Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2023 14:57:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bay Area Guy <bayareaguy03@yahoo.com>
Subject: Transformed Chapter 7

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.

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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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