============================================================= Another Sk8r-dreams "guest episode" this time by fotek@mac.com Thanks to reaver27@hotmail.com for permission to contribute to the series. All his warning apply: Foreward: Don't read this if you're not allowed to by someone or some law....blah blah blah
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What to do now? Having the Maker was fun but he was getting a bit bored of just playing around with it. Now was the time to do something a little more intense. He sat down at his computer and pulled up the Maker's main screen staring at it for a few moments before jumping up and calling out for Nick.
"Yo, Nick!" He yelled up the stairs. "You there?"
"Wha's up?" Asked Nick appearing at the top of the steps a luscious sillhouette of hard muscle against the light.
"Come down here, and let me get a look at you, I've had an idea."
Nick ran down the stairs and stepped into James' bedroom, 6'2" of gorgous man, wearing nothing but cargo shorts and sneakers. He stepped over to where his friend sat at the computer busily typing commands in and chuckling to himself.
"Wha's up Jays?" Asked Nick, as he stood behind James' chair and reached round with two chunky arms to fondle his best friend's nipples.
"I'll tell you wha's up!" Grinned James, turning to face Nick. "We're all fed up of being told where not to skate and blade right?"
"Hell yeah!" Nick nodded. "Only this morning Tye got a warning from some do goodin' cop who was too busy watching for kids skating to worry about real fuckin' criminals.
"Exactly!" Agreed James. "Well it's been goin' on for too long and it's time to sort that out. From now on anyone who goes skating in this town is gonna be safe. Would you care for a demonstration?" James grinned at Nick and winked.
"Oh yeah!" Replied Nick. "I wouldn't miss this."
A few minutes later James and Nick set off in the direction of the police station leaving the the rest of the group engaged in a particularly messy orgy that was seeing the pre-pubescent Neil being skewered by muscle stud, Shannon, while the rest watched and jerked off.
Nick, who was slightly disappointed not to be joining in the orgy, followed close behind James as they boarded off in the direction of the police station.
After a few minutes, they pulled off the sidewalk by the big courtyard area in front of the police station. Everyone in the town knew that skating in public places was against the law so this was the perfect place for James to try out his new plan to give the skating community a bit of a break.
Before either of them could even start practising their moves a crabby looking and very over weight cop stepped out of the main entrance to the building and began to make his way over to the pair.
James winked at Nick.
"Keep it cool bud and watch this!"
As the fat policeman approached them he began to speak.
"Now you kids better not be planning on skating here." The cop wheezed with a cough. "The skate park's over on the other side of town and you all know very well that that's the only place round here that you're allowed to do it."
He frowned at Nick and James as if waiting for a response, beads of sweat standing out on his brow in the heat of the afternoon sun. When neither of them said anything but instead dropped their boards to the floor and put their feet on them, he decided that stronger action was necessary.
Reaching down to his belt he was about to grab his notebook to get the two youth's names when he started to feel strange.
James flipped his board up and caught it in his right hand as he settles back to watch the cop who had started to lose weight rapidly. As James and Nick looked on, the cop's rotund body seemed to spasm and grow upwards, the growth continuing until his height was just over 6'. At the same time as growing upwards, the man's arms, neck, chest and legs began to bulge with new muscles, which went from noticable to defined in just a few seconds. The sweaty face, thinned, and strong cheek and jaw bones emerged from beneath the fat to leave a rugged looking stubbly face that began to grow younger looking by the second.
Without any warning, the cops clothes suddenly came to life, rearranging until, within a matter of seconds, he was no longer wearing his standard uniform but instead sported a pair of navy skate trainers, baggy navy cargo pants and a tight white muscle t-shirt with a police crest on the breast and a small badge with the name "Brad Wilkins" on it. Finally, the young man's hair grew out by a few inches and a baseball cap with the police logo appeared on top, which he absently reached up to adjust, putting it the wrong way round.
Both James and Nick were impressed. In less than half a minute, the cop had changed from being an overweight 45 year old 5'7" man to become a 6'1" 22 year old muscular adonis and best of all, the first of the town's new police skateboarders.
James grinned at the cop who smiled back as he reached down to pick up his board which had appeared on the floor by his feet.
"Mind if we hang with you for a bit?" Asked James to the new cop he knew he didn't have to ask of course but made it more fun to strike up a conversation.
