Transformed

Transformed Chapter 15

When I got home, I texted Robby.

-    Sorry about yesterday

-      I really need to talk with you

I paused a moment, then I added:

• You were right. Something's going on

A minute later, Robby responded:

• ok come over

I walked over to Robby's house. He opened the door, and I followed him up to his room. He sat down on his bed, and I sat across from him on his desk chair. He looked at with me a quizzical and frankly skeptical expression on his face.

"So...?" he asked.

I took a deep breath.

"So, you were right. Something's going on."

I paused as I thought about what to say.

"Shit, Alex, just sitting here with you, I've got a hard on again. What's up?" Robby said and grabbed the bulge in his sweats.

"Okay," I took another breath. "I'm not sure how to talk about this without sounding crazy."

I paused again, and Alex got exacperated. "Would you just talk!"

"Ever since we started hooking up, I've found that sex has this effect on me. When you or another guy gives me their cum, it, like, changes me. It's like you give me part of yourself. I can see into your mind."

He raised an eyebrow and looked questioningly at me.

"Yeah, I can read your mind."

I focused for a second and accessed his mind. I had swallowed so many of Robby's loads that I basically had a constant connection to him, strongest when I was close to him, though I generally walled it off and chose not to access it. I lowered the wall and looked inside.

"Right now you're thinking I'm a little crazy. And you also really want to rip my clothes off and fuck me hard but you're annoyed that you feel that way."

"Well all of that is kind of obvious," he said, though there was some doubt in his voice.

I dug a little deeper in his mind. "You got a B on your last English quiz and you're worried about your GPA." I paused and looked at another compartment in his mind. "And you're frustrated that Stephanie will let you fuck her but will never suck your dick."

"Okay, wait!" Robby hopped off the bed and started pacing the room. "So you've been fucking reading my mind?!" He was getting angry.

"I CAN read your mind," I said, "But I don't. I can shut it off."

He paused and looked at me, somewhere between puzzled and angry.

"But that's not all. When I get a guy's cum, it transforms me. It's not just that I can see in his mind. It's that he gives a little of himself to me."

I paused to see if he was taking it in then went on. He had stopped and was standing staring at me. I noticed that he was still as hard as a rock, tenting out his sweats.

"You know how bad I used to be at sports? But the more that you fucked me and some other guys who've fucked me, like Erik and Carlos, the better I've gotten at sports. It's like you've transferred some of your skill to me."

I was picking up speed now and started talking quickly.

"I've been getting fucked a lot. More than I've told you, with a lot more guys than I think you know. And all of that's been building up in me and changing me and making me stronger. I mean, I've been growing up like I would have anyway, but all of this sex is making me different than I would have been. It's making me sexier and more desirable and now everybody seems to want me. And this weekend, I got fucked by a bunch of the guys on the swim team and some other guys too, and now it's like every guy I get near gets a hard on and wants to fuck me. And when I was showering after swim today, the guys almost couldn't control themselves!.And now I don't know what to do!"

I paused to take a breath.

"Shit!" Robby said and plopped back on the bed. He gestured at his crotch. "And here I am with such a throbbing hard on I can barely think. So, yes, I believe you. I guess. It makes sense. I mean... it doesn't make sense, but I believe you."

He let out a frustrated groan.

"Fuck! Alex, come suck me off so I can think straight." He pulled the front of his sweats down and his hard cock popped out. I came over to him and got down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. It was harder than I ever remembered it being, and it only took about two minutes for him to shoot a load down my throat. Since he stayed hard, I kept sucking, and five minutes later he was pumping another load in my mouth. All the while I was working on him, he was gently stroking me hair and face.

He sighed and lay back, and his cock finally started to deflate and he pulled his pants back up.

"Okay," he said. "So this is kind of crazy."

"Uh huh," I responded. "But it's true."

I sat down next to him on the bed.

"So... You've, like, got a super power. So what's the problem?"

"The problem is it's gotten out of hand. I can't control it anymore. I think cause I've had so many guys lately, it's made me, like, irresistible. Like how you got a hard on just being near me."

"So, everybody wants to get with you? Doesn't that make you lucky?"

I sighed heavily.

"You weren't there at swim today. When I went in the shower, every single guy got a hard on, and a group of them came up wanting my ass, right there in the middle of a crowded shower. It was like I was a drug that had made them go crazy."

"Shit. Really?"

"If Singh hadn't shown up, I ... I would have been raped." The seriousness of what almost happened finally sunk in, and I shuddered, fighting back tears.

"Damn," Robby whispered.

Suddenly, I started crying. Robby put an arm around me and pulled me into him.

"It's okay buddy. We'll figure it out."

I tried to get myself under control, but suddenly I just felt overwhelmed. I buried my face in Robby's shoulder while he stroked my back.

Once I'd calmed down, he spoke up again. "So what do you think is causing this?"

"I don't know," I said. "It's just something about me. Ever since you and I started fooling around, it's been this way, but it's gotten stronger and stronger over time."

"If you stopped having sex, do you think it would go away?" he asked.

"Maybe," I said. "Some of the effects wear off over time. But with guys I've been with a lot, it doesn't ever go away. Like with you, I can always sense what you're thinking if I'm around you,    and I have to work to stop."

"But you can control it, right? You said you can read my mind, but you don't."

"I guess. Sort of. I can put up a wall so that I'm not prying into your mind."

