Transformed Chapter 1
The dream was so vivid and intense that I understood immediately it was some kind of vision. Whether the dream showed some idealized future, a vision of what could possibly happen, or a glimpse into what was actually going to happen, I was not sure. But the dream came every night for weeks, and every time I woke up in a hot sweat, my heart beating fast and breathing hard, with my cock painfully hard and my pajamas full of a sticky load I'd just shot.
My name is Alexander, and I'm from a boring family in a boring town full of solid, respectable people. My parents are good folk who love me and took care of me but expected that nothing exciting or out of the ordinary would ever happen in our lives. They expected me to get good grades, to go onto college and major in something unremarkable like finance, and then to go on and work for a bank or become an accountant. But in my dream, I had become something else entirely -- an extraordinary person, not just powerful but capable of things beyond the abilities of any ordinary human being.
The dream first came to me when I hit puberty a few months before my thirteenth birthday, and if I had told anyone about it, they would have just written it off as the kind of wet dream that every boy experienced at the age of twelve or thirteen. (I'd taken the health class where we all learned about our bodies!) But unlike most dreams, this one had no plot, no particular story or events that culminated in an orgasm. Instead, the dream just gave me a sense of myself transformed into a remarkable being, physically, mentally, and sexually powerful, and my sexual energy burst forth in an explosion of cum that baptized the world around me. I could not tell exactly how old I was in the dream, probably in my early twenties. But the dream was so palpable and real -- and I experienced it so many times -- that I knew to take it seriously.
When the dream began, I had just grown my first pubic hair above my cock, and my cock and balls had just started to grow. Over the next several months, I noticed as hair began to sprout in my arm pits, and I found not only that my genitals were getting larger, but that I was hard almost all of the time. My nightly wet dream happened despite the fact that I began jerking off at least once every day.
The first time that I had the dream, I had woken up with my dick still achingly hard and a small amount of cum in my pants, and I touched myself and almost instinctively began to rub the cum on my cock, using it as a sort of lube, feeling how good it felt to move my wet hand up and down my rod until I surprised myself by shooting another load. Despite having cum twice in the night, I woke with morning wood the next day and began to play with myself again. My crotch was crusted in dried cum, but I spit into my hand and used the spit to lube myself up until I shot yet another load.
The first time that I jerked off, I just focused on how amazing rubbing my dick made me feel, with the dream lingering somewhere in the back of my mind. But the second time, in the morning, I began to fantasize about my best friend Robby. I imagined how it would feel to touch Robby, to suck on Robby's dick, and how amazing it would be to have Robby suck me. As I shot my load, I imagined that I was shooting it in Robby's mouth.
After that, almost all of my jerk off sessions involved fantasies about my friend Robby, about sucking Robby and tasting his cum, about Robby sucking me and swallowing my load. It wasn't that I really expected or even imagined getting together with Robby. It's just that I knew Robby's body better than anyone else's other than my own. We had been friends forever, and we'd changed together so many times over the years and had hundreds of sleepovers together, so I'd seen him naked tons of times. Plus, Robby was objectively handsome -- tall with smooth chocolate skin, self-confident, a little bit cocky, with large kissable lips.
I came to terms pretty quickly with the fact that I was gay and that it was boys' bodies that turned me on. After a couple of months of jerking off to my fantasies about sucking Robby, I got online and started reading some porn and learned about fucking, something I hadn't really thought of before. I jerked off to some videos, but frankly I was more turned on by imagining someone I knew. I began to fantasize about Robby fucking me and cumming in my ass. I knew that it wasn't a realistic possibility, and I was comfortable with just keeping this as my fantasy.
At 13, when the story really begins, I was a pretty average 8th grader -- thin, with a cute face and sandy hair that got streaks of blond in the summer. I was not particularly athletic, but I did love to swim. In the summer, I'd spend days at the beach or the pool and would develop a dark tan line. I was a bit shy, an A student who learned easily but was so quiet that I was often overlooked. I enjoyed gaming and science and thought of myself as a quintessential nerd.
My friend Robby, in contrast, was a star athlete who was noticed by almost everyone. He had always been tall for his age, and he'd shown an aptitude for nearly every sport, but basketball was where he stood out. Even as a 6th grader, he had easily made it onto the middle school team. He had smooth brown skin and kept his curly hair close to his head in a clean fade, and over the summer before 7th grade, he had shot up suddenly by almost half a foot. Now, in 8th grade, Robby was one of the most popular and admired kids in school. Handsome and confident, despite his lanky frame, Robby always attracted attention. He was a star athlete, but he was also smart. We were both good students, in fact. While I was better at English and Science, Robby was really strong at math.
Robby and I had been friends since pre-school. We lived on the same block and had held playdates together when we were little. We had gone to kindergarten together and had often been in the same class throughout elementary school. We each made other friends, particularly as Robby had gotten more interested in sports, while I found new people to play video games with. But we still remained close friends and hung out regularly. Even if we didn't see one another for a couple of weeks, we could always pick right up where we left off as though we'd never been apart.
About a year after I had begun to experience my nightly wet dream and to masturbate daily while fantasizing mostly about my friend, I invited Robby over for a sleep over with the intent of coming out to him. I assumed that Robby was straight, and I was determined that I needed to learn to put my fantasy life aside and to find a way to maintain our friendship, even as my body was trying to pull me in different directions. I felt like I could tell Robby anything, and so I had decided that I would come out to Robby, if an opportunity to talk about it came up. I'd never told anyone that I was gay, but I wanted to tell Robby.
