Justin the 70s Skaterboy is Forced to Become a Perfect Preppie, and the Return of Hippie Boy Kieran
by
kooldoggie
Several months later, little skaterboy Justin was still looking to get Ryder back, but in the meanwhile extremely chill surferdude Keoni, finally changing up his locale, would force the easy return of hippie boy Kieran, his persona already more than halfway there...
Keoni was seriously blazed up as the little pickup truck he was riding in with his boyfriend Skyler, at the wheel, traveled the highway north toward Oregon. After a few months in Hawaii of naked surfing, living on the beach in a shelter of palm fronds, as a nature boy would do, they had returned to SoCal to continue doing more of the same on the Orange County beaches, although Keoni had been a little sad to have to return to a more conservative area, where the nude beaches were sparser and he couldn't be as daring with the free living. His cute, tanned face smiled dopily as he glanced over at the barechested stud he loved, his blonde hair in a ponytail as usual, as they sang to the Jack Johnson song playing loudly on the radio. Keoni's big, broad feet tapped out the tune as he hung them out the side window to feel the passing breeze. The grin widened as he remembered back in Hawaii, coming upon Skyler stretched out on the sand, chilling after a long session in the blue. He'd been naked, his cute little tanned butt turned up toward Keoni, not knowing his boyfriend was on the rocks above him watching him. The dreadlocked boy grew horny seeing him like that, quickly shedding his shorts as he just did as he felt and went down to mount cute Skyler, making love to him right there on the beach, as they often did. That was one of the reasons Keoni loved the nude beaches, where you didn't have fucking clothes getting in the way when Nature called, and you could just do what you liked, which was chill Keoni's mantra after all. Maybe they could get back to Hawaii soon and permanently settle in that palm frond lean-to, getting high and staying naked, surfing from dawn to dusk, that would be a sweet dank life!
The truck slowed as they passed into the Santa Cruz area, as Skyler remembered: "Hey, dude, they got some kick-ass bud you can buy at this commune just down there. How `bout you score us some for the rest of the trip, babe?" He looked over at Keoni with pleading, bright blue eyes. "Sounds chill to me!" the surferdude giggled, as he leaned over to give young Skyler a lick on his smooth cheek. Keoni was such a goofy, silly boy, and Skyler thought he was sexy as hell. The truck stopped off the side of the road, the timber cabins of the commune just visible through the pines. The air was crisp, quite a bit cooler than Hawaii or even SoCal, as Keoni noticed with some irritation as he stepped out of the warmer vehicle. He preferred more tropical locales so he wouldn't have to put on clothes over his surfer-ripped body, not having realized that it would be that much cooler when they got to Oregon itself for their surf trip. But what-the-fuck, dude, he thought, he could cope. He found a paisley hoodie jacket in the back and put it on, not bothering to zip up. He was feeling warm enough now, putting his hands in the jacket pockets. Staying barefoot, of course, he tread his calloused souls confidently across the asphalt and into the dirt of the forested area leading to the hippie enclave.
Keoni turned back, calling out to his boyfriend, "Hey, you coming, dude?" Skyler just shrugged and, still barechested, hopped onto the top of the cab, stretching out. "Nah, just gonna catch some rays out here til you get back, then we can spark some up and chill!" The ponytailed surferboy laid back, his eyes closed in bliss. Keoni giggled, rolling his eyes. "Whatever, dude!" And he continued barefoot down to the place where he could score that dank herb.
Out in front of his cabin, young hippie River, in just his worn bellbottoms, saw the tall, studly surferboy approaching through the trees. He grew hard in his jeans watching the ripped, deeply tanned cutie approach, a goofy smile on his stoner face. The open jacket still revealed how thoroughly cut he was from the deep eight-pack up to rounded, hard pecs that protruded just enough to create a bit of shadow above his ridged upper abs. He in no way resembled the much smaller boyfriend he had lost a couple of years ago, but somehow this stranger reminded River of beautiful Kieran. River had been sad that his partner never had returned from his mission, but then again, following hippie doctrine to go-with-the-flow, Kieran may have just hooked up with a new guy he had fallen for on the way, and River couldn't fault him for that. They had no real bonds holding them together, and River had not been afraid to strike up some other casual relationships he'd pursued since then; but still, he missed that perfect boy.