"Sure thing man!" The cop replied. "I'm off duty for a couple of hours.
Wanna hit the streets with me?"
"You bet, Bud!" Agreed James, flashing a smile and a wink at Nick as the pair set off down the road towards the park.
The new skater cop, Brad, was obviously an expert on his board and Nick and James had to work hard to keep up with him as they flew through the streets, making for the big park at the centre of town. Pausing for a breather by some steps, James pulled out his palm top computer and made some adjustments to himself and Nick so that they'd be better able to keep up with Brad from now on.
As he slipped the portable back into his cargo shorts he couldn't help but notice Brad looking at him with hungry eyes. Spotting the bulge in the new cop's shorts, James took the lead and the three of them made for the dense undergrowth at the end of the park where no one would be able to see them.
No sooner had they slipped into the bushes than Brad, threw himself onto James, hungrily kissing his tanned face and pressing his throbbing cock into the young skater's crotch. Nick, feeling a little left out, put a hand beneath Brad's shorts and began to massage his sizeable package before unzipping his flies and letting the cop's 8" monster loose from his boxers.
Through deep kisses, Brad panted to James to bend over for a little routine examination and, needing no encouragement from the muscular stud, proceeded to drop his shorts and present his ass to the cop's throbbing penis. At the same time James' own cock fall into the waiting mouth of his homie, Nick, who expertly deep-throated the massive member as if his life depended on it and began to massage it with his tongue.
As Brad pumped back and forth into James' eager ass and Nick sucked on his member, James felt that familiar feeling building inexorably in his loins until finaly the three of them came in unison; sweaty and exhausted but deeply satisfied.
"Man!" Groaned Brad. "That was some fuck! What're your names boys?"
"I'm Jays." Panted James through deep breaths "And this is my G, Nick."
"Well guys, you sure know how to show a guy a good time! What say we hit the skate park before I head back on duty?"
"Why not man!" Grinned James at the cop, before planting another deep kiss on him.
James pulled himself up and reached down to give Nick a hand before turning to grab his board and the three of them set off for the skate park.
It was early evening when the trio arrived at the skate park and James was pleased to see that the rest of his posse had come down too and were practising on the ramps and pipes with the rest of the town's skaters and bladers.
As Nick sped off to catch up with the others, James spotted his other two creations of the day, Officer Joe and Billie the dog walking past the park on their beat. James decided that maybe there was a little more fun he could have for the day and reached down to his shorts for his palm top. James' heart skipped a beat when he realised that the portable computer was missing. He guessed it must have fallen out while he was hainvg sex in the bushes at the park but it was too late to go back and look for it now as it was getting dark.
James thought fast, if he couldn't find the palm top then he had to destroy it and the only way he could do that was by using the Maker. Waving a quick goodbye to Brad and the others, James sped back to the house praying all the while that no one had found the palm top or worked out what it could do. As he rounded the bend in the road before his house he saw something that made him realise he was too late. Mr. Benson, James' family's long time neighbour and general pain in the butt was out mowing his front lawn bu there was something different about him this time. As James got nearer, he realised what was wrong. Mr. Benson seemed smaller than usual. In fact, Mr. Benson seemed to be shrinking as James watched and at the same time getting younger looking.
It all looked very familiar and now James realised that he was starting to feel something happening to himself. A slight tingling and he felt himself growing shorter, deflating as his muscles collapsed and his body grew younger. He suddenly realised what was going to happen and knew he had to get away from Mr. Benson who now looked about ten years old and was sporting skater style clothes and a ponytail that hadn't been there a moment before.
By this point James was almost the same height as the former Mr. Benson who was starting to look at him with hungry eyes that James knew all too well. He had to get inside and to his computer before he forgot who he was and became a sex mad pre-pubescent boy like the two ex-theives he guessed had found the palm top.
As he ran into the house he felt more and more of himself slipping away and noticed that his shorts had started to transform into very loose jeans and that he was now wearing a shiny basketball jersey. Fighting an irresistible urge to start beating off his new little boy's cock right there on the floor he just managed to make it to his computer as the final stages of the transformation took place. As he reached out with small boyish hands which were starting to darken to a deep chocolate colour he just managed to type in commands to reset reality and press the return key before loosing himself completely in a narcotic wave of sexual desire.
To be continued....