Becoming a Slutboy

This story will follow our main character as they slowly discover the pleasures of sex (gay sex in most storylines) and become a pretty little slut. You can change the names of the main character and the two main partners of the two storylines I have written in the games menu. I also suggest turning on game mode, but its not required at all. If you would like to learn more about the two potential storylines, check the chapter linked below. You are also free to create a new storyline with new characters.

Regardless of which storyline you go for, make sure you enjoy ;)

CW // homophobic slurs

The baby blue ceiling of your bedroom filled your vision as you woke up. A ray of sunlight was peaking through your blinds and had laid itself across your face. You slowly raised yourself up in bed, and wiped the sleep away from your eyes. You got up and trudged the familiar path across your childhood bedroom to your bathroom.

You flicked on the bathroom light and looked in the mirror. A cute 18 year old high school senior stared back at you. Silky black hair that was slightly too long for your mothers taste licked at the soft skin of your face, and you grabbed your brush to get your hair under control. As you wrapped your hands around the brush, your eyes flitted to the name plate fixed to the bottom corner of your mirror.

Adrian, the bright yellow letters spelled out. Your mom had put that there over a decade ago, when you still shared this bathroom with your older sister. She'd been out of the house for a couple of years now, but you never got around to removing the name plate.

You placed the hair brush back in its place as you undressed, preparing to take a shower. Your shirt lifted to reveal a lithe, fit but not especially muscular young body. A very light covering of dark hair added some texture to your skin. As you slipped off your pajama bottoms, your cock flopped out, still just a bit firm from your morning wood. You turned to the shower, revealing your squeezable ass to the mirror. You'd always had a bit of a bubble butt. Probably from those workouts your sister made you do with her when you were still a preteen.

After finishing your shower and getting dressed, you grabbed your school bag and walked downstairs to see your mom waiting impatiently by the door, her purse in her hand.

"Glad to see you made it, Adrian" she said. You just rolled your eyes. She was always making a big show about how slow you were and how she couldn't afford to be late for work, even though she had been a senior partner with her law firm for the past 15 years and could do whatever she pleased at this point in her career. And of course, no matter how fussy she got, you guys were never actually late.

You threw on your shoes and hopped in the car, and within a minute you were off to school. Some people at school like to give you shit for still being driven by your mother in senior year, and as you pulled up to school today your mom's mini van got the usual side glances and smirks. But you didn't worry that much about it. It was just easier for your mom to drop you off, and nobody gave you any serious trouble about it. Besides, you had much bigger problems to worry about at school.

As if on cue, a hand shoved your shoulder from behind, tipping you over and sending you school supplies tipping out of your bag.

"Hey loser," a deep voice said. Fucking Blake. He was an ass to everyone at school, but it seemed like he had a special target out on your back. Probably because you were friends with Lucas, one of the few openly gay kids at your high school.

Blake picked up your sketchbook from where it had fallen out onto the ground.

"Draw any new pictures of the fag?" He taunted derisively. You felt your cheeks flush with anger. Blake knew exactly how to rile you up and the fact he was so good at it only made you even more frustrated. You turned around to face him. At 6'1, he was several inches taller than you. His short, light brown hair was as smooth as ever, and that bulging nose of his was scrunched from the nasty grin on his face.

His biceps bulged in his tight shirt as he held your sketchbook. You think the only reason everyone didn't hate his guts is because he was apparently attractive, according to the girls in school at least.

He held the book up to eye level and made a show of slowly flipping through the pages, pretending to actually give a shit what was on them.

"Based on these pages, I can only guess that . . . hmm." he paused as if he was actually considering the possibilities. "You've gotta be a dumbass faggot too, huh Adrian?" Your fists clenched in anger. Blake always liked to suggest that you were gay with Lucas. That you drew lewd pictures of him, and that you guys fucked. You were accepting of Lucas's sexuality, but you were not gay.

Blake dangled your sketchbook in front of your face with an evil look in his eyes that honestly made you a little nervous. Just as he opened his mouth, though, a shout rang out across the school parking lot.

"Hey!" It was Ms. Nguyen, the school's art teacher. "I don't know what you two boys are up to over there, but I know it isn't any good. So knock it off!" She shouted at you and Blake.

Blake gave you a dirty look before throwing your sketchbook to the ground and stomping off. It wasn't the first time Ms. Nguyen had saved you from that asshat. And you thought her interference was starting to get on his nerves. As you picked up your dropped supplies, you looked up to see her walking towards you.

She really was an angel to you at this school. She saved you from bullies, taught your favorite class, and she was, quite frankly, drop dead gorgeous with her pale, flawless skin, and luscious black hair.

"Are you alright, Adrian?" She asked you.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine," you said.

Ms. Nguyen let out a deep sigh. "You should get going, class is starting soon. I'll try to speak with administration about Blake again but you know they're useless when it comes to this stuff."

You cracked a slight smile at her comment, then zipped up your bag and headed to your first class.