A Bully's Transformation - Pt. 02

Billy felt a bit better after visiting the bathroom and headed towards Computer Science class with Mr. Gibson. He liked this class and made a point of not causing trouble for Mr. Gibson. The classes were interesting, and he learned a lot this year so far. He sat at his usual spot and started his PC while waiting for the rest of class to gather. The PCs were set up in three rows of 10 with 5 desks on each side facing each other. So, each desk had two large monitors back-to-back and a tower PC underneath. He checked his phone and saw a text from his sister with a Bitmoji, telling him 'Go for it!'. This brought back the memory of this morning's breakfast conversation about being a loner and never having a girlfriend.

As his classmates trickled in, Billy felt a mix of anticipation and distraction. The memory clung to him, and he debated whether now was the right time to take his sister's advice and step out of his comfort zone. Mr. Gibson entered the classroom, his usual energetic demeanor snapping Billy back to the present. The screen at the front lit up with the day's topic--an introduction to coding algorithms--which momentarily sparked Billy's curiosity and helped him push aside the lingering self-doubt. He resolved to focus on the lesson, but a small part of him couldn't help wondering if he could find the courage to change the narrative of his mornings and, perhaps, his life.

Looking at his PC, he realized it hadn't finished booting and currently had an error, saying invalid boot device. Mr. Gibson noticed the error and asked Billy to check the cables in the back to make sure all of them were connected correctly. Billy climbed down under the desk and started checking the cables then noticed a USB stick left behind. He removed the thumb drive and was about to climb back out but for some reason he looked up and noticed the person facing him in the opposite desk was Paul who usually sat across the room. He knew it was him because he was stroking his stupidly long, fat dick again except this time Billy had a clear and nearly close-up view of it. Again, he could clearly make out the shape of it as Paul splayed his legs wide and slowly stroked his hand on it as he had done before. Billy watched mesmerized at the display of manhood. Paul had to be fucking with him now, but Billy continued to watch and began to imagine reaching out to touch it himself. He pictured the long shaft, extending out from the tuft of hair to the hooded tip dripping with precum. He was almost beginning to salivate over it before Mr. Gibson surprised him, causing him to hit his head on the underside of the desk.

"Is everything OK down there, Billy?" Mr. Gibson asked from behind him. "Oooo, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

Billy crawled back out from the desk taking one more glance at Paul's display and sat in his seat, flushed. He restarted the PC and watched along with Mr. Gibson to see if it would start booting.

As it began loading the operating system, Mr. Gibson squeezed Billy's shoulder saying, "Nice work, Billy. What was it?"

"Uh, uh," he stuttered, "I think it was this thumb drive someone left in there."

Billy handed the thumb drive over to Mr. Gibson and tried to shake off the display Paul had subjected him to moments ago. He was distracted by Mr. Gibson's hand on his shoulder feeling the sensation traveling across his body leaving goose bumps behind.

Paul leaned to his side and looked at Billy feigning innocence asking, "Having difficulties over there, Rulio? Need any help?"

Billy gave him a hairy eyeball and replied, "No, I got it."

"Cool, Man," Paul replied with a wink. "Just let me know if you need anything over there, Billy."

Billy shook his head and logged into the PC to bring up the coding assignment and was able to force the thought of Paul's dick out of his head. He hadn't experienced this side of Paul who was borderline harassing him at this point and he wondered what triggered all this today. He couldn't figure out the sudden obsession with guys' packages he was being forced to deal with all morning. He couldn't believe he was fantasizing about Malcolm pissing on him and jerking off Paul.

Getting back to task with the class, he was able to avoid any further craziness and head to lunch. He went to get his lunch and found a corner of the cafeteria to be alone with his thoughts. He looked at the different groups across the cafeteria as they ate and chatted. As in the recent past, he found himself longing to be part of a group. He missed having close friends and wondered how it would feel to have a girl sitting next to him. He had a good view of his old friend Joey sitting with Steve, Kevin, Julie, Stacey and Kelly. He still had trouble seeing Steve with Stacey who out classed him by far. Steve was smaller than most boys and Stacey was what guys liked to call thick. She played on the softball team but was curvier than most girls in the school.

