From school jock to cum slut

By ismael hern

Published on Oct 3, 2023

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Summary: Dany is the captain of the soccer and swimming teams, he's popular at school, and he's had several girlfriends throughout school. But everything changes when he meets Adrien, a shy and somewhat nerdy boy who hides a creative mind behind his glasses, turning him into his favorite fag, turning the school jock into a sissy slut.

This is the first part of the story. Your comments are very welcome. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Please forgive me if my English is not the best, it's not my native language, but I hope you like it.


Two boys jerk off over me, I'm on my knees in front of them. They see in me a girl with long, brown hair, pink lips and curly eyelashes, with a small, childish but visible breast, barely an A cup. The abdomen is flat, it has no abs, but it also has no fat. She is a girl without a single hair on her body or face. Her makeup has been smeared by the cum and the sweat that runs down her face, she also has semen between her legs, on her chest, in her mouth and inside her. However, what stands out most about the situation is that I am actually not a girl, but a boy and I am older than them even though I look much younger. And how do they know it? Well, I'm holding my student ID over my forehead so they can contrast the boy I was before and the slut I've become.

They both cum on me, on my face and into my mouth. I swallow it all and thank them with a huge smile before kissing each of them passionately before they leave the bathroom where we are. They still don't cross the door before two other boys enter, take off their uniforms, and history repeats itself once again.

I never thought this would be my destiny. If you had told me a year ago that my life would change like this, I would have punched whoever told me that. But life takes many turns and now I can't think of any other life but this one.

Well, I think I should start by narrating things from the beginning. My name is Dany, a diminutive of Daniel. I'm "X" years old and I'm in the final grade of "X". Unlike what one might think, I really like my school. I mean, the view from my desk overlooks the beach and then the deep blue sea. I'm the captain of several sports teams and the school president. I had a girlfriend with whom I lasted about two years before we broke up a few weeks ago. After classes, I can go swimming or to the school gym or train with the team, depending on the day. Not bad for a guy from "X", as I'm what could be called "popular." On the other hand, the subjects, classes, and teachers are not as pleasant or picturesque, but anyway, I'm about to finish this chapter of my life and seriously think about my future.

The beach's sun and the sports I've been practicing since I was a child, especially swimming, have given me a pretty enviable body -a big part of my popularity is thanks to that- My muscles aren't huge or overly conspicuous like someone who lifts weights, but they're more subtle: a well-defined six-pack, long and toned arms and legs, and a quite round butt that fills my speedo perfectly, which I always carry in my backpack. My skin is tanned, except for the part covered by the swimsuit, where there's a noticeable difference in tone. I have green eyes and brown hair... by the way, I should probably cut it soon because it's starting to cover my eyes due to its length.

I live with my parents in a house a few blocks from school. I have an older brother who's currently in college, but he comes to visit us whenever he can.

Anyway, it's a pretty ordinary life for someone my age. Well, it was until Adrien and my paths crossed.

Adrien is... well, the complete opposite of me.

I have to admit that he's brilliant in school, in all subjects, or at least that's what everyone says. He's a few years younger than me, so we don't share classes or classrooms. The few people who talk about him - which isn't many - describe him as a "brainiac," not in a derogatory way, but because that's what he is. However, he compensates for that intelligence with a complete inability to relate to others. He has, at most, two friends, or at least that's what I assume because those are the only people I see him with when he's not alone in a corner of the school.

He's not part of any school club or sports team. I've never seen him on the beach where many of us go to relax or hang out after school, and for someone living in a coastal city, he's way too pale. He's always inside the building or under the shade of some tree.

Our differences even reflect in our physical appearances: I'm 1.75 meters tall, while he's about ten centimeters shorter, if not a bit more. His hair is blond, too blond, it looks like it's taken from a movie because it's perfect - it shines when he shakes his head and it's never out of place - and it contrasts pleasantly with his large, dark eyes.

In short, if I'm the stereotypical popular guy, he's the stereotype of a nerd. And he doesn't really help himself much; whenever I see him, he's doing typical nerdy things: reading, studying, listening to music away from everyone, or daydreaming.

I hope I'm not misunderstood; I don't mind that he's like that, and I'm not like other guys at school who tease him just because he doesn't need to be surrounded by a dozen people talking about nonsense or because he doesn't belong to a team or club after school. Everyone finds pleasure in different things, and ours, mainly ours, are unique.

I think under normal circumstances, Adrien and I would have never crossed paths. As I mentioned, we belong to different worlds within the same school galaxy, again due to the age difference, routines, and social circles. I was too immersed in sports and clubs to pay attention to someone outside that world. But then the week of the festival arrived, and everything changed.

