home for hours."
I went down on him again and this time he shouted out, but it came out almost as a note from a song. I sucked on him for a few minutes as he bucked his hips into me, driving his cock down my throat. He was pumping out a lot of precum, and I enjoyed the taste. Then he suddenly grabbed me and flipped my legs over so that he could get access to my ass. He stuck his tongue in my hole and started rimming me with enthusiasm. His tongue drilled deep into me, and I relaxed my hole to let him in.
After a few minutes, he pulled up.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he stated, and my ass quivered with anticipation.
Demetrius had a decent sized, uncut dick that was wet from my sucking and from his abundant precum. He positioned the tip against my hole and pushed, and the first couple of inches slid right in. He pushed further inside and then started a steady rhythm pushing deep into me, then pulling almost all the way out, then driving back in until his body slapped against my ass.
I had become an expert bottom, and I knew how to pleasure a top. I squeezed my ass muscles, and Demetrius sang out loudly with pleasure.
I squeezed again, and he sang out, "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
He shot his load in me, squirting shot after shot deep inside, and as always I felt power wash through my body in a wave. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to me.
"Shit, Alex, you're an amazing fuck!"
I laughed. "And I'm guessing mine's not the first ass you've topped. You got skills too, Demetrius."
He laughed as well. "Yeah, I've had some practice."
We lay there for a while and chatted. He told me about some of the boys in the choir he fooled around with, and I told him I'd been hooking up mostly with athletes, though I told him that they were all closeted and I couldn't tell him who.
"Well, maybe you'll invite me over sometime when one of them's here, and we can play together," he suggested.
I turned and we kissed.
"You're still hard," I said, giving his cock a squeeze.
"I am," he replied with a wry smile.
"Do you want to go another round?" I asked.
"I do," he said and immediately lifted my legs up to my chest as he kissed me. He positioned his cock against my ass and pushed in easily, since he'd opened me up and his cum had lubed up my hole.
"I'll try to last a little longer this time," he said.
This time, he approached me more gently, slowly moving in and out while he tenderly kissed me.
"Your hole is so open now," he said. In response, I squeezed his cock tightly, and he sang out a long, deep note.
"Okay, okay, don't do that or you'll have me shooting again," he panted.
"I thought that was the point," I joked.
"It is," he said, "But not yet. I'm enjoying your ass too much."
We made out and slowly fucked for at least half an hour. He flipped me over and took me from behind, and finally, when my ass was starting to get worn out, he planted another load deep inside, and again, I felt a wave of energy pass through me.
We cleaned up. He jumped in the shower, while I pulled on a pair of sweatpants.
As he dressed, Derrick said to me, "Alex, you know I'm coming back for more of that soon? Your ass is so sweet."
"Anytime you want it," I told him.
I walked him to the front door, gave him a kiss, and he left.
As I was walking back upstairs, I tried tentatively to sing a few notes, and damned if my voice didn't already sound better. I'd always been a little tone deaf, but suddenly my voice sounded strong and clear.
"Nice," I said to myself and then climbed in the shower to clean up and started singing at the top of my voice.
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