Transformed

By Bay Area Guy

Published on Mar 5, 2023

Gay

Transformed Chapter 9

After Allen, the next boy I pursued was Tom, the straight-A academic leader of our class. We were in honors English and pre-calc together, so I had many opportunities to speak with him. Back when I was still a dorky middle schooler, before my transformation had begun, Tom and I were friendly, two nerdy kids who cared more about grades than sports. We weren't exactly friends, but we sometimes talked at lunch or recess, and we'd worked on a few projects together in classes. He was awkward and rather a loner, which I realized as I got older might not have been his own choice but rather because he lacked the skills to relate to other people and so had drawn into himself for protection. Given his awkwardness and his trouble relating to other people, I assumed that he was somewhere on the autism spectrum, which of course made him vulnerable to cruel comments from other kids and to social ostracism. I also suspected that he might be gay, or at least bi, and that this added to his reticence and sense of isolation. But I had always tried to be nice to him, and we had been friendly for years. Since I'd bulked up and become popular in eighth grade, however, he seemed nervous around me, probably assuming that I'd become crude and cruel, like some of the other popular kids. I decided that I would take on a challenge and help him find himself.

A few weeks into the fall semester, I sat next to him in English. I turned to him and smiled broadly.

"Hey, Tom," I said.

He just grunted in response and looked back at his books.

"What book did you decide to read for the book report?"

He looked up, a bit confused. "Hmm?"

"What book are you reading? I'm doing `Fahrenheit 451.'"

We were required to read and write a report on a dystopian novel.

"Oh, I'm doing `Brave New World,'" he said. He answered me, but without much interest or enthusiasm.

"Nice! I read that last year."

Each day in class, I tried to sit by him and engage him in conversation, and I slowly cracked his facade. I think, frankly, that he was not used to having anyone look him straight in the eyes and hold his gaze. But I found his awkwardness charming, and I took pleasure in breaking him out of his shell. After a couple of weeks, he began to open up to me more and more. I sat with him a few times at lunch, and our conversations gradually became less awkward. When I asked if he wanted to come over to my place sometime after school though, he turned away and scowled.

"Oh, I don't think so," he mumbled.

"I have a PlayStation we could use," I said.

He perked up a bit. "Do you have Witch Hunter or God of War?"

"No," I said, "But I could get them. Do you play those?"

"Oh yeah," he said.

I was more into arcade-type games like Mario, and I loved Civilization. But if it could win me Tom, I'd be willing to try one of the fantasy games he liked. So, when I got home that night, I ordered both of them, and then I invited Tom over on Saturday. He came by in the early afternoon, and we played Witch Hunter for a few hours. I made a point as we were sitting next to one another playing to make physical contact with him as much as possible. I kept my leg pressed against his, leaned against him now and then, and often touched him with my hands. At first he flinched a little and pulled away when I made contact with him, but he gradually became accustomed and stopped objecting to my touch. By the time that we stopped for a snack break, he was tentatively returning the physical contact, pressing his leg against mine and lightly touching my arm.

After a couple of hours of gaming, we went downstairs to get some chips and soda. I introduced Tom to my mom, who for once was not working on a Saturday. Then we went back upstairs to play God of War. You may not believe me, but I had absolutely no intention of seducing Tom that afternoon. I was playing a long game, trying to get him gradually more relaxed and comfortable with an idea that eventually I might be able to put the moves on him.

But Tom ended up making the first move. Maybe it was the magnetism that came from my transformation that seemed to make me appealing to everyone, but after playing a bit, as we were pausing while something was uploading, Tom turned to me and ran his hand across my cheek. I smiled at him, and he leaned in and gently kissed me. He pulled back to see how I would react, and so I smiled again and leaned in to kiss him more. We made out for a while, our kisses becoming slowly more passionate. He held my head firmly and his tongue explored my mouth. After perhaps ten minutes, we pulled apart.

"Was that okay?" he asked nervously.

"More than okay," I said. "That was nice."

He sighed in relief.

"I've never kissed anyone before," he whispered.

"You're good at it," I assured him.

"Thank you," he murmured.

Without another word, we picked up our controllers and went back to gaming. After about an hour, we ended our game.

Tom turned to me. "Can I kiss you again?"

"Of course," I said.

So we kissed some more, this time pressing out bodies against one another. I felt his body while we made out. He was very thin, with no muscle development at all, but I reached down to his crotch and found that his cock was large and fat.

"Damn, Tom, you got a big dick!"

"Really?" he asked shyly.

"Definitely," I assured him.