As Billy finished his lunch, he mulled over the tension that had been creeping into his day, uncertain whether it was the strange behavior he had encountered or his own restless thoughts that unsettled him most. He stared at the cafeteria's faded tiles, their dull patterns weaving a backdrop to the lively chatter around him. For a moment, he contemplated reaching out to Joey, maybe even trying to rekindle their old camaraderie, but he quickly dismissed the notion, unsure if he could bridge what felt like a chasm of time and change between them. Instead, he decided to spend the rest of the lunch period doing homework that he was supposed to do over the weekend. The bell rang, and with its shrill call, Billy steeled himself for the rest of the day, resolving to focus on his tasks and push aside the confusion and longing that gnawed at the edges of his thoughts.

Billy headed to his next class, which he also liked because of the new teacher this year, Miss Roxanne. She was nice and certainly the prettiest teacher in school, but more importantly she wasn't here in the years before when Billy was hanging out with Mark and causing trouble. He recalled briefly the incident that got Mark expelled when Mrs. Tyler confronted him for bullying Adam, Joey's younger brother. Mark used to harass him daily and Billy was guilty of at least bearing witness if not actively participating at times.

Settling into Biology class, Billy noticed Joey and continued his foray into self-doubt and social isolation. He almost wanted to blame Joey, but in his head, he knew the situation was his own choices that led him here. Class started and much to his delight, the topic for the next section was about sex. At least the biology involving different species' reproductive practices from the way Miss Roxanne explained it. The topic was surprisingly very fascinating and was able to allow Billy to forget the strange thoughts clouding his head today. A few times he felt slightly embarrassed when she talked about gorilla's penis size and monkeys having gay sex. She even talked about lions participating in incest where the father will have sex with the whole family just to show dominance.

The last half of class involved watching a documentary from BBC about the mating practices of different species. Joey left with Miss Roxanne carrying a box and once again, Billy was filled with envy. He watched Joey lift the box and noticed his old friend had bulked up a bit in the recent months. He had been scrawny the past few years with pimples and greasy hair most of the time. Now he was built more like a tall athlete with strong arms on display holding the box for Miss Roxanne. Walking past Billy's desk Joey's view was obstructed by the box allowing Billy a full look at his package as they walked out. Seeing Joey's dick snaked down his inner thigh much like Paul's earlier today, he found himself surprised.

If he hadn't seen Paul's earlier today in the bathroom, he'd swear it was a tube sock stuffed in his pants. Joey's package looked the same as if it were stuffed with a sock and on display in his tight jeans. He found himself imagining Joey's dick, superimposing the memory of Paul's package now burned into his brain it seemed. He started fantasizing as he had earlier except with Joey now. Joey was holding his head and sliding his long, fat dick into his mouth. He imagined it bulging out his cheeks like actresses do in porn. He could almost taste his cum from before lunch when he licked his own hand clean. In his mind's fantasy he was on his knees in the bathroom with Joey fucking his mouth and holding the sides of his head. Billy almost felt like a girl in his imagination sucking off his big dick until he was covered in cum and piss.

Billy forced himself to clear his brain of the image and tried to focus on the documentary, glancing around nervously as if his classmates saw what he was thinking. He was almost mad at Joey for having his bulge on display, but finally in a fit of denial convinced himself Joey stuffed his pants. Billy himself had done it in the past with a sock and once he even stole Mary's dildo to stuff in his pants. Clearing his head again, he focused on getting through this day without thinking of dicks and piss anymore.

As the documentary wrapped up and the end of class approached, Joey and Miss Roxanne returned smiling and laughing. Despite his resolve, Billy glanced again at Joey's package and saw that it was bigger now, like Paul's earlier. If not for jeans holding it against his thigh, he would be tented out obscenely. Billy couldn't believe every male he looked at today seemed to have a huge specimen of a cock and he found himself wondering if he was the only one with a normal size dick.

Frustrated by his own thoughts, he left Bio and headed to Economics with Mr. Stretch. The class was boring but a requirement that he unfortunately failed last year contributing to him being held back for a year. Entering class consumed with the crazy stuff going on today he was sure he would have trouble focusing on the material. The teacher is from Russia and his name is actually Mr. Strzechowski but he goes by Mr. Stretch, thankfully. He was an OK teacher, but Billy struggled with his thick accent at times.

