Transformed Chapter 20
As soon as I got home from work, I texted Robby.
- one down one to go
Rather than texting back, he called.
"So, what happened? Who'd you bag? Give me the details."
I laughed. "The quarterback."
"No fucking way!" he shouted.
"Yes fucking way," I said.
I explained how I'd been working to reel Danny Arturo in over the past week or so and how today we'd finally hooked up in the locker room.
"Damn, dude, you really do have a superpower," Robby said, with obvious amazement in his voice. "So, now it's the student council president?"
"I guess so."
Over the next couple of weeks, I settled into a new pattern as I tried to find a way to hook up with Chapman Hawthorne. Danny Arturo would find me about once a week after practice and take me into the massage room to fool around. Whatever hesitation he'd had about fucking a guy had completely disappeared as he fucked me hard and rough each time and shot huge loads deep inside me. I sucked him off a couple of times as well -- usually getting him off once before he'd fuck a second load into me -- and so could see into his mind. I came to understand that he was bi, that he'd been with almost equal numbers of guys and girls but that I was, as he indicated, the first guy he'd ever fucked. In fact, he didn't actually fuck very much even with girls, because he was worried about getting a girl pregnant by accident and having his college dreams dashed. He'd usually eat the girls out and have them suck him or jerk him off. The couple of girls he'd fucked were always with condoms and hadn't been all that great, and he'd regretted it after. But with me, he found my ass pure pleasure and loved plowing it.
I also hooked up with Jamal a couple of times a week after soccer practice, and I managed to get with a couple of other soccer players as well. Conner joined me and Jamal again one afternoon after practice, and I managed to hook up with both Hassan Halabi and Keillor Schmidt, the sophomores I'd suspected might be gay. Outside of soccer, I still hooked up with Allen during school at least once a week, usually with Demetrius as well. Allen was one of the only guys that I would top. I would fuck Allen while Demetrius fucked me, and after Demetrius had shot his load in me and I'd shot mine in Allen, Allen would come back and fuck me, while he made out with Demetrius.
"It feels so hot to be fucking your ass with my boyfriend's load already inside," he told me as we were all cleaning up one time.
I also managed to seduce the team's star forward, a junior named Gavin Rousseau, someone I hadn't even had my sights on. He was shorter-than-average, with a solid, very muscular build, and a mat of dark hair on his chest. I caught him checking me out in the showers one day after practice, a furtive glance that quickly turned away when I noticed him. I smiled to myself and sent him a small wave of my energy, which caused him to turn. I looked into his eyes and gave him what I hoped was a seductive smile, and he smiled back. He ended up following me into the towel room, where I'd hooked up so many times with Chung during swim season. I shut and locked the door behind me, while he looked at me with a curious expression.
"So...," he started, but before he could say anything more, I pulled his towel so that it dropped onto the floor, got down onto my knees, and swallowed his cock in one gulp.
"Oh... fuck...," he moaned.
His cock was thin and not too long, so I was able to swallow it without much problem. I worked up and down on it for a few minutes, the head poking into my throat on each downward thrust. He grabbed my head and started pumping into me, and in a very short time, he shot a nice creamy load down my throat.
As soon as his load hit my stomach, I saw into his mind. He was mostly straight but had been curious about guys. He had only jerked off with a couple of guys, but he'd been with quite a few girls. Most girls weren't good at giving head though, so he'd been wanting to try that with a guy. He'd heard that I was a willing cocksucker, so he'd had his eye on me for a few days.
That last bit made me curious. I wasn't exactly secretive about my being into guys, but I also wasn't really officially out. The person that Gavin had heard about me from was not someone I'd actually hooked up with but another soccer player. Gavin had been complaining to this guy, Kevin Dunster, about the difficulty of getting a good blow job from the girls he dated.
Kevin told him, "I've never tried it myself, but I've heard guys give better head than girls."
"Dude? Seriously?" Gavin had responded skeptically.
"Getting sucked off by a guy doesn't make you gay," Kevin reassured him.
"I don't even know any gay guys," Gavin protested.
"Yes you do," Kevin said. "That freshman, Thompson, I hear he's got an amazing mouth."
"Really?"
"That's what I hear."
I was snapped back from my reading of Gavin's memories by his voice in the present.
"Thanks, dude, that was amazing!"
"Glad you liked it," I said.
"Hope you can drain me again sometime," he told me.
He wrapped his towel around his waist and headed out. I stood there for a moment, thinking about the implications of what I'd read in his mind. I wasn't sure how I felt about word getting out about my love of cock. But on the other hand, it didn't bother me that much. It might make it easier to find guys.
It also struck me that the skills I acquired from absorbing cum had continued to sharpen. Previously, I'd been able to understand the thoughts of the guys I'd sucked off, but I could now read whole conversations in their minds, as happened with Gavin, and I could see detailed experiences. My connections with guys I sucked off were deeper and more detailed. I had a sense that the cum I was taking up the ass was working more effectively as well. I felt my body bulking up, my skills on the soccer field increasing, and my confidence continuing to build.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed out to get dressed.
