Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2023 17:31:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bay Area Guy <bayareaguy03@yahoo.com>
Subject: Transformed Chapter 8

Transformed
Chapter 8

My next target was Allen, the actor. He was one of the only openly gay kids
in school. At least, I assumed that he was openly gay, because he was kind
of flamboyant and some of the guys picked on him and called him a fag. But
he didn't seem to care, at least not enough to change who he was. He
flounced around and was loud and a bit over the top, and most people loved
him for it, even if he was a bit marginalized in the school. He had a group
of close friends, mostly girls who fawned over him and laughed loudly as
his catty comments.

Allen was a skinny guy, average height, who seemed very comfortable in his
skin. He had a high voice and a laugh that sounded quite girlish, and he
wore long bangs that he tossed back with a shake of his head as he
talked. Overall, he was quite handsome, or maybe pretty is a better word,
because his features were so soft. The most striking aspect of his
appearance was his intense green eyes.

The year before, Allen had starred in the 8th-grade play, which was
performed in front of the whole school in an assembly. He was a fantastic
actor. I was amazed that he transformed into an entirely different person
on stage -- manly, with a deep voice and a swagger, completely different
from his personality off stage. Now in our freshman year, as I was thinking
about who to seduce, I decided that I wouldn't mind some of Allen's ability
to shape shift -- and to perform so confidently in front of a crowd.

Meeting up with Allen was a bit of a challenge, because the only class we
had together was gym. He clearly hated gym (as I had in the past) and tried
to be as invisible as possible. Now that I had become a skilled athlete, I
was comfortable with the jocks who took whatever sport we were doing
seriously. After I had decided that I wanted Allen, I made a point to hang
back one day so that I could strike up a conversation. The class was
jogging around the gym for warm ups before playing volleyball. I ran
slowly, toward the back, so that I could be closer to Allen, while the
jocks ran faster up front. I jogged next to Allen for a bit and turned and
smiled at him. He rolled his eyes.

When we stopped and everyone stood around to catch their breath, I stood
next to Allen and said, "Hey."

He looked at me with a sour, dismissive glare. "Shouldn't you be over with
the popular kids?"

I was aware that he was bullied some, I realized that he probably thought I
was trying to set him up.

"I'm just saying hey, Allen," I said in as reassuring a voice as I could
muster.

"Oh! You know who I am?" he said, sarcastically.

"Everyone knows who you are," I told him. "The whole middle school watched
you perform last year in the play. And you were fantastic."

"Mhmm. Why are you talking to me, Alexander?" he asked matter of factly.

"I just want to get to know you better," I said.

"Uh huh." He wasn't having it. "We've been in school together for years,
and we've hardly spoken. Why the sudden interest?" He looked at me with
what appeared to be annoyance.

Before I could answer, we got pulled away to play volleyball. We were on
opposing teams at the same net. As we were rotated out (each team had eight
players, with only six playing at a time, so two would rotate to the
sidelines), I tried to pick up the conversation, but Allen studiously
avoided me. After class, I tried to catch him in the locker room, but he
changed quickly without showering and headed straight off to class.

Two days later, when we had gym again, I was even more assertive. Before
class, I paused to see which locker Allen was using, then I took one right
next to his, which fortunately was in a corner away from where the other
guys were changing.

"Hey, Allen," I said.

He rolled his eyes.

"Not even a `hey' back?" I joked.

He turned to me and stared me down. "What do you want, Alexander?"

I stared straight back at him.

"You," I said.

He looked puzzled.

"I want to suck you," I said softly, looking directly at him. "And maybe
have you fuck me."

He rolled his eyes and turned away. "Oh, good God! What kind of idiot do
you take me for, Alex?"

"I'm serious, Allen. I don't think you're an idiot. I think you're hot. You
have the most beautiful green eyes."

Allen turned to me, and I looked into his eyes as intensely as I could. It
was as though I turned on a switch that started to exude my new
irresistible pheromones. I saw him visibly soften.

"Seriously?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Seriously," I said. "I think we could have some fun together."

"And why should I trust you, Alexander Thompson?"

"I'm a nice guy," I said. "Have you ever heard me be mean to anyone?"

"No," he said. "But some of the people you hang around with..."

"Allen," I said, "Don't you remember how I was at the beginning of middle
school? I was a total dork. An outsider. And I'm still that way inside."

"Well, you're certainly not a dork outside anymore," he said, giving me an
appraising look from head to toe and then blushing.

We headed out to the gym and ran our warm up laps. This time Allen didn't
actively avoid me, and after class, we chatted a little as we dressed. I
noticed that Allen never stripped all the way like most of the guys, who
changed out of jocks, took a quick shower, and then dressed before heading
out to class. Instead, Allen just took off his shorts and put on his school
pants, never getting out of his boxer briefs. I imagined he was
self-conscious about the locker room and the potential for getting
harassed.

