Stevie, the old Chad, sat on the toilet naked, sporting a major hard-on courtesy of Stevie's raging hormones, waiting for Bo, his sexy jock boyfriend, no, Stevie's jock boyfriend, to arrive. Chad knew he had to find a way to end Bo's experiment or the gay-Stevie body and hormones he'd been suffering with all week might make him become permanently gay as Stevie if this continued much longer.
Chad couldn't control Stevie's hormones, and every time he saw Bo, or smelled the big muscular sweaty jock--or even thought about Bo--Stevie's body got a boner. Chad figured it must be because of Stevie's gay body. The foreskin covering Stevie's cock, something his old body didn't have, was also super sensitive. And with Stevie's raging hormones, Chad just couldn't control Stevie's uncut cock from quickly popping a boner at the slightest stimulation.
But Chad was also beginning to enjoy that extra sensitivity of Stevie's smaller foreskin covered cock, and Chad was getting more accustomed to having Stevie's gay body the longer Bo's experiment continued.
Chad still hadn't gotten used to the sights and smells from Stevie's crotch or body though. Just like Bo, the kid rarely showered, and Chad was having an equally hard time accepting that he was now the youngest Senior at their high school, and he was now a full 2 years younger than all of his old friends and teammates. Stevie had skipped 2 grades because of his advanced intellect, so Chad knew Stevie's smarts were the only way to figure this all out, and soon.
But it had already taken Chad a full week just to accept and learn how to slightly manipulate Stevie's weak and effeminate young body. He'd gained slight control of Stevie's limp-wristed gayness, and he didn't bounce up and down as noticeably when he walked down the hallways at school, but he couldn't prevent Stevie's swinging hips or the obvious gay lisp and higher-pitch of Stevie's voice. And Chad certainly couldn't control Stevie's sexual thoughts almost every time his eyes just looked at another guy, especially muscular guys, both older or younger, cute or ugly, and even any race, or prevent Stevie's gay body's constant horniness.
These were things deeply ingrained and part of Stevie's body, and were clear signs of Stevie's, and now indirectly--his--extreme gayness, something even Stevie couldn't obviously change, and Chad couldn't prevent.
Chad looked at Stevie's watch the moment he heard the bathroom door swing open. Bo was a minute and 24 seconds late. The deadbolts on the outer door loudly clicked shut.
"Thhat you, Bo?" Chad asked, Stevie's prominent lisp and high-pitched voice sounding even more gay in the small confined space of the gymnasium's private locker room bathroom. "I'm here, thhweetie."
"Course, Baby," Bo's deep sweet voice responded, followed by his footsteps crossing the tiled floor. Bo opened the locker room's bathroom stall's privacy door. "Chad's not . . . I mean, Stevie's not gonna be joining us for a few, though."
Chad looked up at the beefy jock, instantly feeling the intense attraction to Bo from Stevie's raging hormones. Stevie's stiffened cock actually swelled harder, lifting a bit more upright from the bushy moist black pubes the instant Chad saw what Bo was wearing. Bo's sweats were still soaked with fresh sweat, and as Bo's strong musky body odors and perspiring scents filled both the bathroom and Stevie's nostrils, Stevie's senses skyrocketed, hormones warping into overdrive.
"I love it when you're all ready for me, Baby," Bo said, his sexy thick lips already rising in that erotic curving smile that intoxicated Stevie's arousal. Bo crowed into the bathroom stall and closed the door. "Just enough time for a great wet and wild, Stevie. We both know how much you're into having me like this, all hot and sweaty just after weight training with the guys. It's what makes this so exciting for me, and you now, too, Chad, doesn't it? I mean, doesn't it make this so much easier for us to have like the best rough gay sex ever, Chad? Like with me and Stevie, too? Come on, now, just admit it, Chad. Don't you love how gay and horny Stevie's hormones make you feel all the time now, Chad? And wouldn't you like it if I'd just made you become Stevie forever, Chad?"
Stevie's senses were so overloaded with desire for Bo now, Chad couldn't answer, getting so far as to open up his mouth as Bo's head lowered and his sexy lips pressed over Stevie's lips as Chad's mouth was filled with Bo's probing warm tongue. The sweet taste and passionate thrusts of Bo's wet tongue deeper into Stevie's throat gave Chad the immediate answers to Bo's questions, especially the last question, but Stevie's instantaneous response was a full blown erection on the cusp of an uncontrollable ejaculation.
And just in time to prevent another accident that had only happened once so far in over 50 bathroom orgasms with Bo, Chad grabbed ahold of Stevie's rapidly throbbing member and pushed the tip downward as Stevie's sperm safely ejaculated inside the toilet bowl instead of onto Bo's clothes.
Bo had ended their passionate French kiss in a momentary struggle and awkward squirming tug as he peeled his moist shirt upwards and over his sweaty head, flipping it behind him and over the door and somehow peeling down both a jockstrap and sweatpants in a single hurried motion.
Chad glanced downward as Bo's sweatpants dropped around both ankles, awed by the scope of the jock's large meat pole that had loudly slapped upwards against the glistening wet 8-pack of hard abdominals. Even the 8-pack on his Chad body wasn't shaped or defined as perfectly as the 8-pack on Bo's sweat rippled abdomen. And Chad certainly didn't have that amazing massive jungle of dark pubic hair or a thick black pleasure trail growing between the light blond Chad-bush and Chad-navel like what was clearly more visible and even far more erotic on Bo's exceptional muscular physique.