The idea that word was spreading about my being into boys made me realize that I needed to talk with my parents before they found out from some other source.
That Saturday, we had a home soccer match where the coach actually put me in for about fifteen minutes in the second half. I passed the ball a couple of times and one time took the ball down the pitch and passed it off to Gavin, who made a shot that was just barely blocked by the goalie. We won the game 2-1, and several of the teammates praised me for my play.
After the match, I got together with Hassan Halabi and Keillor Schmidt in a classroom. Apparently, they'd been hooking up with one another regularly for awhile, and when they'd discovered that they had both fooled around with me as well, they suggested we manage a 3-way, and I was of course game. Keillor had suggested finding a place after the match, when the school was empty.
As we were heading into the showers after the match, Hassan whispered in my ear. "You know a place to play? Keillor and I were thinking..."
"Sure," I said. "Let me rinse off.."
I showered, with Keillor and Hassan both keeping an eye on me from across the shower room. As I finished up and headed out, I indicated with my head that they should follow me. I dried off, pulled on my clothes, then headed out of the locker room into the school, with the two of them following me. I took them to the same art room where I'd been gangbanged by the swim team a few weeks earlier. I'm not sure why I picked this room, other than the facts that it was fairly out of the way and that I'd been fucked there before.
They ended up spit roasting me over one of the art tables, with Hassan plowing me from behind while I swallowed Keillor's cock down my throat. Hassan, who told me he was Lebanese, had tan skin, thick dark hair, and dark eyes. He had a long, thick, uncut cock. Keillor was physically very different. He had blond hair and fair skin, though his arms and legs were tanned from spending so much time outside playing soccer. He had intense blue eyes and a short but thick cut cock. As Hassan slid his cock into my ass and Keillor fed my throat, the two of them leaned over me and kissed, which I found incredibly hot. Somehow being fucked by two guys at once who were just using me to get off turned me on. They shot their loads at the same time, and I absorbed their waves of energy. Then we all dressed and headed out of a side door of the school.
I got home from the soccer match around 2, and I was still itching to take more loads, so I tried to find another hook up. I'd taken probably a dozen loads that week, but it seemed like getting fucked just made me horny to get fucked more. Since I'd learned to control my sexual energy, taking so many loads didn't overwhelm me like it did that time after my first swim meat. Instead, all of the loads just filled me with more and more energy that I could use as a resource. I was getting stronger and stronger with every load.
I texted with Tom and Charlie, but they were going to a movie. I reached out to Chung and Seth, neither of whom had fucked me since swimming was over, but they were both busy. I texted Erik and Carlos, too, whom I hadn't fooled around with for weeks. In the end, I hung out with Robby and Stephanie at her house. Nothing happened, of course, which was fine, even though I was still feeling horny.
I spent most of Sunday hanging at home and finishing up my homework, though I did slip off in the afternoon for a quick hook up with Carlos at his house.
"Damn, baby, I've missed this ass," he told me as he fucked me on the couch in his basement.
"And I've missed your cock," I said. He shot a load into me but stayed inside.
"Mind if I keep going, stud?" he asked.
"Please do," I told him.
So, he started fucking me again. He'd given me the first load from behind, laying on top of me. For the second fuck, he had me flip onto my back and kissed me passionately while he fucked me. It took a little longer this time, but he planted another load deep inside my ass while his tongue was deep in my mouth.
Afterward, he sat down and sighed.
"I needed that," he said.
"Me too," I said. What ran through my mind, though, was that I really did need it. I needed a load every day. On days that I didn't get a load, I felt empty and nervous and couldn't concentrate. On days when I got three or four loads, I felt energetic and happy and focused. It occurred to me that I should probably talk to Robby about this, but I wasn't too worried. At least not yet.
As she did most Sundays, my mom made a nice dinner that Sunday - a roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and a salad, and a pie that she'd bought at the store for dessert. As we were eating, thinking about what I'd learned from Gavin a few days before, I decided all of a sudden that now was the time.
"Mom. Dad. There's something I need to talk to you about."
"What is it, honey?" my mom asked.
"Um, well, this isn't easy to say," I took a breath, "but I need you to know that I'm gay."
They were silent for a minute. My dad gave my mom a significant look.
"We kind of figured that, Alexander," my dad said. "We were waiting for you to tell us."
"And we of course love you no matter who you are," my mom added.
All at once, I felt kind of choked up. I tried to say something, but a sob came out instead. My mom came over and hugged me from behind my, and my dad joined her.
"It's okay, it's okay," they both said.
I wiped my eyes and got control of my emotions.
"How did you know?" I asked as they sat back down.
"Well, Alexander," my dad said, "you've never shown much interest in girls, and you have a lot of friends who are boys, and a few of them seem... well, not to stereotype..."
"It doesn't matter, Alex," my mom broke in. "We love you, gay or straight, or anything in between."
"Thank you guys. That means a lot," I said.
After that, the dinner returned to normal conversation, but I felt like a weight had been taken off of my shoulders. When I got back up to my room, I texted Robby that I'd come out to my parents and that they'd been cool about it.
"Congrats, dude," he texted back.
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