Every year, the school holds a spring festival. They put on plays, exhibitions, sometimes bring in amusement rides, and finish it all with a grand fireworks show. After the end-of-term holidays, it's the most anticipated event for everyone, so much so that people start talking about it months before preparations begin. This year, for a change, I was part of the festival club. On one hand, those of us in the organization - mostly girls - were allowed to miss class with a valid excuse, assignments were forgiven, and we took tests or exercises on special dates. While it was extremely challenging to secure materials, decorate, clean up, and coordinate with teachers and administrators, it was also enjoyable to chat with my friends without any school pressure, laze around, or focus on giving our all to ensure the decorations were perfect for the festival.

At first, we didn't feel any pressure. We had about two months to finish the decorations. However, when there were two weeks left, and we hadn't even completed half of what we were supposed to achieve, problems began. I had to miss several soccer practices, where I was the team captain, to make progress on the arrangements, which didn't sit well with the coach.

"Why are you wasting your time on nonsense like this? These things have always been done by the girls and teachers at the school, I don't know why you're involved in something like this when your responsibility is here with your team," he said from his desk when I told him I would be missing several practices.

"I like it, and I also committed to helping several girls. Sometimes you have to carry heavy things or carry rolls of fabric up the stairs," I replied, containing my anger. I understood his point of view, but he could have spared his comments if they were going to be so negative. "I also enjoy spending time with the girls, you know."

"Weren't you Anna's boyfriend?"

"Yes, I was... until I wasn't. The girls in the club treat me like a king; the least I could do is help them with this. Besides... we don't have any matches until several weeks after the festival... I don't see why there would be a problem with me missing a couple of practices."

The coach seemed to have no response to that argument. Satisfied or not, he allowed me to skip practice and return as soon as the festival was over.

I left his office and returned to the auditorium, which served as the headquarters of the festival organizers' club. We continued building huge flowers made of paper mache and fabric, sewing some fake trees, and deciding which decorations from previous years could be reused. My manual skills weren't the best; in truth, I was too clumsy and awkward, so they let me do simple tasks like carrying things, choosing music, running errands, and chatting. I didn't mind at all; in fact, I noticed how the girls looked at my arm muscles every time I lifted a heavy box.

Anyway, the hours passed until it started getting dark. The dismissal time had long passed, so we packed up and prepared to leave. Since I didn't have a soccer practice for a few days, I thought it would be a good idea to take my uniform and cleats to wash them -- my locker was starting to stink. So, I ran down the hallway, went up to the second floor, opened my locker door, and stashed them in my backpack. Then, I headed towards the exit and on the landing of the stairs, I ran into Adrien, who was going up. He had headphones on and looked at me in surprise. The silence was such that I could hear the song he was playing.

"Hello," I said out of habit. I adjusted my backpack and continued down the steps.

"...Sorry? Excuse me, I didn't hear you; I had my headphones on," Adrien replied as he took off his headphones.

"Oh, nothing, I was just saying hello," I said without stopping, walking around him to continue descending.

"Hello, Dany," he replied, turning on his heels to keep me in his view.

I came to a sudden stop.

"Do you know my name?" I asked, turning to look at him. He lowered his gaze to his sneakers. He was wearing shorts that revealed his long and slender legs.

"Well, who doesn't? You're the captain of like four sports clubs and five school clubs. You're pretty popular. Plus, you won a gold medal in the swimming competition last year."

"Yeah, that's true," I smiled. "Were you at the competition last year? But it was at School Z, not here."

"Yes, well... I like swimming, and I think you have a lot of talent, so I decided to come and support you, support the school. You know," he began to slide his foot back and forth. "It was a great competition."

"Not so much, I thought it would be much more competitive, but it was quite... straightforward," I said, and it was the truth. Maybe it sounded arrogant on my part, but the other swimmers either lacked talent or discipline. I finished first with a significant lead of several seconds. That victory didn't even give me satisfaction.

"Well, it was really exciting for me and those in the stands."

"You should have told me you were going; it would have been nice to know that someone in the stands was supporting me."

"Nah... I was too embarrassed."

There were a few seconds of silence between us, during which I thought Adrien was talking to me the way girls who had a certain interest in me did -- a mix of embarrassment, insecurity, and excitement. I was a bit perplexed.

"Well, I think I should go; it's getting quite late, and... by the way, what are you still doing here?" I asked suddenly.

"We have a Calculus exam tomorrow. Those of us who aren't in the festival organizers' club, I mean. I stayed in the library to study."

