Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2024 03:26:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bay Area Guy <bayareaguy03@yahoo.com>
Subject: Transformed Chatper 21

Transformed
Chapter 21


All of this time, as I was hooking up with Danny Arturo and my soccer
teammates and a few others, I was trying to find a way to seduce Chapman
Hawthorne, the student council president. Chapman was a born politician --
charismatic, self-confident, charming. When he made announcements at the
beginning of the school day, he had a strong, steady, resonant voice. He
sounded smart without sounding like a know-it-all. He was even more
impressive in person. He was strikingly handsome, tall, with well manicured
brown hair and a self-assured air about him. He had a charismatic presence,
a solid smile, straight shoulders, and an air of maturity. He seemed like
an athlete, even though I was pretty sure that he wasn't on any sports
teams. You had a sense that he came from a wealthy family, so he probably
skied or sailed or something like that. Chapman not so much popular as well
respected. He was not exactly someone you'd want to hang out with at a
party but definitely the person you'd turn to if you needed something
important to be done.

Allen's friend, Chantal, was one of the freshman representatives on the
student council, so I asked her about how to get involved in student
government. (Of course, I didn't tell her that I was really interested in a
chance to seduce Chapman Hawthorne.) She mentioned that there was a
clothing drive coming up for which they were seeking volunteers, so I
signed up.

On Wednesday, I grabbed a quick lunch in the cafeteria then met up with
Chantal and a couple of other people for a planning meeting in one of the
classrooms. I was disappointed that Chapman wasn't there, but I figured
that this was just the first meeting. We were about eight people. There was
only one other guy, a nerdy junior I didn't know named Frank. A couple of
the girls were seniors who'd been involved in the food drive in the past,
so they led most of the conversation. I mostly listened, but when they
talked about needing someone to make an announcement, I volunteered,
figuring that would be a sure way to meet Chapman.

I noticed that several of the girls in the meeting were openly flirting
with me, smiling and batting their eyes. I was once again aware that I had
developed from something of a wallflower a couple of years ago into a
handsome and confident athlete. I reflected on what it might be like to
sleep with one of the girls. Would it have any of the same effect that
sleeping with boys did?

The idea of sleeping with a girl, though, didn't get my juices flowing at
all. I could look at a guy, think about what made him cute, and I'd feel
that little tingle in my groin. I looked at Frank, for example, who was
skinny and mousy looking, with a pimply face. But he had a sparkle in his
eyes, and his awkwardness made him vulnerable in a cute way. Yup, just
thinking that, I started to feel a tingle and knew I was starting to chub
up a bit. I could honestly find something attractive in almost any guy, and
my thoughts almost always turned to what it would be like to fuck around
with them. With girls, nothing like that happened.

*************************************

The food drive was planned to begin two weeks from now, during something
called "Spirit Week," a sort of spring homecoming. I'd start making
announcements on Monday morning. There'd be another planning meeting after
school on Monday, to get together bins to gather the donations, organize
the room where we'd store them, and take care of other logistics. I wasn't
sure whether I'd skip soccer practice to attend, since I was pretty sure
that Chapman wouldn't be there. On the other hand, a food drive was a good
cause, even if it didn't lead to a hook up. (Had I really become that
shallow?)

The next few days flew by, with lots of homework, soccer practice, a soccer
game on Friday afternoon. And of course, plenty of hook ups. That Wednesday
after practice, Gavin Rousseau asked if we could meet up again and whether
he could bring a friend. I of course agreed, and he met me in the towel
room with Kevin Dunster, the guy I'd seen in Gavin's memories having told
him about my liking to suck cock. In the end, I convinced Gavin to fuck me
from behind while I was sucking Kevin. They both came at the same time,
which was always such a rush for me, as I got a wave of energy both to my
body and my mind simultaneously.

"Dude!' Kevin exclaimed after he came. "That was amazing!!"

I quickly read Kevin's mind and saw that he was way more into guys than he
let on, even though he didn't have any experience. He put on a front as a
bro, and was one of those who made homophobic jokes, but not far under the
surface, he was checking guys out and longing to have some fun with them. I
put him on my list of guys to keep hooking up with. He was a small, wiry
guy but with a dick that was nice and thick. I figured that it would feel
nice in my ass.

As I was heading into the showers again after that, Danny walked by and
gave The Look - an intense stare and a quick nod of his head, so I followed
him back into the laundry room and he fucked me on my back on the towel
table while leaning forward to kiss me. He'd been becoming increasingly
verbal with me as he fucked me.

"Your pussy is so good, baby," he'd say. "You're so tight. You're like a
little fire"

Then he would slip into Spanish. "Eres ese fuego. Quiero follarte una y
otra vez."