Billy settled into his seat in Economics, pulling out his notebook with the faint hope that scribbling notes might keep his mind occupied. Mr. Stretch began the class with a lecture on market supply and demand principles, accompanied by a few clunky diagrams on the whiteboard. Billy tried to focus, but flashes of the day's bizarre moments danced in his mind, leaving him restless. To his surprise, a classmate named Sarah, who usually kept to herself, leaned over and asked him for help with an equation on her page. Her question was simple, but the unexpected interaction momentarily grounded him, offering a flicker of normalcy. This didn't last long as Mr. Stretch began walking up and down the rows as he discussed his material in class. When he passed Billy, it was clear that he too was well endowed, presumably sporting an erection down the inner thigh of his suit pants. Billy nearly let out an exasperated sigh but stopped himself before making too much of a spectacle.

"Everything is okay, Mister Rulio?" Mr. Stretch asked, stopping and standing next to Billy, placing a hand on shoulder. "Do you have question, or maybe you disagree with thinking behind supply and demand theory, da?" he asked.

"No, n," Billy stuttered as he turned towards Mr. Stretch bringing his face less than two inches from the thick dick, he had just been staring at a few seconds ago. Now speechless and captivated for nearly a minute, he had to shake his head answering, "Uh sorry, Mr. Stretch, I was just having trouble understanding how it tied into the previous section," he lied.

"Well, is good place to stop, da?" Mr. Stretch announced, still standing next to Billy with his hand resting firm on his shoulder. "Everyone, make notes of rest of chapter and do exercises at end for homework tonight. Write equations from board. Much easier than ones from book. If anyone else needs little help, understand connection between chapters, stay after bell rings, and I will explain to you, da?"

Billy continued staring at Mr. Stretch's dick and he swore it was swelling up as he gave out homework instructions, before speaking directly to Billy.

"Billy, gather your books and stuff and come up front so I can review this with you," he instructed.

The bell rang as Billy gathered his items and went to the front and sat in the chair next to Mr. Stretch's desk. He waited nervously as Mr. Stretch stood at his door as the students exited the class. No other students remained behind and soon enough Billy was alone in the class with his teacher. Had he not just been staring at his substantial package a few minutes earlier he wouldn't have thought anything of it, but with his head being all jacked up today he found himself anxious now.

Mr. Stretch walked back to his desk after closing the door and Billy was once again drawn to look at his dick which was clearly now fully erect in his pants. He sat on his rolling chair and reached over to guide Billy over next to him by resting his hand on his leg.

"Come, Billy, slide over next to me here, da? We will review together and see where I can be helping," Mr. Stretch said with a warm smile while resting his hand on Billy's leg. Being slightly oversensitive today he jumped a bit causing his teacher to rub back and forth slightly and calmly saying, "Ah, no need to be nervous, Billy," Mr. Stretch said, "I am sure, by time we finish, you will have clear understanding and full view of everything, yes?"

Mr. Stretch opened the textbook to the previous chapter and started reviewing the material which Billy was pretty sure he understood from the beginning. Having lied about it earlier he made himself appear to be attentive but found himself stealing lingering glances at the bulge in his teacher's pant leg. It was definitely fully erect now as Billy could clearly see the shaft of Mr. Stretch's cock straining against the material in his pants.

"You can suck, if you like," Mr. Stretch said pulling Billy from his fantasy.

"What?!" Billy asked, alarmed at the suggestion.

"I said, unless you understand this chapter you can suck at the rest of the class, if this is what you like," he explained.

"Oh," Billy replied calming himself down. "No, I think I understand but I was just confused earlier."

Mr. Stretch smiled and caressed Billy's back affectionately., before saying, "Good, good. You will come to me if you no understand future assignments, Mr. Rulio, yes?"

"Of course, Mr. Stretch," Billy said calming down now.

"Now, Billy. You write down those notes from the board and then you can go, and I'll write a note for your next class in case you be late," he said while standing.

Billy started to take the notes in his book while Mr. Stretch stood next to him with his pelvis pushed towards his face. Flustered again, Billy kept messing up the notes and had to scribble them out and start again. The scent of Mr. Stretch distracting Billy from his notes caused him to stop and start multiple times along with the pulsing from his bulge again only an inch from his face.

"Billy, Billy. Calm down and don't be in a hurry," Mr. Stretch said quieting him down. Somewhat. "Here, let me do you," he said now leaning over with his hard cock pressed against Billy's back.

