Transformed Chapter 23
When I got home, I was still feeling restless and out of sorts. I was craving more sex but also knew that I really probably shouldn't get fucked anymore. The energy that I had absorbed was becoming almost too much for me to contain.
My mom had made some soup that was almost ready, our traditional Saturday night meal. I watched a little TV, then mom called me to the table, and my parents and I sat down to chicken noodle soup with cornbread. My dad asked me to tell him about my soccer match, so I went into some detail about what had happened. I was still very fidgety, but talking like this helped to distract me.
"I guess I didn't think you'd play as a freshman," my dad said, "particularly with no experience in soccer. If I'd known, I would have come to the game."
"We're honestly not used to your being in sports," my mom added. "You never had any interest growing up, so we never developed the habit of going to games like other parents."
"We'll have to adapt," my dad said.
There was a lull in the conversation, then my mom turned to me with a rather serious tone.
"So about this party last night, Alexander. Did you drink? You've seemed not yourself today."
"No mom," I said, "I didn't drink. There was alcohol there, but I didn't have any. I had a match today."
"Well," my dad chimed in, "We trust you. But please made good choices."
Good choices, I thought to myself, as my parents started talking about something between themselves. Was I making good choices? I was not drinking or doing drugs. I was doing well in all of my classes. I had become athletic and was now in better shape than I had ever been before in my life. But I had been more of a slut this weekend than I'd ever imagined possible. I assumed that I should feel bad about it, that I should view it as a bad choice, but honestly, I found my weekend adventures amazing, exciting, fulfilling. Just thinking about it again made me start to get hard, which was a bit awkward at the dinner table with my parents.
"So, what do you think, Alex?" my mother asked.
"I'm sorry, what?" I hadn't heard a word that had been said.
"About going to the Rockies for vacation this summer?" my dad added.
"Oh. Sure. That'd be fine."
I had finished two bowls of soup and two large slices of cornbread with butter and honey.
"Can I be excused?" I asked.
"You don't want ice cream?" my mom asked.
"I'll get some later," I said as I got up from the table, doing my best to conceal my half-chubbed up cock.
In truth I wanted to get upstairs to be alone, because thinking about the sex I'd had in the last 24 hours was making me very horny again. I wanted to get to my room to jerk off. When I got there, I locked the door, then immediately stripped naked. I grabbed some body lotion and started stroking my cock, going back through last night and today, trying to remember each of the cocks that had been in my mouth and ass. I got myself on the verge of an orgasm really quickly, but then I pulled back.
Usually I came as quickly as I could when I jerked off, and if I was still horny, I would just go for another round. But it felt good to wait and not cum quite so fast. I went back to my memories and jerked off a bit more, imagining that I could feel the cocks and all of those loads in my ass. I got close to shooting but again pulled back, sending a strange shivering sensation through my body. I did this a few more times, getting close to shooting my load but holding back at the last minute, waiting until I'd calmed down, then starting again. My body was starting to feel hyper-sensitive. It was a strange feeling, but I liked it. It felt like a way to channel all of the sexual energy I'd been building up.
I kept jerking, getting close to coming, pulling back, calming down, then starting over for well over an hour, until finally I couldn't take it any more and allowed myself to go over the edge. My orgasm was amazing! I shot clear over my head and hit the wall behind me. The next two shots hit my face, then three or four more shots coated my chest. I kept cumming for a total of ten or eleven shots, and at the end I was completely drained. I felt like I had spewed out my whole life force.
I was completely soaked in cum. I scooped a little up and tasted it. What would happen if I swallowed my own cum, I wondered? Would I be able to read my own mind? The thought made me laugh, but I scraped more cum off of my face and licked it off my fingers. It didn't seem to have any effect, but still, I thought, why waste perfectly good cum? I scraped as much as I could off of my chest and face and swallowed it, feeling like I'd discovered a new treat. I used my cum rag to clean myself the rest of the way, then I fell back onto the bed exhausted. I barely managed to pull the covers up over myself before I fell asleep.