"So, when can we hang out?" I asked him.

"Goodness, you're persistent," he said.

"So...?"

"I don't know, Alex. We'll find a time," he said, tossed his long bangs,
and walked away from me and out of the locker room. I watched his pert
little ass move away and thought that it would be hot to see it
naked. Allen was playing hard to get, and I laughed to myself as I realized
that I rather enjoyed the pursuit.

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The next day, I looked around school until I found where Allen's locker
was.

"Hey, Allen," I said.

He rolled his eyes. "You again?"

"Yup," I said and gave what I thought was my most charming smile. "So, when
are we going to hang out?"

Allen sighed.

"And what exactly is it that you want to do when we hang out?" He sounded
exasperated.

I leaned in close and whispered. "Like I said, I want to suck you off, and
I want you to fuck me."

He rolled his eyes again. (He did that a lot, I noted). "Thanks, but I'm
more of a bottom."

"That's okay," I said. "We can flip fuck."

"And exactly what experience have you had with man-on-man sex, Alex?" he
asked in a dismissive tone and with a hand gesture that suggested he was
brushing me away.

I looked him deeply in the eyes until he shivered. "More than you can
imagine," I said. And then I walked away, leaving him speechless for once.

Each day after that, I'd find him somewhere in the school and ask when we
could hang out. And each time, he'd deflect my question in some way. But I
felt like I was breaking him down. Each time, he was a little less caustic
with me. Each time he seemed a little more open.

Then one afternoon, about two weeks after I'd started pursuing Allen, I
approached him as we were leaving lunch.

"So, I'm gonna ask again. When can we hang out?"

He turned and looked straight at me. "How about now?" he said, with a sly
grin.

"Now?" I asked. "We're in school. We have class."

"So ditch your class. I know a place we can go."

I was intrigued, so I told him okay, and he led me through the hallways
that were crowded with people heading from lunch to class. We went into the
auditorium, which was deserted, and up some stairs on the side, and then
backstage. He opened a door and turned on a light, and I saw that we'd come
to a dressing room. He shut the door and locked it behind us, then turned
to face me.

"So what now, Mr. Thompson?"

I took a step toward him. "So now I kiss you." And I leaned in and kissed
him, and he kissed me back. I ran my hands over his body, which was very
thin. I ran my hand under his shirt and up to his chest and was surprised
to find a nice patch of hair in the center of his chest, between his
nipples, and I traced down a little treasure trail that led to his
crotch. He ran his hands over my body as well, feeling my muscular arms and
then my strong chest and then the bumps of my abs.

"How did you get so fucking fit, Alex? You used to be skinny like me!"

I told him that I'd been swimming and lifting weights. I didn't tell him
the real reason, that I'd been transformed by the cum from a bunch of the
school's athletes.

"Whatever you're doing, it's working," he cooed.

It struck me that now that we were alone together, somewhere private,
Allen's voice had deepened, and he'd lost some of his usual sass. I
realized that his over-the-top, flamboyant public persona might just be
another role that he played.

I kissed my way down his body as I unbuttoned his pants. I pulled his pants
down his hips, then pulled down his boxer briefs, until his cock popped
out. He had an average sized cut cock, but it was very hard, with an upward
bend. I took his cockhead in my mouth and licked around it, causing him to
shudder. Then I slowly lowered my mouth over his cock and licked my way
back up. He moaned lightly.

"I guess you do have some experience," he gasped as I went down on him.

I sucked him for a while, and then he pulled me up and kissed me again, and
then he knelt down and undid my pants and sucked me. As he bobbed up and
down on my cock, I ran my hand gently through his hair.

"That feels nice, Allen." And it did. He clearly had some experience too.

After a while, I pulled him to his feet and then pushed him down into a
chair, so that his cock was sticking straight up. I was debating where I
should take his load, but I decided for this first time, I should just
swallow him, figuring that the insight I would gain would help me learn how
to get him to fuck me. I ran my tongue over his cock as I sucked him, and
with one hand, I gently squeezed his balls, while with the other, I tweaked
his nipple. Before long, he tensed up.

"Shit, Alex, I'm gonna shoot!" And he did, a huge, tasty load right into my
mouth.

As his cum went down into me and I gained a connection to his mind, I saw
so many things. He thought that I was hot, but he didn't really trust me,
thinking I might betray him. I saw that he was almost a total bottom. He'd
never topped anyone before, but he'd bottomed quite a bit. I recognized
images of a couple of the guys who'd fucked him, including at least one
that I really thought was straight.

"My turn," Allen said, breaking my focus on his thoughts and pulling me up
into the chair. He went down on me, and I leaned back and enjoyed the
sensation. This was a boy who'd had practice and knew what he was doing,
and he made me feel amazing. I could read into his thoughts how much he
enjoyed it, and before long, I shot a nice load into his mouth, which he
swallowed.