"Oh, good luck with that. I'm terrible at Calculus... at all subjects, to be honest."

"I could help you!" The excitement in his voice was evident, and he realized it. "I mean, I could help you if you want or if you need it. Maybe after the festival, before they assign the exams to the club members."

"Would you really do that?"

"Of course, I'd be happy to." I waited for him to ask for something in return, money, lessons in something, advice, or whatever, but he didn't do it at that moment.

"I appreciate it; it would be very helpful. Thank you very much. What's your phone number?"

We exchanged numbers. Adrien looked extremely excited even though he tried to contain it. It was endearing, but it also boosted my ego. I was becoming an idol to a younger guy; not bad for my last year of X.

As soon as I arrived home, Adrien started sending me messages. They were well-intentioned, a bit childish, but I didn't pay much attention to them. He asked if I had arrived safely, wished me luck at the festival, said good morning or good night. I took my time to reply to them, but he responded almost immediately. One of those times, I was in class, and from the window, I could see him walking across the courtyard while texting. He had a distracted look and didn't see the soccer ball in his path. He stepped on it, stumbled, and just before falling, managed to regain his balance. He glanced around to see if anyone had witnessed his clumsiness, and when he thought no one had, he continued on his way, texting me again.

Anyway, the week of the festival arrived, which was a success. The decorations, the lights, the fireworks, the music--everything we had planned went perfectly, creating an incredible atmosphere where everyone had a great time, both students and teachers. In short, it was a success, and we felt quite satisfied. However, the following Monday, everything returned to normal, and to the routine. I went back to my evening training sessions and morning classes, which was a torment because so many new topics had been covered, and there were so many projects and assignments to do that I was unaware of, and I didn't understand anything they were talking about. I had already forgotten about Adrien's proposal until he intercepted me one Friday outside the school.

"Hello, Danny," he said, approaching me timidly. I was with my soccer friends, and their voices gradually faded as they noticed Adrien's presence. I didn't want it to be uncomfortable for him, so I quickly said goodbye to them and told them I would see them next Monday at practice.

"Hello, Adrien," I replied, somewhat annoyed. I didn't like being interrupted when I was with my friends, especially after such a tough week and a training session that left me sweaty, dirty, and covered in grass and dirt. I tried to hide my annoyance as best as I could, and luckily, Adrien didn't seem to notice.

"Sorry for approaching you like this after a training session. I was waiting for you to finish. You have great legs, you kick really hard and with great accuracy. I watched you from the stands, and you never ceased to amaze me," he said with bright eyes. He was quite a fan of mine.

"Thanks, although I just do what's expected of me," I replied monotonously. It was the response I always gave to compliments. Even though it might sound conceited and egotistical, there comes a point where you receive so many compliments that you run out of ways to respond.

"Well, what's normal for you becomes extraordinary," he said, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder. "I was thinking that maybe we could review the topics we covered when we were in the festival organization. I was going to message you, but I preferred to tell you in person, and I saw that you were training, so I took the opportunity. There's an exam next week, and I didn't want..."

"Do we have an exam next week? Darn it, what's it on?"

"History. I think the teacher wrote it on the board a couple of days ago."

"I'm not very good at paying attention to those details, and besides, I've been really distracted these days. Darn it," I started to seriously panic. If it were just one subject in which I was failing, it wouldn't be such a big deal, but this time, it was all of them. If I failed one or two, my parents would punish me, but if it were more, they'd kill me.

"But don't worry. We can study if you like; that's what I wanted to tell you. I promised we'd study after the festival, and..."

"Yes, please!" I interrupted him again. My annoyance vanished in a second, replaced by gratitude. I hated showing myself as anxious in front of others, but this time, it was impossible to hide it. "What day can you do it?"

"Well, my parents just left on a trip this morning, so we could study at my place until late. Besides, I have almost all the books and notebooks in my backpack," he said, lifting it.

"I only have my dirty clothes and my soccer cleats," I said, raising mine. I was still wearing my soccer uniform and cleats. Technically, I should have changed out of my cleats before walking on asphalt or concrete, but I was so tired and worried about the exams that I went to Adrien's house with them still on.

It was a pretty nice house, two stories with front and back gardens. It was surrounded by houses of the same style, and indeed, we entered through the front door fifteen minutes after we started walking. Inside, the light was warm, unlike outside where it was blinding. It smelled clean, and there was a very distinct aroma in the air.

