A Bully's Transformation - Pt. 03

Billy couldn't wait to get home and try to reboot. He needed a shower first, then a good mouth rinse followed by a good porn session to calm him down. The taste of Paul's cum remained strong in his mouth and he struggled resisting the urge to smell and lick his palm more than he already had. He could still feel Paul's thick heavy cock in his palm as he gripped the steering wheel of his car. He squeezed his small dick through his pants to help ease the ache setting in as he pulled into the driveway.

Thankfully his sister worked early today to prepare the bar for the week, and his brother and father wouldn't be home for a couple of hours. He dropped his bag and removed his shoes at the door and went immediately to his bedroom where he started undressing. He decided he would do the things he needed in reverse as his lust had grown to an uncontrollable level.

Completely nude he flopped on his bed and started stroking his small dick. It ached so badly but wouldn't get all the way hard. Despite the lack of erection, it felt good to squeeze and stroke it. He brought his other hand up to his nose to smell the scent of Paul's release and immediately began to lick every inch of his palm, fingers and in between. Having cleaned all the cum from his hand he reached for his phone to look up some porn, instead finding a series of texts from Paul.

Paul to Billy: Dude. That handy was fire today. Look how calm my boy is now.

The next text had a picture of Paul's soft dick coming out of his pants and down to the edge of his car seat. It was high resolution, and Billy was able to zoom in filling the screen with Paul's huge uncut dick. He stroked furiously now and moved to the next text with a slight sense of disappointment it wasn't another picture.

Paul to Billy: Here's one Jill took the other day after I spent the whole day aching for her. That's how hard I was in my pants today.

The next picture showed Paul laying on his bed naked and his fully erect cock stretching up to his belly button. Again, zooming in, Billy could see the veins below the skin and the pool of precum dripping on his stomach. He breathed heavily as he stroked his own dick looking at Paul's hard cock. He couldn't believe he was stroking it just an hour ago and had tasted his cum. He was more turned on right now than he had ever been and couldn't wait to cum. He flipped back to the earlier picture and imagined himself on the floor of Paul's car gobbling up his dick as he had imagined earlier with Mr. Stretch. Recalling the image of Mr. Stretch's hard dick in his pants and having him press it against his back and neck Billy felt confident he was being teased by his teacher. Something about Billy had triggered these men around him to sense his obsession and vulnerability. It was like pheromones or maybe the smell of fear by a pack of horny wolves. Billy imagined being submissive and, on his knees, sucking Paul's hard dick until he coated his mouth with cum. The same cum he could taste in his mouth now. He was accepting that he wanted to suck Paul's dick. He wanted to suck Mr. Stretch's dick and even imagined himself doing it right there in the classroom. He recalled his brother's dick from the morning and how hot if felt on the back of his neck.

In his lust filled mind he thought of something and put down his phone and went to his brother's room. He had caught his brother several times over the years jerking off and knew he used a cum rag to catch his load. Looking under his brother's pillows he found the rag and immediately flopped on the bed and continued his jerk off session. He brought the rag up to his face and breathed in the scent of his brother's cum which filled the rag. Opening the rag, he found a huge, thick wet load waiting for him. It was cool when Billy engulfed the large portion in his mouth. He sucked and licked it from the rag, and it now spread across his tongue filling his mouth with his brother's flavor. It was different than both Paul's and his own and he savored it without swallowing. Leaving the cum rag to lay on his face he jerked furiously as his mind filled with thoughts of cum, piss and cocks. He only wished his cock would harden to make it feel even better, but it didn't matter. It still felt amazing to jerk off thinking about the huge dicks he saw today. He could feel himself about to release his own load and didn't want to miss any of it, so he cupped his palm over his jerking hand and waited to feel the warm cum fill his hand. Moaning loudly, he released his load into his palm careful not to lose a drop. When he finished, he snatched the cum rag away and brought the cum to his mouth and licked it off. It was a small load but enough to calm the desire for a bit.

He lay there for several minutes before returning the cum rag and straightening up the bed back to its original state. He looked around his brother's room to make sure he didn't leave anything out of place before heading to the bathroom to shower. The shame of his act came to the surface in his post orgasmic mind, but he couldn't argue with how turned on he was about it all. He changed his mind about brushing his teeth as he was enjoying the flavor of his own and brother's cum in his mouth now. Showering and calming down a bit, he went to his room to get dressed.

Putting on his typical T-shirt and basketball shorts he grabbed his bag and went to the kitchen to start homework and dinner. Donning one of the aprons his mom always wore he started to get the ingredients for dinner. He was still dazed as the images and flavors flashed off and on in his mind. The feel of Paul's dick and the warmth of his cum filled his mind as he put the chicken he had prepped this morning in the oven to bake along with a few potatoes.