I woke up on Sunday morning feeling much as I had the morning before, agitated and itching to get fucked. I knew that I could easily find cock if I wanted, but I thought about what Robby had said and decided that I should take a break, or at the very least to cut back a bit.
Since I was horny, I decided to edge myself again, as I had the night before, but I only made it three times before I went too far to stop and shot my load. I scraped the cum off of my belly and ate it. This was new for me, eating my own cum, but I liked it. I paused to see if it transformed me in any way, but I couldn't sense anything. I wondered if feeding my cum to others had any impact on them? Allen was the only person I'd fucked, and I'd fucked him quite a few times, but he didn't seem to be affected at all.
I pulled on some sweats and wondered downstairs. My dad was sitting in the living room reading the Sunday newspaper, and I went and took the comics, got myself a bowl of cereal, and sat down to read them as I ate. By the time I finished breakfast, the itch was starting to take hold of me again. My hole was clenching and unclenching, trying to tell me that it needed a cock inside. Or two. Or three. Or... You get the drift. My dick was starting to plump up again, so I rushed back upstairs, closed and locked my door, and stripped again.
I started edging myself, thinking back before this weekend to all of the amazing sex that I'd had since I first hooked up with Robby so long ago in my basement. I thought relived the fun I'd had with Erik and Carlos, and then all of the guys after. I thought of my first gang bang after my first swim meat, and then the huge number of people who'd fucked me over the past few months. This time, taking time to focus on all of my hot experiences, I took myself successfully to the edge about eight times before I finally gave in and came. This load shot up and hit my chin, which I found surprising, since I'd just cum an hour or so before. Still, I found that jerking myself like this, reliving one by one the amazing fucks I'd had over the past year or so, helped release some of my tension. Feeling less strung out, I turned on the TV and found a show I liked.
-how you doing? Robby texted.
-okay, I responded.
-you know what I mean. How you doing with...
-Okay have been taking care of myself
-???
-Jerking off a lot
-Oh cool
-let me know if you need me
-dude
-just saying [winking emoji]
I went back to my TV show. It was pretty mindless, but it was funny and kept my mind off of my need for cock. This time, I made it a couple of hours before the urge started to well up inside of me. I debated whether I should edge myself again, but I decided that a little infusion of cum might suffice just as well.
-dude, I wrote Robby.
-want me to cum over? he replied.
I sent a devil emoji.
-be right there.
A few minutes later, Robby walked in my room. He was such a fixture at our house, that he knew he could just let himself in and walk up to my room without any questions. I had unlocked the door and was waiting for him naked and ass up on the bed.
"Whoa!" he said. "Guess you need it bad."
I just wiggled my ass a little. He locked the door behind him then came up behind me, hooked his sweats under his balls, and pushed his hard cock against my hole. I'd had Robby's cock more than anyone else's, and it was still my favorite. I knew that he was too straight for us to ever work as a couple (I knew this for a fact, since I had sucked him often enough to reach very deep into his mind, and it was clear that he mostly was attracted to women and imagined a future for himself with a wife and kids). But there were still times that I dreamed about us becoming an item.
He fucked me hard for a few minutes, pounding into me without remorse, slapping his body against mine so that it made a sharp smacking noise. Rather quickly, I could tell that he was building up to an orgasm, so just as he got close, I squeezed my ass muscles and sent a powerful wave of my energy to him, knowing that it would intensify the feelings. He unloaded in my ass with a loud grunt and then collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, with his cock deep inside.
After a few minutes, he rolled off and lay down on the bed next to me.
"So what gives?" I asked. "Why are you suddenly so into fucking me?"
There was a long pause. He pulled his sweats back up to cover his junk and lay there thinking.
"Not getting enough from Stephanie?" I prodded.
