Transformed Chapter 3
For the next couple of months, whenever Robby and I got together we fucked, sometimes multiple times. The feeling was just too amazing for us to focus on much else. We got together every weekend for prolonged sessions of sucking and fucking, and then we would meet up a few times during the week for a quick fuck or blow job after Robby's basketball practice. My mom even commented how nice it was that Robby and I seemed to have become such close friends again, though she apparently had no idea what was really going on.
Every time that I took one of Robby's loads, I felt that Robby was sharing something of his core with me. I felt as though I was absorbing some of Robby's traits, not just in terms of personality, but even physical traits. I was becoming more confident and charming, but also I felt taller and more athletic. It was ridiculous, I knew, but I couldn't shake the sense that I was absorbing some of Robby's essence whenever we fucked.
One particularly warm day during spring break, I was hanging out with Robby at my house. We had just fucked and were getting a snack, and I suggested that we play some basketball.
"Really?" Robby questioned.
It wasn't surprising that he was shocked. For as long as we'd been friends, I had never shown any interest in athletic activities with him. When we were little, we'd played tag together and things like that, and we'd always gone swimming together in the summers, but beyond that, we mostly played video games or watched TV or did other things together. Robby had always relied on other friends to play sports with him, because I was never interested and frankly not very good.
"Sure," I said. "We haven't shot hoops together in ages."
"Dude, I don't think we've EVER shot hoops," Robby laughed
"Well, there's a first time for everything." I wasn't exactly sure why I was suddenly interested in playing basketball with Robby, but I was.
We walked over to Robby's house, since he had a basketball hoop set up in his driveway.
"Horse or one-on-one?" Robby asked.
"Let's try a little one-on-one."
"Okay," Robby said, skeptically, raising his eyebrows at me.
To be honest, I had never really played basketball, other than the couple of weeks each year in gym that we focused on the sport. And I had always been really bad at it then and didn't enjoy it. But somehow I felt confident about it now.
Robby started dribbling slowly, heading toward the basket, and I quickly snatched the ball out of his hand and made a perfect layup.
"Dude!" Robby said, with his mouth open in shock.
"You gotta try harder than that," I said, laughing.
After that, Robby took me more seriously, and we played an intense game for about an hour, until we were both drenched in sweat and exhausted. Robby won the game, by several points, but I played hard and pushed Robby to play harder and better.
"Where the fuck did you learn to play basketball like that?!" Robby asked as we were sitting on his front stoop, catching out breath.
"I dunno. I just did." I responded, but in my mind I understood that my sense that I had been absorbing something from Robby was true. I'd managed to absorb some of Robby's basketball skill, and my body had even begun to adapt to Robby's athleticism. My body was changing; I was growing taller and stronger and more athletic. In school, I'd also picked up some of Robby's strength at math without losing my own skills at English and science, as I was finding math much easier this year than I had in the past.
Of course, I knew that the fun with Robby couldn't last forever. Because of my continuing mental connection with Robby, I knew that Robby was mostly straight and was just enjoying the pure physicality of what we were doing when we fooled around, that his strong emotional connection with me made it easier but that it was mostly about just getting off. I was impressed that Robby didn't worry about labels, that he wasn't nervous about being thought of as gay. But I understood that Robby was primarily attracted to girls, and I sensed that Robby was becoming more and more interested in them. Even while we were fucking, I understood that Robby would often imagine that he was fucking a girl. This might have made other guys jealous, but I accepted it and appreciated that Robby was both enjoying himself and making me feel great. Robby remained kind and generous, the perfect definition of a friend with benefits.
Eventually the inevitable happened and Robby started "going with" a girl in our grade, Stephanie. It didn't lead to an end of our play sessions, because Robby and Stephanie weren't doing anything more than kissing, but it did mean that we couldn't meet as often. Robby was gentle about it, worried about hurting my feelings, but I made clear to Robby that I understood.
"I know you're straight, Robby," I said. "And Stephanie seems like a nice girl."
I knew Stephanie a little from classes, and she did seem nice, a pale blonde, white girl from a well-to-do family but down to earth and kind to others. We hung out all together a few times, and she was nice to me. Eventually, as Robby and Stephanie hung out more and more, my escapades with Robby diminished to once a week, and then by the end of 8th grade, to just a couple of times a month.
Robby encouraged me to try to find another gay guy to hang with.
"You're hot," he said. "You should be able to find someone."
But of course, things weren't quite so easy for gay guys in middle school. I tried to pursue my own opportunities, but in 8th grade no one was actually out, so it made things harder. I couldn't really "go with" another boy, but I really wanted to try some things with some other kids. Now that I was becoming more confident in my identity as gay, I began to notice other boys at school, especially some of the athletic boys whose bodies had begun to develop. Soon these other boys began to enter my fantasies, since for all the sucking and fucking that Robby and I were doing, I still jerked off at least once every day and often two or three times.