As he started his homework, he recalled the feeling of Mr. Stretch's dick against him and the imagined blowjob he gave him. He wondered what his teacher's dick looked like as it bulged in his pants. He decided to text him and thank him for the notes and help.

Billy to Mr. S: Thanks for your help today and for being nice to me about passing your class this time around.

Mr. S to Billy: Billy, I have knowing you for many years, yes? I knowing you are smart boy, but maybe sometimes you misunderstood by others around you. I enjoying helping today very much. If you wanting more help, I am happy to give, da?

Billy felt a fond affection towards Mr. Stretch, particularly after his time with him today. He liked the way he encouraged him and always treated him with respect but today was different. It was almost like an attraction that wasn't there before which confused Billy as he never considered himself gay.

As the afternoon wore on, Billy found himself replaying moments from their conversation, dissecting each smile and gesture with a curious intensity. It wasn't about labels, he realized, but about the unexpected connection that had blossomed between them, something gentle yet disarming. He wondered if Mr. Stretch felt the same spark, or if his warmth was simply the natural kindness Billy had come to admire. The uncertainty both exhilarated and unnerved him, leaving him to grapple with feelings he hadn't anticipated, yet couldn't ignore.

He hadn't spent this much time thinking about his feelings let alone the feelings of others and wondered why he was suddenly so introspective today. He forced himself to finish up his homework and set the table for dinner. Checking the chicken and potatoes he went ahead and started to cook some frozen broccoli. With the absence of his mother, he had taken to domestic tasks as his siblings and father worked a lot, leaving him home first and seemingly gifted in the kitchen anyway. As predicted, his father and brother entered the house leaving their jacket and shoes at the door.

"Dinner smells great, Billy!" his father said coming to greet him. Resting his hand on Billy's shoulder and stepping close to him he asked jovially, "What's cooking, good looking?"

His dad often said goofy stuff like this with Billy, and it didn't faze him. He was actually fun to be around most of the time even if intimidating. Billy recalled him being the same with his mom.

Smiling up at his dad who was easily a head taller than him he answered, "Roasted chicken and potatoes. I used that rub you like which is what you're smelling. Should be ready by the time you guys are done your shower," Billy said as he opened the oven and bent to check the chicken.

"Looking forward to it, Mama," his dad said before swatting him lightly on the ass and heading to the shower.

Billy felt different today about his dad's shenanigans. His dad had often treated him or talked to him like he would a woman, specifically his mom but today Billy found himself flushed and embarrassed. He enjoyed the attention, but maybe for a different reason.

Setting the food on the table his brother came into the kitchen after showering, still putting on a t-shirt. Billy often saw his brother's naked chest and stomach but today was again different. It was hairy and strong looking with clearly defined stomach muscles leading down in a V to shorts. His chest hair tapered down to a thin line before beginning to fan out below his shorts. Billy could see his brother's dick, half-hard and swinging in his loose shorts as if trying to hypnotize him. He stared as his brother walked up close to him looking down with a serious look on his face, but quiet.

"What?" Billy asked nervously looking up at his brother.

An agonizing thirty seconds passed that felt like an hour as he stared up at his imposing brother. His brother brought his cell phone up and showed Billy the screen which was paused on a video of Billy laying in his brother's bed jerking off with the cum rag on his face. His heart fell from his chest as he stared at the incriminating image and waited for his brother's reaction.

"Um, uh," Billy faltered as he stood holding the broccoli.

"Well? We ready to eat?" Their dad said loudly as he entered the kitchen showered and cleaned.

"Later," his brother said quietly as he put his phone away and went to get a drink.

Billy put the food down, removed his apron and went to get a glass of water. His mouth was dry now as he nervously glanced at his brother. At least he didn't blurt it out to their father that Billy was a cum eating faggot. There's that anyway.

They had their normal banter during dinner and despite the earlier threatening look from his brother, he seemed to not be mad about Billy jerking off in his room and eating his cum. At one point he was going on again about his upcoming promotion and mentioned again his plan to celebrate at the club. When he was talking about feeding the girls, he glanced over at Billy and winked suggestively.

"Well, just don't go knocking a bunch of 'em up and bringing me grandkids home," their father warned than laughed.

"Somehow, I don't think I'll have to worry about that," Jake said with eyebrows raised and looking directly at Billy.

They finished dinner and their dad got a beer and went to watch the news. Billy started clearing the table to load the dishwasher. Jake offered to help and stood near his little brother to load up the leftovers and put them in the fridge. They made quick work of cleaning up and Jake looked at his brother giving him a 'follow me' finger curl.