I left my things on the floor and followed him into the living room. We agreed to order pizza for dinner, and after a brief conversation that didn't delve into anything deep, we started studying. He explained several math problems to me. It took me most of the afternoon to understand them, but in the end, I figured out how to solve them. He let me copy his history notes and notes from other subjects, and when he did that, the pizza arrived. We took a short break to eat, and when we finished, we resumed our studies until it started getting dark. The sky, so blue a few hours ago, was now red and black.

"Enough, I can't look at another note without my head exploding," I said, letting out a sigh and leaning back in the living room chair.

"Yeah, I understand, it's too much information, but hey, you've made a lot of progress, and you've done it in just one day; you should be proud of yourself."

"Yeah, I think so," I replied with a smile. I felt happy that I had understood the math problems and had managed to complete all my history notes. In the end, it hadn't been as bad as I thought, and with a bit of luck, I might pass the subjects. I felt very grateful to Adrien, who was looking at me with a big smile.

"Do you want to play video games for a while? It might help you relax," he said suddenly.

"Sure, anything that doesn't involve doing calculations or reading. But before that, can I take a shower? I smell horrible, and I don't want to leave your sofa or chair stinking."

"Of course, in fact, I think I'll take a shower too; I'm feeling quite hot."

We got up, I picked up my things from the floor, and we went upstairs to the second floor. We walked through a discreetly decorated hallway to a door at the end. He turned on the light.

"You go first, and I'll go after you," I thanked him, and he closed the door behind me. I entered the shower and let the water run while it warmed up. As I did, I felt a strange sensation throughout my body. I mean, earlier that day, I didn't even think about talking to Adrien, and now here I was, in his house and about to take a shower in his bathroom. It was such an intimate space, one that I had never even thought about knowing--both his house and his bathroom. I decided to step into the cold water to clear my mind of these overwhelming thoughts.

When I finished, I took the clothes I had in my backpack--my school uniform, consisting of a Polo shirt and black shorts--and put them on. I thought I would go home after training, so I didn't have anything other than my school uniform. I left the bathroom and found Adrien on his knees in the only room with the door open, connecting the Xbox cables to the television.

"All set, Adrien."

"Great! Everything's ready. You can choose any game you like from that shelf," he said, getting up and crossing the room. "It didn't take me long. I shower very quickly; I'll be right back."

When I was alone again, I felt that strange sensation. The bed, the clothes, the books on the wall--this was Adrien's little universe, and I was orbiting in it as well. I felt strange, as if I weren't myself. Adrien was in a different grade, we had different tastes and interests, and he expressed himself as if he were a fan of mine. Yet here I was, in his room, and what was even stranger was that I liked it, I felt comfortable, and I genuinely wanted to play video games with him.

I heard footsteps behind me. Adrien came in with wet hair and a towel around his waist.

"Sorry for taking so long. Do you mind if I change here?" he asked.

"Of course not; it's your room, after all. If you want, I can step out while you..."

"No, not at all; I'd be a terrible host if I did that," he replied. He went to the closet and started rummaging through the clothes inside. "Did you see any games you liked? I'm sorry if the ones I have are too childish. I really like Mario Bros., and I've always been a Nintendo fan, but I also have others that you might like."

"I actually like Mario Bros. too," I said, all while I listened to him sliding into his clothes. For some reason, I started to feel excited. A bulge quickly formed in my shorts, and I had to force myself to look at the video games on the shelf to distract myself, avoiding looking behind me. "Do you have Call of Duty? I love it, and it's easier to play together."

"Of course, whichever one you prefer, Danny," he said, applying deodorant and closing the closet door. He walked over to me and leaned over the shelf. "I have World at War and Black Ops. I also have another one, Battlefield. Have you played it? It's good; many say it's better than Call of Duty, but I think they're very different." He took the box and began connecting cables and plugging in connections.

He was wearing a shirt that... well, the best way to describe it was like a baby's shirt, the kind you sleep in. It was white with a dinosaur print. He also wore soccer shorts, but they were too short for him, barely reaching his thighs and revealing his smooth legs. Once again, I felt the bulge in my pants starting to grow and pressing against my shorts, which didn't conceal anything. I had to sit down to hide the erection I was having.

Adrien handed me a controller, took his, and we started a game. We chatted about trivial things, school, subjects, but my mind was elsewhere. I kept thinking about his legs, his scent, his pink lips. I felt extremely strange. I mean, I had always been attracted to girls, no man had ever seemed sexy or attractive to me, at least not until that moment, especially not someone like Adrien, who wasn't even in the same grade, and we had exchanged words several times. He had a certain fanaticism toward me. However, the excitement I felt was much stronger than any sense of guilt I might have felt up to that point, and it kept growing.

