Ryder the 70's Skater Boy Becomes Zach the Basketball Jock by kooldoggie
It was another sunny, golden late afternoon, and the beach skaters were again back at Justin's shared house in the Valley, performing tricks in the drained-out swimming pool they kept just for their skateboarder friends. The sun beat down on young, small Ryder as he caught some air off the edge of the pool, his bright white-blonde tresses defying gravity before crashing back down onto his narrow shoulders and sinewy tan back, the bare toes of his dusky feet gripping the sides of the board expertly. He was clearly their king, but now even his compact, born-to-skate body was tired, and he left the pool to lie on the edge of the basin, his skinny but taut legs hanging over the edge, one hand resting on his board while the other lazily massaged the growing hard on through his thin short shorts. The warm sun and the testosterone-inducing skating had left him a bit horny, but Justin had gone with a few of their buds to go pick up pizza for later, so he would just have to wait. Ryder sighed, rising from the hot concrete and stretching his ultra-lithe body. It was still a hella good life. But he was thirsty, so he decided to go back in the house for some Kool-Aid.
As he opened the sliding glass door, he was momentarily surprised by the sounds of raucous laughter and deep, masculine voices, and the heavy smell of musk, sweat and testosterone hit him, as some energetic hair-band music blared from the stereo. And then Ryder remembered that Justin had told him one of his roommates, who played basketball for a local college, had invited over some of his teammates for a pre-game chill session. Justin shared the house with several other college-age athletes, the skater probably being the only non-jock among them, although Ryder considered skateboarding quite an athletic pursuit. Nervously, little Ryder entered, his dark size 9 feet slapping against the tiles as he attempted to make his way into the kitchen. He felt like he was in a forest of giants. There were at least twenty hot, ultra-tall guys between 6'4" and 7'2" kicking back throughout the house, some from the roomie's team, some from a couple of other teams with whom they had friendly rivalries. All good-looking jocks with cut, muscular bodies, big feet, long, long legs and stretched-out torsos. Quite a few of them were shirtless as well, their mesh tanktops tucked into the back pockets of their long b-ball shorts, bottles of beer in everyone's hand.
Ryder's hardon seemed a bit more obvious in his thin shorts as he observed the scene, his small muscles trembling just a bit in nervous agitation among these big studs. He had never felt so tiny. He was feeling the burning again, causing him to lean his tan bare torso against the kitchen counter, his craving suddenly turned toward one of the beers he saw in an ice chest on the floor. They wouldn't mind if he took one, he thought, and maybe he could even strike up a conversation with one of the cuter b-ballers. As he went for a bottle, a sexy tenor voice spoke up: "Hey man, I'm Tanner. You must be one of Justin's skater buds, huh?" Ryder had to crane his neck way up to look into the smiling face. He seemed like a giant Greek god, one of the best-looking ones he had noticed earlier chatting with a group by the door, shirtless, his mesh shorts just revealing long, cut calves bulging with muscle, his big feet in basketball high-tops. Ryder trembled a little more, feeling so insignificant as he drank in the heady musk of both Axe body spray and natural athletic testosterone emanating from the jock. Tanner stood out from the rest in that while most of the jocks kept their hair pretty short, favoring spiky flattops or fauxhawks, this cute stud had a medium-length brown ponytail trailing down his neck, making him seem a bit more accessible to the alternative-type Ryder.
Although the skaterboy could not have known it, that's exactly what Tanner intended, for he kept his hair deliberately long to detract a little from his sometimes intimidating 6'8", buff frame. What he also could not have known was that Tanner had had his eyes on the little blonde angel from the time he had come through the door, for the gentle jock was a deeply closeted gay boy, fearful his boisterously masculine teammates would ostracize him if they figured him for a fag. So he played up the masculine angle as much as he could in public life, even dating a cheerleader who had agreed to the scheme for the price of a few dinners and trinkets, and only if he let her sleep with whomever she liked on the other teams. It wasn't like Tanner was going to be bedding her anyway; he just couldn't bring himself to do that, preferring to jack it alone at night to images of his hot teammates running through his ragingly horny brain. But he had found himself suddenly attracted to this cute-as-hell little angel, and he knew he had to get with him somehow.