There was Charlie, a half-Chinese, half-white kid who played soccer and had a tight, toned body. We were in math and science together, and I had been partnered with him on a couple of projects. He had these intense eyes and an ironic smile that melted my heart.
Then there was Jamal, a short, dark-skinned kid who, like Charlie, played soccer. He had been later to develop than some others in our age group, but he had a tight body and open smile that I found charming. And I was almost certain that Jamal was gay -- or at least bi -- from the sparks that I felt whenever we chatted.
Finally, there was Erik, a tall, tanned, muscular kid who looked like he could have come straight from Scandinavia. He played baseball and had already started to develop muscular arms that he showed off by wearing tight T-shirts. While I imagined that I might have a chance with Charlie and Jamal, I was almost certain that Erik was straight, but I still enjoyed appreciating how sexy he was.
Increasingly, my jerk-off fantasies focused on boys like Charlie, Erik, and Jamal, fantasizing about sucking them and getting fucked by them. I wondered whether I'd have the same kind of connection with them that I'd had with Robby through sex. I doubted it, since I thought it was because I'd already had such a deep connection with Robby before we fooled around that this had happened. But the idea of swallowing these guys' loads and seeing into their minds or taking their loads up my ass and gaining part of their essence appealed to me. I appreciated their sexy bodies, and I admired them and wanted to be more like them.
That year in 8th grade, when I was hooking up with Robby so regularly, I grew three inches. I found myself interested in my body in a way that I had never been before. I started swimming regularly at the YMCA where my family had a membership, and I began to spend a little time in the weight room before each swim. My body became more muscular at an amazingly fast rate. I even found myself becoming more interested in sports. My interest in challenging Robby to a basketball game was not a fluke, and I now occasionally joined him in pick up games.
I also got more interested in watching sports. I went to watch a number of Robby's basketball games during their season, and then in the spring I started going to soccer games and even a couple of baseball games -- in part because of my new-found interest in sports, in part so that I could watch the hot boys exert themselves. When I got home, I always jerked off thinking about the hot athletes I'd just watched. My favorite fantasy was about joining the soccer team in the showers after a match and having one player after another use my ass and mouth, while the whole team looked on.
By summer before my freshman year in high school, I was jerking off four or five times a day. I had an incredible sexual energy. Sometimes I would cum and then just keeping jerking myself off, using my load as lube, until I came again five or ten minutes later. I had a growing repertoire of fantasies, but sometimes I just focused on my own newly developing body -- the muscles that had started to appear on my arms, my chest that had begun to develop, and my stomach that had begun to show abs -- and the pure physical pleasure of getting off.
Once school let out, I saw very little of Robby, who had basketball camp and was spending more and more time with Stephanie when he wasn't in camp. I was busy myself at the beginning of the summer, taking a lifesaving class at the local pool. I was surprised on the first day that I showed up for lifesaving training that one of my fantasy boys -- Erik, the baseball player -- was in the class as well. In the past, I probably never would have spoken with Erik, but with my new self-confidence, I walked right up to him and said hey. I asked him why he wasn't in summer baseball.
"I am," Erik said, "but it's in the afternoons and evenings. My parents thought it'd be good for me to get lifeguard training to maybe get a job as a lifeguard later in the summer."
Erik and I became friendly in the classes, talking a lot during breaks. I enjoyed seeing Erik's muscular body clad only in a swim suit, even though the more we talked, the more sure I was that Erik was straight. He was so masculine and seemed really tough. For a 14-year-old, Erik was very well developed. I had always been careful to avoid looking at other boys in the showers, but over the past year, I had lost most of my shyness. When we showered together, Erik and I checked one another out, in the way that straight guys often do.
"How'd your arms get so developed?" I asked him while we were showering one day.
Erik flexed and posed, then laughed. "We have to lift a lot for baseball. Every other afternoon all year we're supposed to lift. You have to bulk up to be good at batting."
Erik looked me over. "You look like you've been lifting yourself. You're developing pretty well."
"Thanks," I said and blushed a bit. Erik smiled at me in a way that melted my heart a little, even as I told myself that Erik was straight.
A few times, we ate lunch together after class, when Erik had late baseball practice. There was a cheap local burger place next to the pool, so we'd grab a burger and chat for a while. On the day of the last class, at the end of the second week, Erik invited me to come to his game.
"Our first game is tonight. You should come watch."
I told him I'd come and found out where they were playing. When I got home that afternoon, I asked my mom if it was okay, since the game was at 5, which meant I'd miss dinner. She agreed, so at around 4:30, I road my bike across town to the baseball field at one of the local parks and joined the small group of people cheering on the teams.