 After his fucking me a few times, I found that I could understand
everything he said in Spanish.

The next day, I hooked up with Allen and Demetrius during lunchtime. As
usual, we met up in the dressing room by the stage, and Demetrius and Allen
both fucked me. While Demetrius was fucking me from behind, I was fucking
Allen, with his legs tossed over my shoulders. Demetrius tried to lean
forward to kiss Allen over man shoulder, but it was too awkward. I came in
Allen's ass at the same time that Demetrius came in mine, then Allen and I
switched places, and he fucked me as Demetrius kissed him and ran his hands
over his body.

Then, after practice, I hooked up with Hassan and Keillor. They took turns
giving it to me from each end. One would fuck my ass while the other fucked
my face, then they would trade places for a while, then trade back. They
made out with each other as they used my holes. Hassan came in my ass
first, then he pulled out, and Keillor came around and came less then a
minute later.

"Thanks dude, your ass is primo," Keillor said.

"Can't get enough," Hassan added.

After they dressed, Hassan took Keillor's face in his hands and kissed him.

"Are you two..."

"Yeah," Keillor smiled. "We're kind a dating now."

"We'd never hooked up with each other until that time with you, but..."
Hassan said.

"And since it was you who brought us together..." Keillor added.

"We thought it was okay to keep having some fun with you," Hassan finished.

"Nice," I said. It occurred to me that these two were the third couple that
I'd help hook up. Maybe that was what I was supposed to be using my gift
for.

As I headed home I got a text from Erik asking if I was free to stop by.

"have the house to myself," he texted. So I swung by his place, and he
quickly bred me in his living room. We didn't even get naked. He just bent
me over the couch, lowered my sweats to my knees, and plowed me quickly
from behind.

"Thanks," he said as he tucked his cock back into his pants. "I was horny
as fuck and couldn't focus on my homework."

"You know me," I said, "Always happy to lend a hole."

I headed home and focused on my own homework for a solid couple of
hours. Schoolwork had become pretty easy for me. The concepts in particular
were easy, and I could remember things quickly, but there was busy work
that still took time. We had a major algebra test the next day, for which I
only needed to study a little, but a writing assignment due in English that
took much more time. Around 7, my mom called up and asked if I wanted to
take a break for dinner. I went down and apologized to my parents for
wolfing down my food quickly before heading back up to study. I studied for
another couple of hours, then I played video games for a while and texted
with Robby a bit before going to sleep around 10. He was still trying to
work things out with Stephanie. They officially opened up their
relationship, but so far he hadn't hooked up with anyone else. He was
pretty sure that she had plans with someone this weekend, and he was trying
to figure out whether to be jealous or titillated.

The next day was Friday. I turned in my English essay on Of Mice and Men,
feeling like it was pretty good. I had written about prejudice against
people who were different, looking at how people had misunderstood Lennie,
and related it to modern prejudices against people. I also felt like I did
well on my algebra test. After school, we had a very brief practice, just
running the field, since we had a soccer match the next day.

That Friday night, I'd been invited to a party that some of the swim team
were throwing. Kirpal was co-hosting, but it was being held at the other
team captain's house. When I walked in, Kirpal shouted out greetings and
offered to get me a drink. He put his arm over my shoulder and led me to
the keg, which was on the back porch, but I told him that I had a match the
next morning, so opted for a soda instead. It was also true that I didn't
drink and wasn't really that interested in trying it.

Kirpal led me back into the living room, and I surveyed the room. A lot of
the guys and gals from the team were there, along with a number of other
friends, but mostly upperclassmen, with only a couple of other freshmen
there. Chung saw me and came over to chat.

"Been a while," he said.

I could feel his arousal, which made me start to get hard. I had noticed
over the past week or so that I could increasingly tell when other people
were turned on. With all of the loads I'd swallowed and minds that had been
opened up to me, it was as though I could now at least partially read even
people that I had not hooked up with. I couldn't read their minds like I
could for those I'd sucked off, but I could sense their feelings to a
degree, particularly if they were sexually arousal.

"Too long," I said. "We should make up for lost time."

He raised his eyebrows and got a smirk on his face. "Yeah?" he asked.

I nodded my assent and he called out to Kirpal, who was across the
room. "Hey, Singh!"

Kirpal came over, and Chung whispered something in his ear. Kirpal looked
at me and winked and smiled.

"Come with me," he said. He led Chung and me upstairs and down a
hall. There was a small room off one side of the hall. It had the
appearance of a guest room, rather nondescript, no personal items that
marked it as a kid's room. The three of us stepped inside, and Chung
immediately drew me into a kiss.