"Uh, yeah, hi, I'm Ryder, dude..." the skater had answered in a near-whispery boyish voice that cracked a bit with his nervousness. They both heard a bit of snickering around them, and now Ryder noticed that quite a few jocks had turned to stare at the skater who had invaded their domain, smirking at his pretty boy looks and long, whitish hair. Ryder again felt his nervousness growing, and he took a sip of the beer, hoping it would calm him down, but the change was already accelerating through him. Fear, the need to conform, often did the trick in bringing on the change, and little Ryder was an easily panicked twink when he found himself caught among so many others so obviously not of his kind. Tanner frowned as he heard the snickering, aware they were embarrassing the cute boy, and he wished his teammates didn't have to be such assholes. "Come on, you want to chill with me, upstairs in Kevin's room?" Tanner offered, Kevin being the roomie who had invited them all there.
Ryder, taking another swig of the beer as he glanced around nervously at all the giants intimidating him, nodded and grabbed his skateboard as they headed upstairs. A few moments later, he found himself on the bed of the empty, private room, sitting cross-legged, wiggling the long toes on his dusky bare feet, while b-baller Tanner had to stretch himself out on the bed, his long, muscular legs still hanging way off the edge, his feet solidly on the floor. He shared an awkward smile with Ryder, admiring how his long tresses trailed down the front past his brown nipples to rest against his tiny abs. So cool. With such a small frame, Ryder found the beer taking effect after only a few sips, and he was easing up, starting to chat with the friendly jock as they talked about what they mutually loved about skating and basketball, but even this easy banter couldn't stop the hunger to join. Soon enough, Ryder felt his hardon plumping up again, pitching a tent against the shorts for Tanner to see, his heart beating faster in his small, thin, chest, his muscles starting to strain with the urge to grow. "Dude, I wish I could be as tall as you..." Ryder admitted with slurred words, "...no, bigger!" For Ryder always needed to be king of the scene.
Tanner laughed as he looked into Ryder's dreamy blue eyes, heavy-lidded from his buzz, and he moved forward to kiss the skater, feeling the uncanny heat radiating off him. Ryder, memories of Justin already starting to slip away, kissed back hard. Tanner was feeling his horniness grow, and he pulled at the boy's shorts, releasing the brown cock, crowned by only wispy blonde pubes, to slap against his firm tan belly. He looked up into Ryder's eyes with his gentle hazel orbs and whispered, "Can I?" The little skater nodded rapidly, allowing the much bigger athlete to go down on him, sucking expertly.
Ryder closed his eyes as he groaned, tossing back his head so the white-blonde mane cascaded down onto the bed. This was exactly what he needed, man, allowing the jock to submit himself enough so he would encourage Ryder to join the fold. Ryder's small bare feet twisted in ecstasy, as the bones started to pop, allowing the feet to grow, the tan starting to fade, a few dark hairs starting to emerge from the top to complement the paler skin. Ryder's body stretched ever so slowly, and he whimpered. This one would be a bit painful, as it always was when the change was so extreme. The little blonde angel, beach skater god, was worlds away from the powerful college jock, but he would fight to get there, as even the brown cock grew paler and longer, starting to choke Tanner a little. Ryder trembled, his face contorting with the pain, as the cherished whitish mane started darkening several shades, already back to the wheat-blonde of Dillon the surfer and darkening even more to a dark blonde with shades of sandy brown, the length already off the bed and receding more and more toward the boy's scalp. Already he was of a more average size, his weight increasing, muscle added on so gradually Tanner hardly noticed. He was still in the bliss of enjoying his time with the skaterboy. But Ryder already had set aside his skateboard, allowing it to vanish, and the blissful, more studly boy on the bed was starting to identify more as Zach, a definitely more jockish dude than before, still in the process of joining the team.