"Well, not much," he admitted. "She's hooked up with a couple of other guys lately, so we haven't been doing it as much. But then when we do get together, she tells me all about it while we fuck, and to be honest, it really fucking turns me on. I know that I should be jealous, and part of me is, but mostly I just think it's sexy to think about someone else doing it with her and imagining it. Maybe it's my bi side,"
He took a deep breath. "And to be honest, I guess I kind of feel the same way about you. The more other guys you're getting with, the more turned on I am to fool around with you."
"Lots of things turn different people on," I said. "I've really been enjoying having fun with so many different guys -- not just absorbing so many different things from them, but the fun of getting fucked. I don't know why, but it really turns me on. Getting fucked by multiple guys, and I think most of all getting watched by others. I guess I'm really a slut by nature."
I paused for a moment while I thought it over.
"But I guess I also think sometimes that maybe I should find a boyfriend. I should find one guy that I really connect with that I could rely on and who could rely on me."
"It's been nice having a girlfriend," Robby broke in. "But honestly it was getting a little boring until we opened things up ... even if I haven't acted on it."
"Well, having a boyfriend wouldn't necessarily mean I'd have to be exclusive. You know, like Charlie and Tom are pretty steady right now, but the three of us are still fool around sometimes. And Allen and Demetrius are definitely not exclusive. I know Allen in particular likes to have fun."
I thought about it.
"But still, maybe having one person who was my steady and cutting back on the rest, maybe that would help pull things back a little."
"But wouldn't you be limiting the things you could get from different people? I thought you were on a mission to absorb everybody's super power and become the best at everything," Robby joked, but I knew that he was only half joking.
"I still need to get Chapman Hawthorne to fuck me," I said and smiled.
That reminded me that I hadn't told Robby what happened with Chapman at the party. I related to him how I had finally met Chapman and tried to seduce him but that he seemed completely uninterested.
"Maybe you're not his type?" Robby offered.
I thought about that, but it struck me that I seemed to be able to attract almost any guy who was into guys.
"I'm not sure that matters," I told him. "Even total bottoms like Allen like to top me."
I thought back on the orgy in the locker room.
"Although, when I got that orgy going in the locker room yesterday, not all of the guys were into it. A few left the room right away, and a few looked really grossed out. My energy clearly didn't affect everyone." It just occurred to me to wonder what practice would be like on Monday, after what happened after our match.
"Interesting," Robby pondered. "We'll have to keep testing it."
"Speaking of which," I told him, "I should be with Chapman again tomorrow for morning announcements. I'll see if I can have any luck getting his attention when we're one-on-one."
"Keep me posted," Robby said.
After Robby left, I was still bouncing with energy, but it didn't feel quite as overwhelming as it had and controlling it wasn't taking quite as much effort. I played video games for a while, and I felt myself start to get horny again, but it wasn't as powerful. I decided to edge myself a little more anyway to see if that helped to diminish it again. I managed to get myself on edge twelve times before I finally shot my load, and it was powerful, though it didn't shoot that far, since I'd already cum a few times that day. Still, it did help my energy to resettle a little.
I got myself some dinner -- my parents had gone to a concert -- and felt halfway back to normal by the time I went to bed. I jerked off one more time before bed, edging myself just a few times before shooting, and then I fell into a peaceful, if erotic, sleep, where I dreamed of all the sex I'd had on Friday and Saturday happening at once, in a great auditorium where people were watching me get fucked and could buy tickets to get their chance. In my dream, I was in heaven, as one person after another came to unload in my ass. First it was people I knew from school, mostly the athletes who'd been using me lately, but then it was strangers enjoying me -- and I was enjoying them. Each one was different, and each one left a little something of themselves inside me that I absorbed and shaped into ...
Well, before I saw what I was making from all of this life energy being poured into me, I woke with a start. It was the middle of the night, but I was as hard as I had ever been. I jerked off, culminating in a powerful orgasm with a huge load of cum that splattered across my chest and belly. I was about to wipe myself off but then decided not to waste the cum and swallowed as much of it as I could.
Contented and calmed once more, I fell solidly back to sleep and did not wake up again until my alarm went off telling me that it was time to get ready for school.
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