"I'll be right back, Dad," he called over his shoulder. "Gotta show Billy something."

Leading his little brother to his bedroom he pointed to the webcam on his PC saying, "It's set to record and text me whenever there's movement in my room. Imagine what I thought when I found my cute little brother eating my cum and jerking off in my bed?"

"Uh," Billy started then blurted it all out. "I've had a crazy day since I woke up almost. I've been looking at guys dicks all day, being flashed dicks in the bathroom, having piss splattered me, jerking off a classmate during class and," Billy paused now tearing up and clearly upset. "I'm sorry, OK?" he begged nearly sobbing to Jake.

Jake looked at him without an expression, then reached out and brought him in for an embrace. The surprising demonstration of empathy from his brother took him aback and he leaned into the embrace, crying softly.

"Listen," Jake said softly. "I'm mostly fucking with you Billy. If you like that stuff, it's cool. I haven't forgotten how hard it was for Sean when he told his family he was into guys."

"I'm just confused," Billy said into his brother's chest. "I've never had these thoughts before. I've never fantasized about guys before, let alone my own brother and father."

"Well, listen," Jake said pulling Billy back and wiping the tears from his eyes. "I'm here for you while you figure this stuff out. I helped Sean out a lot when he was discovering himself, so you might even consider me an expert," he bragged with genuine pride.

"Thanks, brother," Billy said softly. "Also, thanks for not telling Dad."

"You might be surprised at how Dad takes it, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Jake said embracing his brother again.

Billy leaned in hard to his brother's embrace feeling safe and warm. He could feel the strong muscles in his brother's midsection and back. He could also feel his brother's hard dick now tenting up and poking Billy in the stomach hard.

"Seriously?" Billy asked, pointing his open palm at his brother's tent.

"What can I say?" Jake said lifting his shoulders and hands with a smirk on his face. "Watching my little brother eat my cum and jerk his little dick turned me on," he continued. "In fact, I might have to refill my rag right now. So, you can check back later if you like and have some fresh and warm."

Billy shook his head, turned and left the room to go to his own. He flopped down in his bed and thought about the exchange with his brother. Jake was obviously cool with Billy exploring this stuff happening to him. He wondered what he meant when he mentioned helping Sean who Billy knew came out as gay when he was 18. He found himself so curious he got up and walked back to Jake's room and let himself in closing the door behind him.

"What do you mean by, 'You helped Sean'?" Billy asked timidly.

"I thought you'd never ask," Jake said smiling at his little brother. "We tried some experiments if you catch my meaning," Jake waited for Billy to catch on. "I let him use me as a test a few times to see if he really did like it," he continued flippantly. "Nothing really crazy. He just jerked me off a few times and sucked my dick whenever I needed it. It's no secret I'm a horndog slut," he said with his signature smirk and shrug. "I usually blow a couple times a day unless I can get someone to take care of it for me," he continued now with a wide smile and a suggestive look.

Blake pulled his shorts out and before Billy could even respond sat down on the bed with his long, thick erection hanging out in front of him. Billy was immediately drawn to it and glanced up at his smiling brother a few times before approaching him, then kneeling in front of him. He was now staring straight on at Blake's imposing manhood pulsing to its fully erect state. The weight of it kept it from lifting straight up as Billy reached out to hold it. He had never touched another dick aside from stroking Paul's through his pants earlier today and he found it fascinating. He could feel the silky, smooth skin slide freely over the hardness inside. It pulsed with Billy's manipulation as if anticipating what was coming. There was plenty of shaft to hold and Billy used both hands to stroke it slowly. He examined all the sides of his brother's cock and the large balls hanging beneath the base of it. He used one hand to touch them and feel their heft in his palm. It was all much bigger than his own and Billy was captivated with the imposing presentation. He watched the skin as it slid up the large head and over the ridge before retreating again with his downstroke. Billy was captivated now with this perfect specimen of manhood. Even the way his pubic hair was naturally smoothed down as it surrounded the base of his cock and looked perfectly groomed.

The scent of his brother's cock was more prevalent now as a thick droplet of precum formed at the tip. Billy breathed in deeply and watched with wide excited eyes as his brother's cock flexed with his strokes. His hand couldn't reach around the whole shaft, so he was naturally compelled to use both hands. The precum dripped profusely from his brother's dick as his strokes intensified and watched with continued anticipation for the explosion of cum he wanted.