Within minutes, Zach's bigger, whiter feet had reached the floor, the long toes gripping the carpet as they continued to grow, past size 10, 11, 12, 13... The legs, so necessary for a successful b-baller, stretched out ever longer, also growing paler, the once nearly hairless brown shins now covered in wispy dark hairs. Ryder's boyish whimpers were now a deep tenor, quickly turning into more manly groans. The form-fitting shorts could no longer take the frame of the bigger jock, and they tore, the shreds falling to the ground around the big feet, now going past size 15 and 16, starting to settle into 17. The torso also stretched out deliciously, the dark tan now a memory, the complexion matching more a b-baller who spent most of his time on an indoor court. The muscles were much bigger by far, the well-trained physique of a very competitive college athlete emerging to destroy the once exceptionally slender, thin frame of the blonde skaterboy. Ryder's once cute, innocent face had developed into the model-handsome, petulant, arrogant visage of a totally confident jock, his power unquestioned, while the now sandy-brown hair, left a bit long on top but shaved on the sides and back, gelled up into a cool-as-fuck fauxhawk, adding a few more inches to what was quickly becoming an already formidable 6'10", and yet his growth was not yet done.
The eyes popped open, no longer an innocent ocean blue but a warm brown that matched the shade of the fauxhawk. Zach purred with his new deep voice while the awesome dude at his crotch finished up the blowjob, the newly born jock ready to pop some seed into his pretty mouth. More wispy brown hairs now adorned his area surrounding the manly 10.5" cock, trailing up ever so lightly past his shallow belly button, across the chiseled, pale 10-pack and nestling between round, hard pecs that had the tattoo of a few Chinese characters having to do with success and ambition emblazoned across the left side. He was simply too masculine a youth to not have some hair on his body, but the light coating never distracted from displaying his hard-won muscle, merely enhancing it. With a deep groan, Zach came, pumping into Tanner's face, and when he was done, the boys smiled at each other, Tanner's memory of the little blonde angel he had enticed into the room completely wiped clean. This was now his boy Zach, master b-baller and proud gay athlete, who had enticed Tanner to come out of the closet as well and live his life without fear. What did a muscular, ultra-tall jock have to fear from anyone anyway?
Both Tanner and Zach rose to their feet, Zach's towering frame actually causing the floor to shake a little as he hopped onto his sexy size 17 ? feet. He was now a way, way bigger boy than when he had started, but all of it completely fat-free, and although his weight was more than twice that of tiny skater Ryder, coming in at 215 lbs., of jock freshness, it had all gone into long, strong bones and tight, dense muscle stretching beautifully throughout his enormous length. Zach enjoyed that he stood way taller than even his boyfriend now, coming in at 7'2", now the tallest on the team. Bulges appeared only exactly where they needed to be along his biceps, thighs and calves, and of course his thick, long, circumcised snake, the pink bell-shaped head flaring, hanging between his striated thighs.
Zach smiled seductively, cockily, he thought with a laugh, as he looked into a full-length mirror by the bed, which just barely took in his height even from the furthest point of the room. He now truly resembled Michelangelo's David in all respects, from the perfectly proportioned muscles and still relatively boyish face, even approaching the size of the actual statue! He admired his still pretty face, now long and oval, two diamond studs back in his ears, the fauxhawk looking wicked; the light dusting of brown hair down the middle of his pale torso, the tattoo, in an elegant calligraphy, of the word FORMIDABLE on one bulging bicep, and even a small silver hoop pierced through his shallow belly button, bordered by the hard washboard of fiercely trained abs. Yeah, this boy was a total jock stud, who dominated the team, and yet as ponytailed Tanner came to stand beside him, caressing his abs as they admired their naked forms in the mirror, he smiled sweetly at his love and kissed Tanner passionately and aggressively, their tongues dueling. Yes, a total jock, but a fiercely loyal and loving young man to his boy as well.
After the long makeout session, Zach found his clothes on the bed, putting back on his long mesh basketball shorts, the crewcut socks and stylish court shoes that really showed off his sexy long feet. He also had a sheer athletic tanktop, but it was still way too hot to wear, so he just tucked it in his back pocket, just like Tanner, and joined his lover in returning to the chill session downstairs.
Some time later, Justin and his skater bros returned with the pizza to find the party had emptied out, the basketballers having left to prepare for their newest round of away games. Little blonde angel Ryder was nowhere to be seen. After a desperate search, the nearly-naked brunette skaterboy, still in just his frayed Lee's jeans, figured that the jocks had gotten to him. Stupid, stupid! thought the upset Justin, cursing himself once again for still being the spacey dude he'd been as an emo; he should have taken sensitive Ryder with him, and now he was lost again. Not being emo anymore, however, the tough little skaterboy wouldn't cry in public, saving that for later in his room. But he was once again determined to get his boy back, no matter how long it took...