River stood up and stretched to his full height, his lithe muscles taut under his light tan, his brown hair, long and straight, falling to his shoulders. He smiled as Keoni stopped in front of him, towering over his six-feet, and they greeted each other with a fist bump, recognizing another of a similar dank nature, exchanged names and got to business. "Sure, man!" answered River, "yeah, I got some bud for ya. Hey, no worries about money, dude, always ready to help out a sexy stud like you, we got plenty more here. Just come inside." Keoni blushed a little at being called sexy by this equally perfect hippie boy, but luckily it wasn't really noticeable under the deep tan.
"Daaamn, dude, how'd you get that sweet dark tan!" River marveled as they tread barefoot into the cabin. The deep, mahogany complexion, difficult to achieve for most white guys, seemed ultra-sexy to River, especially how it contrasted with his bright blonde dreadlocks, the shimmering tiny blond hairs on his dark shins, and made his light blue eyes pop within his dark face. "Never seen a blonde dude like you be able to get it so..." River's eyes traveled dreamily up the stud's tall, dusky bod, suddenly unable to complete his sentence, but Keoni was not bothered by it, as he shrugged, answering, "Prolly got some good native Hawaiian genes somewhere way back, dunno, but also from spending all those hours in the surf, every day since I was a little grommet!" He giggled shyly, a bit of sweet little boy evident, and River was again reminded of Kieran. Keoni took the opportunity to shrug off his jacket, allowing the hippie to take in the full magnificence of his ripped torso, revealing that cool tribal tattoo on his shoulder and muscular upper arm.
"So, only thing is, I won't charge, but you just gotta chill a bit and smoke with me, cool?" River said, almost pleadingly, for he wanted Keoni to stay as long as he could have him. Luckily, the surfer stud grinned, drawling, "Kewwwlll," as he stretched out his long body and took a seat on the floor, absent-mindedly putting his big feet on River's cross-legged lap. River practically drooled over those sexy tan feet as he lit up the joint for Keoni, handing it to him. "You mind if I feel your cool feet?" the far-from-repressed hippie asked. Keoni smiled. "Sure, man, go for it. You're the host!"
And as they puffed away, the pot draining away whatever lingering inhibitions the already chill-as-hell alternative boys may have harbored, River took his time feeling up the rough, tough soles, the long, tan toes, smoothing his own long fingers across the muscular ligaments built up through many years of barefoot athleticism on the beach. The foot massage was seriously turning on Keoni by now, and he was having a really awesome time here, in this relaxed-as-fuck commune, thinking he could stay here forever if only...
The thought irked him a little, unformed as it was in his conscious mind, but he could feel a change coming. It wouldn't be an extreme one by any means, as he already lived the hippie lifestyle, but physically he would have to accommodate this slightly less athletic existence, where surfing wasn't really the core of his life. He purred deeply as River took a chance and ran his tongue along the side of his foot, fingering the hemp anklet and massaging the taut, muscular calf above it. "That's awesome, man, keep doing that..." drawled the surfer as he leaned back on his elbows, the change kicking in stronger now. Yeah, it was a bit too cold here for Keoni anyway; he was a boy used to constant sun and warmth, keeping his tan ultra-dark and his clothes mostly off. But there was just enough sun, and it really only got cold in the mornings and during the winter... The tan responded, forced to fade, a bit more of white boy coming out, as the long, 6'6" skeleton retracted, even as River continued his exploration up the surfer's killer body, only able to appreciate the sun tattoo surrounding his navel for a moment, as that, too, began to fade into the lightening skin.
River looked up, seeing more and more of Kieran emerging from the surfer's handsome stoner face, as he closed his eyes, drinking in the changes. "Ahhh, fuuuuck," he purred in a more boyish voice several octaves higher than Keoni's. River's heart soared; little Kieran was coming back to him. He pulled down the flowery boardshorts, knowing that wasn't his boyfriend's style, throwing them in a corner where they stretched back out into the patchy bellbottoms Kieran had loved as his only article of clothing. River watched as the revealed long, brown cock crowned with the silky blonde pubes, began growing paler and regrowing its foreskin. River reached down, delicately kissing and sucking at the still obviously surfer penis before it totally returned to being part of cute Kieran, as if in a way thanking cool Keoni for giving himself up so that little Kieran could have his life back. A few seconds later, the penis was totally that of a young hippie boy, and now River had his first return taste of his boyfriend.