Jake moaned with pleasure and Billy looked up at his brother who had his head laid back and mouth open. Billy's eyes traveled down his brother's chiseled body taking in his strong chest and shoulders leading to his muscular arms and stomach. His abs were clearly defined and fed into a V pattern down to his hips and large thighs. Meanwhile the extension of his manhood pulsed in Billy's hands as he stroked it timidly. He saw now that his brother's balls were holding tight to the base of his cock and throbbed every few strokes. The precum had coated Billy's forearms now and he felt compelled to lean down and lick it. It was warm and tasted amazing as had the thick cum he ate from his brother's cum rag.

Jake began to pump his hips up towards Billy's face and moaned loudly. Billy looked on with excited anticipation at the opening of his brother's shaft begging to release its prize. He subconsciously held his mouth open without realizing it was a straight shot between the two points.

"I'm gonna cum, Baby," Jake said in a breathy voice. "Oh my gosh your hands feel good."

Billy proudly continued stroking his brother's dick, watching for the moment he worked for all this time. He saw it first from his brother's balls before it exploded from his dick. The balls lifted and seemingly pushed Jake's cum up the shaft out of the opening in a violent, fragrant spray of passion. A large portion of the first load covered Billy's lips and nose, then without thinking he lifted and moved closer to catch the rest inside his mouth. Billy was not even sure what compelled him to this, but it felt natural as his brother spewed several more loads of cum onto his waiting tongue. Thirty seconds or so into his brother's orgasm, Billy was able to swallow what he reverently held on to his tongue. He savored the taste as he let it slide down his gullet, pressing his tongue to roof of his mouth to secure it in place. He opened his mouth and used one hand to wipe the cum from his lips and face onto his awaiting tongue and swallowed it that same as before. Seeing more cum dripping from his brother's dick, he leaned forward and scooped it with his tongue.

Jake yelped a bit at the sensation and Billy smiled in a teasing manner at his brother. He felt in control of his brother's pleasure, which is more control than he had felt all day and perhaps in a long while. Using his hand, he squeezed a bit more cum from the shaft up to the opening and again licked it up. This time his brother watched with equal excited anticipation while Billy scooped the large droplet of cum into his mouth.

"Billy Baby," Jake breathed. "That was amazing. I don't know where you are with all this stuff, but I'm happy to be the recipient of you figuring it out." He followed it up with a deep breath and loud exhale, "Phew."

Billy looked on at his brother, glancing back and forth from his now shrinking cock to his confident smile and svelte body. He felt feminine at this moment as he had earlier when daydreaming. He didn't really feel confusion or struggle, just feminine.

"Thanks for letting me figure this out, Jake," Billy said timidly. "Please don't tell Dad about any of this."

"Hey," Jake said sitting up now and lifting his brother to a standing position. "I got you, alright? I won't pretend I didn't end up on the better side of this dilemma, though," he said with signature smirk.

Billy hugged his brother than helped him gather the few things he had removed before receiving his inaugural hand job. He watched as his brother left the room and went to watch sports with his father. As he followed somewhat pensively, he wondered what was happening to his body and mind that led him here. He wondered why this recent act of gay sex felt natural to him. It was funny, because he didn't feel gay as much as he felt feminine.

Jumping in the shower again he washed himself and again stroked his little dick in the warm water thinking of how his brother's large, heavy cock felt in his hand. How it pulsed with need and pumped the cum from his balls up to his mouth and face. He knew he wanted more; more cum, more cock, more sex. Finishing, he dried off his body and for a moment didn't feel disgust at his small dick but felt like it was right for what he needed. He wasn't an alpha male; he wasn't dominant. He wanted to be submissive and let large, dicked boys take him. He wanted Jake, Paul, Mr. Stretch, and others to show him what it was like to be a girl. To take their cocks to him and fuck him until he sprouted tits and a pussy.

He went off to his bedroom and put on a pair of pajama shorts, then went to the living room to say good night. He went over to his father and touched his strong shoulder saying good night, then turned to leave seeing his brother. He leaned down and hugged his brother catching the attention of his father.

"Wait," John said in mock indignation. "I don't get a hug too. What am I, chopped liver?"

Billy smiled and went to his father and leaned down to hug him. His dad reached Billy's comparatively small body and brought him in for a tight, clumsy hug that ended with Billy sitting on his dad's lap and trying to stop himself from falling off the other side of the recliner. He ended up with both hands wrapped around his dad's neck and his head tucked to one side while his ass and hips pressed against his father's midsection. He immediately felt the hardness of his dad's dick against his ass then felt the flush of heat rise while he was hugging him. He kissed his dad on the cheek in a rare sign of affection and stood to go to bed.

"Good night, Dad," Billy said leaving the room.

"Good night, Cupcake," John said getting a quick slap on Billy's ass.

"Good night, Babe," Jake said as his brother passed by flushed and embarrassed.