Chad had never even really noticed how amazing Bo's physique was compared to his old one; he'd avoided the stinky and body odor smelly jock, and Stevie's cock was once again growing stiff with arousal as Bo's hands slid underneath Stevie's arms, lifting him up off the toilet seat. Bo had raised Stevie's body upward above eye level, and then leaned his head forward and down, and like so many times before, Bo lapped his wet tongue all the way from Stevie's navel up to the neck before tasting what he'd licked up.
"Mmm," Bo moaned, smacking his lips loudly. "Two more weeks and yours will taste even sweeter than mine."
And before Chad could comment on Bo's meaning, Stevie's lips were once again surrounded beneath the thicker large wet lips pressed around them and parted by that thick warm length of Bo's tongue snaking down the back of Stevie's throat. Almost in synch with Bo's tongue, the swollen fat mushroom head of Bo's stiff cock began its slow and steady slide deeply inside Stevie's stretching anus. And once again, Stevie's brown eyes rolled upward in blissful surrendered pleasure as Bo began ramming that monster hard cock rapidly up and down inside Stevie's bowels from base to tip the moment Stevie's legs were snugly wrapped behind Bo's sweaty waist.
Oh, pure heavenly, Stevie's thoughts invaded, encouraging every pleasurable sensation. Isn't Bo's stiffening cock just divine? He's so perfectly delish I could just stay like this forever and ever! He's ohhhh soooo big!
And Chad experienced Stevie's thoughts quickly, and as completely as they'd now become, unable to deny how pleasurable and extremely horny Stevie would become by having such brutally rough gay sex with Bo again. Stevie's weakened state made the inevitable surge of ejaculating fluids even more satisfying, as though Stevie's throbbing cock grew fully aroused by Bo's hot sperm joining in their shared discharge when Bo's cock began releasing his jock seed inside. And Chad's thoughts were again flashing through all of Stevie's sexual fantasies that Stevie wanted Bo to do to him for even more rough sex.
And Chad shivered as Bo's sweat soaked Stevie's flesh in its salty warmth, unable to escape the smells and watery rivulets of Bo's heated moisture dripping and flowing over the bare hairless flesh of Stevie's chest and abdomen. Stevie's body pressed firmly against the hard muscles at Bo's 8-pack as the strong musky scents filled Stevie's nostrils, eliciting an even harder swelling pressure in Stevie's spent and again rapidly stiffening boner. And the soft wet stripe of Bo's black pleasure trail of hair, soaked with its own moist musk's and fluids, soaked Stevie's bushy black pubic hairs with its same musky tanginess and sweat to give Stevie's pubes Bo's same musky manly smell, at least for a couple of hours Chad knew.
Chad couldn't escape how enjoyable Stevie's feelings would become when having such brutally rough gay sex with Bo, and how utterly powerless that they had also made him become in Stevie's body almost instantly. Chad even tolerated every one of Stevie's gay sex thoughts and prolonged physical reactions from Bo's sweaty embrace and horribly musky smelling body odors, helplessly falling into Stevie's nearly lethargic and same weakened state throughout Bo's sweaty, powerful hold.
Bo could make Stevie do anything and everything imaginable in that helplessly weak condition, from lapping at chest and armpits, to sucking hair or a tongue, sometimes even just tirelessly pounding away while kissing, like now, in rhythmic forceful plunges until Bo was fully spent and satisfied.
But the end results and inescapable conclusion was always the same.
Chad was left on Stevie's wobbly weak legs, with Stevie's cock stiff and erect after having rough sex with Bo, or just like Stevie was now, close to another climax from Bo's strong scents still covering nearly every inch of Stevie's body. And stuck thinking about how delirious those thoughts made Stevie feel for several hours afterward, sometimes suffering even more orgasms just from Bo's smell, Stevie's cock would grow stiff in arousal at the slightest thought and opportunity to shoot another load thinking dreamy fantasies about having even more horny rough gay sex with Bo.
Chad knew he had to figure this out soon. There had to be some way to end this now! Today! Immediately!
The only thing Chad had tried so far, using Stevie's smarts and failing miserably, was to lie to Old Stevie, the new Chad, saying that he liked having sex more with him, the New Stevie in Chad's old body, instead of with Bo.
But the problem that had caused was that Old-Stevie, in Chad's body, now also liked having rough gay sex with Old-Chad, the New-Stevie stuck in Stevie's body, with New-Chad's new, and apparently gay indoctrinated Chad-body.
And Chad had seen very little of Old Stevie, in his New-Chad body, in the past few days, since Bo was forcing him into bathrooms, locker rooms, janitor closets, anywhere there was space enough to have sex with Stevie, every day, countless times per day. Chad just hoped Stevie, in his old Chad body, wasn't turning his Chad body gay somehow.
A loud knock against the outer bathroom door interrupted Bo's second orgasm. Cradling Stevie's nearly unconscious body up against his own, Bo managed to open the stall's privacy door and cross the bathroom space without even removing Stevie's dangling limp body from his throbbing cock.
"C'mon in," shouted Bo, and sat down on the bathroom's wooden bench. He flipped the sauna's timer switch to ON as their visitors entered. "I've finally decided that Stevie, um, I mean Chad, should hear our good news!"
"Wakey-wakey, Chad!" Bo said, lifting Stevie's head slightly. "Lookie who's joining us for part 2 of my experiment, Baby."
Chad turned Stevie's head, and saw ...