As I came down off the high of shooting my load, Allen pulled his pants
back up and arranged his clothes.

"So, why me, Alex?" he asked. "You're hot enough that you can have
anybody." I could sense his insecurities rising to the surface.

"Well, first of all, you're cute. You have a nice face and beautiful
eyes. And seeing how you command the stage when you act in a play is really
hot. And I love your `fuck you' attitude. I know that some of the guys pick
on you, but that doesn't stop you from being yourself."

I felt him calming down and believing me.

"And I just like you."

He smiled timidly. "Well, thank you. That was fun."

"For me too," I said. "I hope we can hang out again soon."

We headed out, with just a little time before the next class began.

Over the next several days, I made a point of seeking Allen out and saying
hello, just to reassure him that I hadn't just been using him (even though,
realistically, I had, though I wasn't trying to be a jerk about it). About
a week later, we met up again for a repeat performance. We skipped lunch
one day and went to the same dressing room. This time, when I had him in
the chair, sucking him, I pulled off when he got close and went up to kiss
him. Then straddling him, I kissed him hard before pulling back.

"And now, you're going to fuck me," I told him.

I looked him straight in the eyes, and I pressed my ass against his
cock. He nodded his consent, almost imperceptibly, and bit his lip in
anticipation. I pushed down until the head of his cock popped into my
ass. My connection to his mind had faded, but I could still tell that he
was turned on and curious to top. I lowered myself slowly onto his hard
tool until his bush was pressing against my ass. Then I squeezed my ass
muscles as I pulled up. He gasped and rolled his head backward in ecstasy,
but I pulled his head forward with my hands so that I could kiss him while
I rode him. It didn't take long before his breath caught and he pumped a
huge load up inside me. While his cock was not one of the bigger cocks I'd
taken, I could feel it pulse inside me as he squirted again and again, and
as always, I felt a rush of energy flow through me.

"That was..." he stuttered, "That was amazing! Who knew I'd enjoy being a
top. But your ass, Alex..."

I went back in for another kiss, and I felt him still hard inside my ass as
I pulled off.

"But I really want you to fuck me too," he said. And in a move that
surprised me with its agility, he somehow flipped us around, moving me onto
the chair, with him standing over me. He spit into his hand and lubed up my
cock, then lowered himself onto me, just as I'd done for him. Just as I'd
done, he squeezed his ass muscles to massage my dick as he moved up and
down.

"Oh fuck, Allen!!" Although I'd been sucked off plenty of times, this was
the first time my cock had been inside an ass, and it felt amazing.

"You're not the only one with skills, baby," he joked. After only a few
minutes of his ass massaging my tool, I shot off. I grabbed him and pulled
him down hard onto me and unloaded as deep inside as I could.

"Thank you," he said. "Now we're even." He laughed a little, hopped off my
cock, wiped his ass with a tissue, then got dressed.

"We'd better get going or we'll be late for class," he said, a twinkle in
his eye.

I grabbed him for one more quick kiss then got dressed myself.

After that, Allen and I found an opportunity to fuck in school at least
once a week. Almost every time, we'd flip fuck, with me usually going first
and him going second, after he'd already shot his load in me. Usually, we'd
skip lunch, though now and then we'd skip a class. One time we snuck out of
a school assembly and fucked in a nearby bathroom stall.

I thought what I would absorb from Allen was his acting ability or
something like that, but what I got instead was his attitude, his ability
to just be himself and ignore the haters. I felt myself become more
comfortable in my own skin. I stopped worrying so much about what people
would think about me. And our fucking brought us together as friends as an
added benefit. I ate lunch with Allen sometimes, and he got to know some of
my friends, like Robby and Eric.

Through our friendship, Allen went from being on the margins of the school
community to being pretty widely accepted. HE had been respected at one
level for his talent but marginalized because of his effeminacy, something
that made so many of the guys uncomfortable because of their insecurity in
their own masculinity. Without having to tone down his behavior at all,
Allen and his circle of friends melded into my own group, which included
not only my nerdy gamer friends from before I became cool but also my more
recent sporty friends, guys like Eric and Robby I'd fooled around with and
their friends.

"Are you guys fucking?" Eric whisper to me at lunch one day.

"Of course," I told him. "He fucks me and he lets me fuck him, unlike some
other exclusive tops I know," I joked.  Eric still fucked me pretty often,
and he knew I had no complaints with taking his load anytime he wanted to
offer it.

Eric looked Allen up and down with an appreciative assessment.

"He does have a nice ass on him," he smiled. "Maybe you could share him one
day...?"

"I don't have any claims to him. You want his ass, you have to ask him!" I
said.

I had raised my voice enough that Allen caught the last bit I said. He gave
Eric the once over and smiled at him.

"Okay," I told them, "If you guys hook up, I want to hear the details!"


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