"Mind if I bring a couple of the other guys?" Kirpal asked. "I know I'm not
the only one who's missed your talents since swim season ended."

"Sure!" I said. This evening was turning out even better than I'd expected.

Kirpal stepped out and closed the door. Chung pulled me back into a kiss,
and we started making out passionately, as we undressed one another. Soon
we were both naked, and he lay me back on the bed, then -- without ever
breaking the kiss -- he lifted my legs and pushed his head against my
hole. Meeting a little resistance, he spit in his hand and lubed up his
cock and then pushed again, this time popping inside relatively easily. He
slowly slid further in until he had bottomed out then started gently
pumping in and out. I heard the door open and close again, but with Chung
kissing me, I couldn't see who it was. Realizing that I didn't need to keep
my walls up anymore, I let them down, releasing my energy into the room,
which pushed Chung over the top. With a grunt, he unloaded inside me.

Chung broke our kiss, pulled out, and stood up. I could see that a couple
of guys had entered the room -- Jesse Riley and Seth Schmidt, guys I'd
hooked up with in the orgy after my first swim meet. I didn't really know
Jesse well, but Seth had fucked me a bunch of times during swim season.

"Let me have a go," Jesse said. Chung stepped aside but stayed in the room
to watch. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on but left his pants on the
floor. Jesse, meanwhile, just lowered his sweats enough to let out his
cock. He used spit to lube his cock, which was already hard, and pushed it
in.

"Damn!" he said. "I forgot how sweet your hole is! You're way tighter than
my girlfriend."

As he started pounding me, a couple of more guys came into the room,
followed by Kirpal. The guys were both seniors, neither of whom had fucked
me before, though I knew them both from the team. The room was
uncomfortably crowded now.

"Nice!" one of them said. I shot a wave of energy at Jesse, which made him
bust his nut with a loud gasp.

"Okay, my turn," Seth said. Seth had me flip onto my stomach, with my feet
on the floor, laying across the bed. He fucked me standing up, grabbing my
arms behind my back and using them to hold onto me so that he could fuck me
harder.

"Fuck yeah!" he shouted out. "Damn your hole is good!"

Seth didn't last long but soon added his load to my guts.

"Who wants a sloppy hole?" he asked as he pulled out.

One of the seniors, Scott Pursell, stepped up. He'd had his dick out
stroking, but before he started, he put his head down near mine.

"Are you okay with this? Are you sober?" he asked.

"Totally sober and way more than okay. I love this!!" I said in almost a
shout.

"Cool," he said and lowered his pants. I appreciated that he checked to
make sure this was all consensual. He was tall, so he had to squat down a
bit to reach my hole. He inserted his cock, and with three loads already
lubing me up, he slid right inside. His dick was long and hit way up inside
in a manner that I really loved. He seemed to know what he was doing and
rubbed his cock repeatedly against my prostate. Soon he had me moaning, and
before I knew it, I was shooting a load onto the bedspread. That was enough
to set him off, so that he added his load deep inside my ass.

"I came on the bed," I said. "Sorry."

The host, the other team captain, Jimmy Lochner, had apparently slipped
into the room at some point, because he spoke up and assured me that it
wasn't a problem. Jesse and Seth seemed to have left while Scott was
fucking me, but Chung was still there, watching and slowly stroking his
cock.

The other senior who'd come in with Scott, Peter Cowles, took his turn and
started to pound me. Having taken five loads in such a short time -- a half
hour? certainly less than an hour -- I was buzzing with energy and
radiating it back out without even trying to control it. Peter unloaded in
me quickly, then Kirpal stepped in and took a little longer. He was used to
my ass and had lots of experience fucking in general, I knew from the few
times I'd sucked him rather than taking his load in my ass. As usual, he
had me flip back onto my back so that he could see me while he fucked me.

"You're such a slut Thompson. Is there any cock you won't take?" he asked.

"No," I whimpered. Even though I had just cum, I was still rock hard, and
Kirpal was massaging my prostate in the way that he always did. He was very
skilled.

"Such a sexy slut," Kirpal said. He loved to talk dirty while he fucked
me. Jimmy came around and climbed onto the bed and fed me his cock. He
started fucking deep into my throat, making me gag and drool, while Kirpal
kept kept hitting my prostate. Suddenly as I choked on Jimmy's cock just as
Kirpal hit me deep inside, my energy flashed out of me in what felt like an
explosion. If made Kirpal and Jimmy both shoot their loads, and as their
cum sent its wave of energy through me, I shot another hands-free load that
launched up into the air and landed on my belly.

"Damn!" Jimmy said. "That was intense."

As Kirpal stepped back and pulled his pants back up, he asked me. "Can you
take more, or are you spent?"