Robby and I used to have sleep overs all the time, but since we'd started middle school, they'd become less common. That night, as we always did, we put down sleeping bags on the floor of the basement family room. My mom ordered pizza, and we spent a couple of hours eating slices while playing video games on the big screen TV. At about 11 p.m., we turned out the lights and climbed into our sleeping bags. We started talking about how things were going in middle school, what we thought of our teachers now that we were in 8th grade, new people we'd met this year. Robby talked a little about basketball practice and how things had changed from last year, now that he was one of the leaders of the team.
After a pause in the conversation, Robby quietly said, "So, do you jerk off yet?"
"What?!" I replied.
Robby turned onto his side to look at me with a wry smile. "Do you jerk off? Can you cum yet?"
"Uh..." I stammered.
Robby lay back down. "I started to get hair in my crotch in 6th grade, and last year I started to jerk off. I jerk off like every day now."
"Me too," I whispered. "But I just started a couple of months ago."
Robby bolted back up. "Really?! That's so cool! You wanna jerk off together?"
"Uh..." I didn't know how to respond. I had totally not expected things to move in this direction, and I didn't want to seem too eager.
"Some of the guys on the basketball team were talking about jerking off together and how much they could shoot." He seemed a little nervous. "I think it would be cool for us to do it together."
I was of course rock hard by now. "Sure," I whispered.
"Cool," Robby said and smiled broadly. He opened his sleeping bag, and I could see that he was rock hard as well. We were both in T-shirts and underpants, what we always wore for our sleep overs, and Robby immediately stripped off his shirt. He pulled down his underpants, and his hard cock popped out and slapped his stomach.
"Damn, Robby! You're huge!" I said. I had seen him naked plenty of times, but I'd never seen him hard before. His dick was cut and had to be more than 7 inches long, hard and straight. It was even more beautiful than I'd imagined.
"Come on, Alex! Get naked! I wanna see yours!" Robby said.
I took my shirt off, and then slid down my underpants. My cock was not as big, but it was a decent size for my age and I was hard as could be.
"You're getting a nice bush," Robby said and ran his hand through the scruff of hair above my cock.
That made me moan, and Robby laughed in response. He grabbed his own cock and gave it a few pumps.
"Come on! Let's jerk off."
I grabbed my cock too, and we both laid back and for a couple of minutes and played with our cocks while we studied one another.
"Can I touch yours?" Robby asked.
"Um, sure," I responded. Robby reached over and took my cock in his hand. He ran it up and down a few times. Then he took his hand away, and I thought he was done, but he spit in his hand and then put it back on my cock and began to pump it harder, lubricated now.
"You can touch mine, if you want," Robby said. At once, I scooted closer to Robby so that I could get a better grip and reached over to put my hand around Robby's cock. I just held it for a moment. It was amazing how different another person's cock felt compared to my own. Robby's cock was both hard and incredibly soft at the same time. I squeezed it a little and then moved my hand up and down, and Robby let out a sigh of pleasure, which made me almost melt.
"Damn, that feels good," Robby said. Robby put his hand back on my cock, and we started stroking each other, leaning our shoulders against one another. For me, this was my fantasy come true. I was in heaven.
"You, um..." Robby said softly. "You wanna try sucking me?"
I froze. I let go of Robby's cock and sat up sharply.
"You don't have to!" Robby said quickly. "I didn't mean to... I just thought..."
The gears in my head were working hard. I had meant to tell Robby about myself, but then this had happened. And now I was worried that Robby would think I had taken advantage of him or something. But I had made up my mind, and I needed Robby to know.
"Robby," I said. "Robby, I want you to know, I ... I think I'm gay."
Robby shrugged and said, "I figured."
He lay back down and folded his arms behind his head (his hard cock still sticking temptingly straight up). "I think I've known for a long time. And it's okay."
He was quiet for a second, then added, "I think I'm straight. Mostly. I mean, who knows. I mean I'm a 13-year-old who's horny all the time. So who knows?" He laughed a little.
"What do you mean, you've known?" I asked. I was honestly aghast.
Robby turned to face me. "Alex, I've known you my whole life and I think I might know you better than you know yourself sometimes. I've just kind of always assumed you were gay. Not in a creepy way, or anything. Just a sense. And it's cool with me. You are who you are."
I was taken aback. "I ... um..."
"So, do you want to try sucking my cock?" Robby said, thrusting his crotch forward and waggling his eyebrows. "I mean, if you want to, I'm down for it..."
I hesitated for a second, but then thought, what the fuck! This was exactly what I'd fantasized about for many months now! I leaned over to where Robby's very inviting cock was pointing at me. I licked tentatively at the head once and then again. Robby was cut, so his head stuck out distinctly away from the skin. I licked down the length of the cock once and then back up. Then I formed my mouth into an O and slowly engulfed the hard dick, easing down until the tip hit the back of my throat.
"Oh man," Robby sighed in pleasure. "That feels so fucking go-o-o-od!"
That gave me the encouragement I needed. I started moving up and down on Robby's cock, instinctively knowing to keep my teeth away and to use my tongue to caress the length. Robby gently stroked my hair and quietly moaned. I took Robby a little deeper, relaxing so that the tip could go into my throat, and soon I had my nose buried in Robby's new pubes. I was in ecstasy sucking my friend, and Robby didn't last long. After just a couple of minutes, he grunted.
"I'm..." Robby groaned. "Alex, I'm gonna cum..."
I didn't pull off but kept sucking until Robby cried out and shot a squirt in my mouth, then another, and another. I held it all in his mouth. I pulled off Robby's cock, savored the taste for a minute -- salty and sweet at the same time -- then swallowed.
And that was when the miracle happened for the first time, and my dream took the first step toward becoming reality.
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