"It seems like we've swapped clothes," he suddenly said, tossing a hand grenade across the map.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, now you're wearing the uniform, and I'm in soccer shorts."

"Do you like sports?" I asked, more to steer the conversation away from us than out of genuine interest.

"A bit, I'm not good at them, but watching them is fun. I like watching you, especially," he replied, and I was taken aback, to the point where my character received several shots, dying and filling the screen with red. "I mean, you always manage to do things right, better than everyone else. That really excites me. And you always do it looking like... like Achilles, with a great body and tense muscles under the skin," he paused for a moment. "I'm sorry, maybe I'm going overboard saying these kind of things, but I really, really love the way you look and what you do on the soccer field, in the pool, wherever you put yourself. You always manage to attract everyone's eyes and, well, among them mine and... oh... wait...

My hands slid quickly, switching from the controller to his shorts, which I began to frantically pull down. Underneath them he only wore a white underwear that I began to rub with my hand while I got on my knees in front of him.

"You keep playing," was the only thing I managed to say and so he did.

I buried my face in his crotch, smelling him, tasting him. I felt his erection begin to form at a dizzying speed. Centimeter by centimeter. His dick didn't stop growing and growing. My first thought was "it's much bigger than mine" and boy it was. When I decided to remove his briefs I could see the huge piece of meat he had inside his pants. It was twice the thickness of mine and longer. Precum was already beginning to come out of him and so, shiny as it looked, I licked it. I started sucking that huge boner, choking on it, humiliating myself with it, slapping my face and rubbing it.

So, on my knees as I was, I began to undress. Adrien's eyes continued to look at the screen between gasps and sighs. Suddenly he looked down and saw me naked. He saw my erection and smiled mockingly.

"I was hoping it would be you who fucked me, but I think it will have to be the other way around" he said, taking my chin in his hand.

That night Adrien penetrated me. He placed me on the edge of the bed, kneeling on my knees. He came up behind me, spit on his erection and took in the precum I had on mine for lubrication. He grabbed my shoulders and little by little he began to penetrate me.

At that moment I thought about the girls I had had relationships with. They had felt something similar to this and now it was me who was getting a huge dick in. I was the one gasping in pain and pleasure while Adrien held me like an animal so I wouldn't move. It was me who told him not to stop despite the pain. I felt my erection bounce every time Adrien moved closer to fully insert it.

-Stop moaning, baby slut, and relax once and for all so I can get inside you.

I did what he ordered. No one had ever spoken to me like that and the fact that he did... it turned me on. As soon as I relaxed his entire member entered me. The pain instantly turned into pleasure and at that moment I began to enjoy it.

Something had changed in me.

That night he fucked me three times. First just as we were. Then he fucked me doggy style and then I sat on him, riding his huge boner. He came in me three times. I only came once, it was at the end of the last time. I came on my belly and on him. He was excited to see that and continued to penetrate me for several more minutes even though I had already come and could barely hold myself up.

Eventually he came inside me, between moans and gasps. After a few seconds of pleasure he took his dick out of me. I was lying on the bed panting and just as I was he brought his dick closer to my face and ordered me to clean it with my tongue, which I did without a word.

After we both caught our breath we sat on the edge of the bed. Outside the sun had already set.

"I don't know what happened to me," I muttered barely audibly.

"I don't know what happened to me either," he whispered. His eyes searched mine. "But I loved it."

"Me too. I mean, I've never done anything like that, ever! I had never been... well, with another boy, I didn't even know that I could be attracted to that until now. It was as if something had changed in me from one second to the next."

"But do you feel sad or uncomfortable?"

I looked him straight in the eyes.

"Are you kidding? I loved that. It has been one of the most intense and exciting things I have done in my entire life," I replied.

"Ah, emmm, well I thought that since you had never done something like that... I mean I thought you would feel strange...

"Not at all... in fact, I would love to repeat it but now I feel exhausted," I said and it was true. My eyelids were too heavy, it would be enough to rest my head on the pillow for a couple of seconds for me to fall asleep.

"I can't believe it" said Adrien who layed down on the bed with his arms outstretched. His body was glistening with sweat and his chest was still rising and falling rapidly. "I can't believe I fucked Danny, the most popular boy in school. And not only that, he was screaming for me to do it louder and harder... I'm impressed, it's a dream. I really can't believe it." He looked at me and smiled. "For your first time with another boy, you're not doing bad at all, slutty fag"

"Thank you," I answered and layed down on the bed next to him, where I fell asleep.

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