He started writing the equations for Billy occasionally sliding his cock back and forth as he leaned over him. Billy could feel the heat from hard cock pressed against him and it was making him excited more than nervous. Billy found himself closing his eyes and moaning to himself as he pressed back against the hard shaft pulsing against his back. He wanted to turn around, take it out and suck it as he had been imagining all day and pictured what it would be like. His mouth now open and his breath shuddering, Billy squeezed his legs together to get some stimulation in his pants as his own little dick ached now for attention.

"OK, let me write you note so you no get in trouble," Mr. Stretch said leaning even harder against Billy to retrieve the pad of paper from the corner of his desk.

Mr. Stretch's hard cock was now pressed against the base of Billy's neck as he started writing a note for Billy's last class. Billy was possessed with something he didn't understand, and he turned his head as far around as he could landing the pulsing bulge on his cheek now. Mr. Stretch's cock was now wrapped along the side of his pants under his beltline and Billy's mouth touched the head of his teacher's cock. It was leaking precum and Billy's open lips were now getting wet with fluid. Billy was breathing hard now and closed his lips around the head of his teacher's dick and pressed his tongue hard against it. He turned his chair slightly to allow better access and felt Mr. Stretch's hand now pressed on the back of his head.

"Is this you want, Billy," his teacher asked standing now and grinding his hard dick into Billy's open mouth. "You like suck dick?" he further inquired. "Door is locked. You can have it if you want," his teacher said undoing his belt and button.

Billy molded his mouth to the bulge in his teacher's pants practically battling him as he tried to lower them. Finally, Mr. Stretch pulled his pants and briefs down pushing his cock out to the air in front of Billy. His cock bobbed as it was released from its confines hung hard in its need for release. Billy leaned back and focused on the heavy shaft hanging in front of him. It was thicker than Paul's but looked similar in shape and color and continued to harden as Billy reached to hold it. He stared at it with a lustful gaze as he brought it to his mouth and opened wide to fit it in. He pulled the foreskin back slightly revealing the purple dripping head just before he extended his tongue as a welcome mat to his mouth. The hefty weight of Mr. Stretch's fat dick felt warm in Billy's mouth, and he eagerly began licking and sucking more of the shaft.

"Dat's right, Billy," his teacher encouraged him. "Relax and take it in. Mmm. Such good boy you are, Billy. Billy?"

Billy was focused on getting more of the thick dick in his mouth and kept working his lips over the thick shaft as if gobbling it down. He felt it close off the back of his mouth as it pressed against his throat forcing him to breathe through his nose. He felt pressure on the back of his head, forcing it into his throat and blocking his airway entirely. He closed his eyes and forced the cock down his throat more and more. There was a burning sensation in his throat as it was stretched to accommodate the thick manly cock. His heart raced as he was still unable to breathe. He didn't want to remove the cock from his mouth despite needing air and relief.

"Billy?" Mr. Stretch called him.

Billy continued to focus on the dick in his throat wanting to keep it there, savoring the taste. He could feel the soft skin covering the hard shaft with his tongue. The way it moved along the rigid shaft as Billy continued to stuff the dick in his throat. He sucked as much as he could with his mouth and throat stretched. The slobber dripped from his lip onto his hand.

"Billy?" Mr. Stretch called again. "Billy! Wake up, Billy!"

Billy opened his eyes and realized he had been daydreaming the whole cock sucking episode. He looked back and forth and saw he was sitting with his notebook open and notes that he and Mr. Stretch had transcribed a few minutes ago. His teacher was seated next to him with a concerned smile on his face. His pants were still on although they still worked hard to contain his erection. His hand was on Billy's thigh caressing it lightly.

"Are you sure you are okay, Billy?" he asked, his voice heavy with concern. "One moment you are here with me, next moment you look like you are dozing off. I know maybe I am not so exciting, but I promise you this: you will not fail this class again," he added with a warm smile now rubbing his back softly.

Billy stared back at Mr. Stretch, reliving the last five minutes of daydreaming, wondering again what was wrong with him. Looking at the clock, he realized the bell had rung 10 minutes ago and he needed to get to his last class. He saw the note from Mr. Stretch and saw the cell phone number written on top of his notes with a message to text him if he needed any further help.

"Th. Thanks, Mr. Stretch," Billy stammered. "I'll text you if I have questions with the homework. I appreciate your help."