Erik was on a team called the Cardinals, after the St. Louis Cardinals, and they were playing against the Mets. They were teams in what was called the Major Leagues, a local league with advanced junior high and high school students. Erik played second base. He looked good in his tight baseball pants that highlighted his crotch. I sat in the stands and cheered him and his team on. There were some other hot looking guys on both teams, so even though I didn't care much about baseball, I enjoyed the game, which his team won 5 to 2.
Afterward, I was just going to hop on my bike and ride home, but Erik called out to me.
"Hey Alex! Thanks for coming!"
I walked over to him. "Good game," I told him and gave him a fist bump. Alex had hit a single in one inning and a double in another and scored one of the 5 runs.
"Thanks!" he said. He waved goodbye to a couple of his teammates.
"Wanna go grab a Coke?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. His uniform was dusty, and he was a little sweaty, and as we walked across the parking lot to the concession stand, him carrying his sports bag over his shoulder, I suddenly felt a strange tension between us.
We ordered a couple of sodas. "Wanna go for a walk?" he suggested. I agreed, and he led the way over to an area across the parking lot, where a path into the woods began. He started down the path, and I followed. It was a little after 7 by then, so the sun was still up, but it was starting to get dark. The path led deep into the woods, where it was much darker and quiet. After walking for a while in silence, we came to a fallen log, and he suggested we sit down. Erik sat on one end and dropped his gym bag on the ground. I sat down not too far from him.
"So, um, thanks again for coming," he said, sort of awkwardly. "It's good to see you outside of swim class."
"It was fun to watch you play. You were good."
Erik smiled a little and turned to me. "So, you like watching me?" he said, smirking.
"I, um ..." I wasn't sure where this was going.
"That's okay. I like watching you too." He said and then turned away and blushed.
I was taken aback. "Erik, are you saying...?"
Suddenly confident, Erik turned to me. "You've got a hot body. Watching you every day in your swim trunks the past two weeks. You look good."
I looked in his eyes, and it was clear that he was not nearly as straight as I had imagined. I leaned forward and planted my lips on his. It was a tentative kiss at first, but he smiled and moved closer, and soon we were making out passionately. He held my head in his hand, and I wrapped my arms around him. We kissed for a long time and felt each other's bodies. He grabbed my dick through my shorts, which was of course very hard and leaking, and I grabbed his and found that he was just as hard. Then, getting my courage up, I asked him, "Can I suck you?"
"Seriously?! You want to?" he said with a bit of surprise. "Definitely!" he said with enthusiasm.
I stood up in front of him and undid his belt and then unsnapped his pants. He was wearing a jock and his hard dick was peaking out of the top. I stretched the tight fabric down, and his dick popped out. He was uncut and leaking, and it made me lick my lips. He had to be a good seven inches, almost as long as Robby, though skinnier. I licked the head of his dick and could taste the musk from his sweat. I put my mouth around his cock and then went slowly down on him, while he moaned.
"F-u-c-k-k-k-k!" he said and leaned back and closed his eyes.
I started sucking him with enthusiasm, going up and down and using my tongue to pleasure him. He was sweaty and musky after his game, but that just turned me on more. I pulled my cock out of my shorts and started to jerk myself. Erik put his hands on my shoulders and massaged them while I went down on him. Before long, he groaned and without warning shot his load into my mouth. That set me over the edge, and I shot my load on the ground.
As Erik's load went into my stomach, I was suddenly rocked by a wave of understanding again. As with Robby before, I could suddenly connect to Erik's mind. I could see that he had been lusting after me for weeks. He'd noticed me this spring at school and had been excited for me to be in the swim class. He thought I was hot and had been trying to figure a way to hook up. But he was nervous too and not at all sure that I would be into him in the same way. And he was amazingly happy that this had happened, and I understood that this was his first time.
"Damn, Alex! That was amazing."
He pulled me up from the ground and kissed me, tasting his own cum on my tongue.
"You've never had a blow job before?" I asked.
"No man. But I've wanted one! And that was outstanding!"
He kissed me some more, even though it was a little awkward with our pants around our ankles.
"Erik, dude, we should get dressed before someone comes by."
We pulled our pants up and then stood there for a minute.
"Can we do this again sometime?" he asked. "I mean, now that lifeguard class is over, maybe we can hang out sometime? I'm free most mornings now."
"Sure," I said. I sensed just how much I'd rocked his world. He had wanted me, had hoped that something might happen, but really had no expectation that it would. And now he was smitten, more by the sex than by me, but he clearly wanted more.
"What are you doing this weekend?" he asked. "Want to come hang at my house tomorrow?"
"I think I can," I said. "Let's plan on it."
He grabbed his bag, and we walked back out of the woods and over to the bike rack where we'd both parked our bikes. We unlocked and he looked at me and blushed.
"Dude, that was..." He laughed. "I want more."
We hopped on our bikes and rode up the street together for a while, before I turned toward my house.