"So... why can't you control everything else? Why can't you stop attracting guys when you don't want them?"

I thought about it.

"I don't know," I said. "I guess I haven't tried."

We sat there in silence for a minute.

"Well, how do you shut off the mind-reading thing?" he asked.

"I just build a wall," I said. "I just choose not to look inside."

"Okay," he said, "so, choose not to make all the guys hard. Choose not to make ME hard."

I noticed that he had chubbed up again, despite having recently shot two loads in my mouth.

I tried to focus. What was the vibe I was giving off that made all the guys want to jump my bones? Kirpal had said pheromones.

"You know what pheromones are?" I asked.

"It's like a sexual chemical," Robby said. "It's what animals use to attract mates."

"Kirpal Singh said he thinks its pheromones that I'm giving off that are making everyone want to fuck me."

"So turn them off," Robby said. He was now fully hard again.

"I don't know how," I said.

"Just put up a wall, like when you're shutting off your mind-reading trick," Robby suggested.

I closed my eyes and concentrated. I centered my thoughts and focused on calming my whole body. I thought about the energy that I was giving off and tried to dial it down. Where exactly was my body exuding pheromones? I had no idea. But I thought about centering on myself and building a wall to contain myself. I thought about keeping my energy in rather than radiating it out.

I opened one eye and peeked at Robby. "Does that feel any different?" I asked.

"I dunno," he said. "Maybe?"

I kept trying to calm myself, to control my breathing, and to imagined myself walled off, contained, closed down. I thought about keeping myself inside myself rather than opening up to the world.

"Huh," Robby said. "My boner's going down. I think you might have done it."

"Yes?" I said. I opened my eyes in excitement.

"Whoa! I just felt you turn it back on," Robby said.

I closed my eyes and calmed down again. I centered myself and put back up the walls.

"This is gonna take practice," I said.

"But at least we know you can do it," Robby said. We sat there in silence as I worked on keeping my walls up. At least twenty minutes went by as I worked to contain my energy, or pheromones, or whatever it was.

Finally Robby broke the silence.

"So, Alexander Thompson," Robby started in an amused voice. "What the fuck has been going on this past year? How did you end up like this?" He pulled away from me and turned so that he could look at me.

"What do you want to know?" I asked a little sheepishly.

"Alex. I'm supposed to be your damn best friend. So tell me what the fuck has been going on? Who all have you been fucking?"

I laughed, took a breath, and started filling in Robby on all of my sexcapades since he and I started hooking up in 8th grade. I told him about Erik and then Carlos and then the growing list of other guys from our school that I'd hooked up with.

"You and Allen fucked IN the school? Damn, dawg, I knew you'd fooled around some, but I didn't realize you were such a player!"

I shrugged. "I love getting fucked. What can I say?"

"And every time you get fucked or you suck a cock, you feel something?"

"It's like a shot of caffeine. Like drinking a really strong energy drink. I just feel this energy flow through me."

"Hmm," Robby said. He had a very thoughtful expression on his face.

"I don't know what to make of it, but it's something special. You need to do something with it," he said.

"So, what do you think you've absorbed from people?" he asked.

"Well," I said, "I've definitely gotten better at sports, and I'm better at subjects like math than I was, and I'm more musical."

He gave me a side eye. "And you're definitely better looking," he said and then laughed.

"I'm taller than I think I would have been. And more muscular."

"And your dick is bigger, too, isn't it?"

"And my dick is definitely a lot bigger," I said. I grabbed my crotch. "I'm over 8 inches now and thick."

"Damn!"

"Robby!" We heard Robby's mom call from downstairs. "It's time for Alex to head home. It's getting late."

We looked at the clock.

"Shit, I didn't realize it was so late," Robby said. We got up. Robby walked me downstairs. I said goodnight to his mom and gave him a hug at the door.

"Thanks for, you know..." I said.

"What are best friends for?" he asked.

When I got home, I practiced the techniques Robby had helped me find. I practiced centering myself and walling myself off. I looked up meditation and yoga and got some ideas about centering and internal calm and tried to apply them. At some point, I was so calm that I drifted off to sleep, because I woke up at about 2 in the morning and was asleep in my clothes on top of my bed. I got up to pee, stripped down to my underwear, and got into my bed. In only a few moments, I drifted off to sleep again.

A few hours later, I awoke with a start from a vivid dream. It was a version of the dream I'd had when I reached puberty, the vision of myself as an extraordinary being. But this time, the dream was more than just a feeling, it had more of a plot. I was standing in front of a crowd, speaking, and was engulfed in a field of energy. I knew in my dream that the energy that was visible to me was not visible to anyone else, that it was more the aura that I was giving off. But in my dream, I could see my energy spreading out over the crowd as I spoke to them, and they were enraptured. The energy I was exceeding was making them mesmerized by what I was saying. People were smiling and nodding their heads, and I could feel that I held them in the palm of my hand. As I finished, they rose in overwhelming applause, and I could tell that every person there was enamored of me, everyone was drawn to me and would follow me. I felt powerful, extremely powerful.

Robby's words rang through my head. "You need to do something with it."

As when I had my dream in puberty, I woke with a painfully hard dick and a puddle of cum in my underwear. I slipped the boxer briefs off, wiped my crotch clean, dropped them on the floor, and went back to sleep.

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