Billy stood and returned the chair to its place before heading out to his next class. He had to get home and get a shower or something. He was getting obsessed with this stuff, and it was making him crazy.

He headed to his last class of the day Math, which also included his new harasser, Paul. Entering the class late, he handed the note to Mr. Alesandro and sure enough Paul was sitting at the only shared table with a seat. Usually, Billy sat with Alex who did very little talking or classwork for that matter, usually leaving him alone. Paul must have fenagled himself onto Billy's usual table with some clever excuse and he sat with a predatory smile awaiting the target of his likely intended harassment.

Billy approached the table and sat down next to Paul looking cautiously for any traps like ones he had left for others, especially Joey. Not finding any pranks he proceeded to open his book and find the page they were on trying to refocus on schoolwork and forget about dicks for a while.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Paul looking at him smiling and turning to him asked, "What?" showing his annoyance.

"Nothing, Man," Paul replied easily. "Just wondering if you're OK. You look flushed, dude. You don't have COVID do you?" he asked feigning fear.

"No, I'm just hot from rushing from the last class," Billy lied. "You see I was late."

"OK, Man. Be cool," Paul said and patted Billy on the back.

Focusing back on schoolwork, Billy followed along on the easy chapter. He had taken this math class last year but failed due to attendance more than anything. He knew the material well as math usually came easy to him. Halfway through the class everyone was working on an assignment which required their TI graphing calculator and Billy leaned over to get his from his pack. Shortly after, Paul did the same and Billy automatically took the opportunity to steal at glance at Paul's crotch. Sure enough, it was still erect running down his thigh triggering a hot flash across Billy's face. Paul sat back up and caught the lingering glance of Billy causing him to smile slightly.

"Damn, thing has been like that all day," Paul whispered to him in mock annoyance. "I probably gotta get Jill to take care of it after school, but she's got softball practice," he continued. "I'd probably blow my top as soon as she touches it, anyway."

Billy tried to smile but likely appeared nervous instead as he stared at Paul's long, pulsing shaft openly now as if it was a good friend. Billy knew he was daydreaming again as he reached out and grasped the base of Paul's dick and began to stroke it. He could feel the warmth radiating through his pants as his hand squeezed the rigid pole. He knew he was imagining the thick bulge in the center and ridge near the head of dick. In his daydream, he could hear Paul moan quietly and felt happy he was able to please him.

He imagined Paul saying, "That's good, Man. Thanks for helping me out."

Billy began stroking it harder and freely awaiting the eventual orgasm he knew would come. He felt Paul's cock pulse hard now and jump in his hand in response to his warm strokes.

"Don't stop, Man," Paul whispered. "I'm going to blow right now in my pants. Fuck."

Billy felt it jump and could feel the thick part of his shaft pump cum into his pants. Billy was even imagining the strong scent of his cum and warm wetness on his hand as he continued to help Paul through his orgasm. The orgasm continued for nearly a minute and Billy imagined himself squeezing the cum through his pants to coat his fingers before bringing it to his mouth to lick it clean. He put his hand back in the same saturated spot and somehow managed to get his fingers well coated with semen, which he proceeded to lick clean.

"Oh shit, Man," Paul whispered again as he slapped Billy's back lightly. "That was awesome of you man. I mean a blowjob would be better but probably not in the middle of class and all."

Billy's attention returned to Paul's smiling face and then down this his hand as it left his mouth now filled with the flavor of cum. Cum tasting very different than his own from earlier and he realized he wasn't daydreaming. He looked down at Paul's dick and saw it retreating from the large wet spot on his leg and realized in horror that he had jerked off his classmate to completion; then proceeded to eat his cum.

"Hey, Man," Paul said trying to calm the now panicked Billy. "It's cool. I didn't mean to be pushy about the blowjob. Thanks for the handy, though. Seriously. As, I'll have to keep my bag in front me until I get to my car," he said ignoring Billy's continued look of surprise. "Probably should avoid Jill too until I get changed," he commented to himself thoughtfully.

Soon enough the bell rang and shook Billy from his stunned state, and he watched as Paul awkwardly arranged the bag with his back to the class. Billy looked again at the large cum spot in his pants that looked huge now and wondered how much cum he could produce if properly serviced instead of a side seat hand job. Shaking his head he stood himself and took quick exit from the class to head to his car.