That made him smile.

"You can feel me too, if you want," I told him. He hesitated, so I took his hand and placed it on my crotch. He cautiously squeezed it, and I moaned with pleasure to let him know that I liked it. We kissed again, and he held onto my cock through my pants. I took his hand from my crotch and placed it on my ass cheek, then took his other hand and put it on my other cheek. He started to squeeze my ass as we made out, moving his hands around a bit. I moaned into his mouth and wiggled my ass in his hands.

After a while longer, we stopped.

"I should probably go," he said.

"Okay," I said. "But you can't go downstairs like that." I pointed at his obvious hardon in his pants.

"Just hang out for a bit, until it goes down," I said. We sat and chatted for a bit and finished our sodas.

"You want to come back again?" I asked.

"Yes," he said confidently. "I'll come next week." He paused. "And next time I want to fuck you."

I chuckled a little at his bold statement, as awkward as it was.

"Okay. I'd like that," I said.

He smiled, and then I escorted him downstairs and outside.


The next Saturday, Tom came over again. We gamed again for a bit, but Tom was clearly nervous, and his mind was elsewhere. At one break, he put down his console and said, "Can I kiss you?"

"Sure," I said. We kissed for a while, and I ran my hands up and down his body. He was still unsure what to do. He grabbed my crotch first and then put his hands on my ass again and kneaded it.

"So you said you wanted to fuck me?" I asked.

"Yes," he said in a voice so low I could barely hear it.

"Have you ever fucked anyone?" I asked

"No," he whispered.

"You'll like it," I said. "I guarantee it."

I moved to undress him, pulling his shirt over his head. He was very skinny, but he had a little patch of dark hair between his nipples that looked sexy. I kissed his nipples and he whined. I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. His underpants could barely contain his large cock. He was wearing a pair of simple blue briefs. I could see a wet patch at the tip of his cock. I slid his briefs down and his cock popped out. It was as long and thick as I had anticipated.

"I'm going to suck you now," I said.

"Okay," he murmured.

I licked the tip of his cock first, then licked up one side and then up the other. Then I took the tip in my mouth and started to move up and down his shaft. I sucked him for a while, until he pulled my head off.

"Stop!" he said. "You're going to make me cum!"

"That's the point," I said.

"No, I want to fuck you."

"Okay, okay," I laughed.

I stripped out of my clothes as he watched me.

"Come over to the bed," I told him, and he complied. "Lie down on your back," I said. "Let me ride you. That way I'm in control and can show you what to do."

He nodded consent and lay down, his cock sticking straight up in the air. I reached into my nightstand and grabbed my bottle of lube. I lubed up his cock and then fingered some into my hole.

"Now I'm going to sit on you," I said. "Be patient, `cause you're big. It may take me a minute to adjust to it."

He nodded again, and I positioned myself over his cock. I lowered my ass onto him, and he popped in more easily than I'd expected. He wasn't that much bigger than Carlos, and I guess that all of my practice had made me loose enough to take him. I moved up and down a little, sliding further down each time, until he was buried all the way inside me. I squeezed my ass muscles and started to move up and down again, but all of a sudden, he tensed up, with an expression that looked like pain on his face. 
"I can't hold off! I'm cumming," he cried. I sat down on him hard and I could feel his cock squeeze a load into my ass. And as always, I felt a wash of energy sweep through my body.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said. He pulled out and turned away from me.

"Sorry for what?" I asked gently.

"I couldn't hold it. I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"It's okay," I said. "The whole point is for you to get off."

"It was too fast! I'm sorry!" He seemed like he was almost in tears.

"Tom," I said. I took his face and turned him to look me in the eyes. "It's okay. It was fun."

"Was it?" he asked, full of doubt.

"Yes," I said. "Your cock is huge. And now that you've shot off, maybe we can do it again in a while and you'll last longer."

"Okay," he said.

We grabbed our clothes and put them back on. Then we played Witch Hunter for a while, until he turned to me and asked, "Can we try again?"

I told him sure, and we started kissing again. Once again, I stripped him and started by sucking him, but this time, he didn't stop me in time.

"Oh shit! Oh shit!" he cried and started to shoot in my mouth.

And as always happened, as I swallowed his seed, a wave of understanding swept through me, and I could suddenly see into his mind. His thoughts were complex and layered and much harder to navigate than any of the other boys I'd connected with. But one idea exploded to the front and felt like a slap across the face.

"Shit!" I thought to myself.

Tom wasn't just looking for fun. Tom had fallen deeply in love with me.


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