Two other guys who weren't on the swim team had entered the room. I didn't
know either of them, but I mumbled, "More, please."

"That's a good boy," Kirpal said and stroked my face. "Have a go," he said
to one of the guys, then headed out of the room. The guy whose name I
didn't even know but recognized as a junior or senior stepped up, pulled
his cock out of the fly of his jeans and started to fuck me. I was in a
state nirvana now, enjoying the intense sensations of getting fucked, but
feeling like I was almost out of my body, just floating in a sea of sexual
energy. With my sexual energy running so high, he didn't last long before
he unloaded in me and was immediately replaced by his friend, who lasted an
even shorter time.

After they pulled their clothes back on and left, it was just Chung left in
the room, still naked from below the waste and still stroking his hard
cock.

"That was so fucking sexy, Thompson," he said, his voice full of
admiration. "Your hole is wrecked. You're just dripping cum."

Then he said a little shyly, "Mind if I have another turn? I've never been
in a hole so loose and messy."

I just nodded my consent and smiled and lifted my legs back up. He stepped
forward, stuck his hard cock all the way in and pounded me for a good ten
minutes before releasing his nut with a shout. After he pulled out, he
helped me clean up, using a hand towel that was on the dresser to wipe my
ass, then helping me pull my clothes back on.

"You are such a champ!" he said.   

Just then Kirpal poked his head in the door again. "You doing okay?" he
asked.

"I'm good," I said.

As we walked out of the room, I told them that I needed to use the
restroom. There was one across the hall, so I went in and shut the door and
just stood there for a moment and looked at myself in the mirror. I was
kind of exhausted, but I was energized even more. In all honesty, I was not
nearly as exhausted as I thought I really should have been, and I could
already feel myself recovering. I splashed water on my face and fixed my
hair.    I took a deep breath and worked to rebuild
the walls that kept my energy contained. I had never taken so many loads in
such a short time -- ten by my count, in little more than an hour. I was
buzzing with energy, so it was a challenge to rein it in, but after a
minute, I felt like I had rebuilt my walls and it was mostly contained. I
pissed in the toilet then headed out.

*************************************

As I came down the stairs, Jimmy saw me and nodded and smiled. All of a
sudden, I realized that guy he was in conversation with, a guy whose back
was to me, was none other than Chapman Hawthorne, the student council
president. This is my chance, I thought and headed over.

As I walked up to them, Jimmy put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me
to him.

"Chapman, do you know Alex Thompson?"

"No, I don't think so," Chapman said and extended a hand to shake. His
handshake was firm, and it was accompanied with a warm, if perhaps slightly
fake, smile.

"This is Alex Thompson, the star freshman on the swim team."

I blushed a little. "I don't know about that..." I mumbled.

"Nice to meet you," Chapman said. "I'm Chapman Hawthorne."

"Of course I know who you are. Everyone does," I said. "You're the student
council president." I smiled at him in what I hoped was my most charming
way.

"So, you're on the swim team?" Chapman asked me.

"And the soccer team," I added. "I decided to become an athlete this year."

He smiled. "Well, the school needs lots of athletes to represent us."

Chapman was charming and smooth. though he also seemed rather cold and
detached. He asked me a few more questions, and I asked him about the
student council and his priorities as president. He was very good at
projecting humility, crediting lots of other people for his initiatives,
while still making clear how impressive his work was. He had perfected the
art of the humblebrag.   

All the time we were chatting, I was directing my energy at him, but it
seemed to have no effect. I thought perhaps my ability to read people was
thrown off by the excess of energy I'd recently absorbed, but there were no
indications in his body or his voice that he had any attraction to me at
all. He was polite and friendly but seemed completely uninterested in me
sexually.

After a few minutes, he politely excused himself to go talk with someone
else. Feeling a bit frustrated, I let out a wider burst of energy into the
room around me. Several people gasped, and one girl moaned in a very
sensual way, like she'd just been fondled, so I knew that my energy was
still working. But Chapman seemed completely unaffected. He simply walked
over to someone and started chatting with them. I tried a strong blast
direct straight at him, but again, it had no impact.   

I was a bit flummoxed, but I decided that it might just be the crowded room
or my excess of energy or something else.

As I was staring over at Chapman, Kirpal walked up next to me.

"Handsome, isn't he?" Kirpal said. "But straight as an arrow." He smiled at
me and shrugged.

"So, are you ready for another round, by any chance?" he asked me. I
noticed that he had walked up to me with a couple of other guys in tow.
Neither were members of the swim team, and they were juniors or seniors, so
I didn't know them, though I recognized them. They looked hot and all that
getting fucked had just made me even more horny. I was immediately hard
again.

"Sure," I said. "What the fuck!"

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