Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2023 00:32:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bay Area Guy <bayareaguy03@yahoo.com>
Subject: Transformed - Chapter 17

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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