Kieran gave out a high-pitched moan as he felt his boyfriend's tongue down there, his memories resurfacing. So much of the muscle had grown smaller, fitting the 5'6", 120 lbs, slender hippie-boy body. The tan had lightened considerably, still the even coffee-and-cream that Kieran had won from his work in the sun, but never again could it be the cool duskiness that Keoni could achieve. The thick dreadlocks had worked their way apart, the color a bit less sun-bleached now and returning to a medium wheat-blonde, thinning and straightening as it retracted until it only hit his now narrow shoulders, and a thin blonde braid dropped down. Tears welled in River's eyes as he remembered having braided Kieran's hair so long ago.
The hippie boy took a deep breath, his slight pecs swelling, as he seemed to come awake. His bright blue eyes fluttered open, taking in his surroundings, his face once again boyish and elfin, his pixie nose having freckles splashed across it and across his slightly rounder cheeks. River gazed upon the rainbow peace symbol tattooed on his slender arm, and he now noticed in his hands, the big feet that he had been worshipping earlier were now smaller, cuter size 10s, still rather tough from barefooting but nowhere near as legendary as Keoni's had been. The naked boy's gentle blue eyes took in River, as they, too, grew watery. "River, I missed you, babe!" And he fell into his boyfriend's arms, as they kissed passionately and felt up each other's familiar bodies. Later, the returned Kieran could serenade his awesome boyfriend with his miraculously restored guitar, but for now, they had some serious lovemaking to catch up on...
Meanwhile, back in Southern California, young Justin was about to go through his own change, a little more extreme to his 70's skaterboy persona. For the past several months, he'd been a moodier boy, one might even say emo, though he didn't fit that look at all. Unlike the emo Justin however, the looser skaterboy was not averse to drowning his sorrows through frequent hookups with his other gay skater friends, though he made it clear it was only sex so he could feel good, and his heart still belonged to Ryder. That philosophy seemed to fit his free-love Seventies attitude, and hey, he did love his friends, but Ryder was his partner for life. The other skaters would only roll their eyes and go along with it. Kevin had returned from Hawaii with his team, bummed about the game which they had now lost, disappointing Justin by not remembering at all that there had been an addition to their team who had brought them such sweet victory. Justin was smart enough to figure he'd ditched the jocks for another group, probably surfers again, and he was determined to get to the Islands to find him. But all the college-age jocks and skaters in their shared Valley house were dead broke, barely able to pay the rent, so despite the skater's whining and pleading they had no donations to give.
And that's how Justin had wound up back on Venice Beach as a boy-for-rent, giving it up for dollars so he could raise enough to find his lover. He had no problem with the work, since his attitude was hey, it's only sex. Still, he had been worried about being able to perform with all the older, fatter guys he'd doubtless attract, but luckily, most of the dudes who'd approached him had been on the younger side and not-too-bad-looking at all. So here he was on another hot, summer day on the boardwalk, his dirty bare feet lazily rolling his board across the concrete as he chilled in only his typical worn Lee's, his cute, tanned face framed by his long, dark brown bangs. He looked up to see a boy too good to be true, but clearly staring at him, almost drooling as his cute mouth hung open. He screamed total preppie, from the fashionable sneakers, straight-leg semi-tight jeans, the pink polo shirt stretched across gym-worked arms and pecs, to the typical spiky brown haircut with blonde tips, some freshly grown sideburns trailing down his otherwise hairless cheeks. He was probably high-school age, and his green eyes stared at the skaterboy hungrily, but nervously, the boy probably unsure of what to do.
Justin encouraged by continuing to smile at him, acting open and friendly, and finally the preppie paced toward him nervously, waving awkwardly and greeting him with, "Hey, how's it going, dude?"
"Pretty chill, yourself?" Justin answered, hoping beyond hope this boy had some money. The kid muttered something about being cool, still nervous as hell, and finally he came out with it: "So, my friend says you hung out with him the other night. $100, right?" Justin nodded. "So, for $200 would you spend the weekend with me?" Justin smiled widely, nodding rapidly. The preppie looked overjoyed, smiling widely as he exclaimed in relief, "Sweet!" He actually took the lithe skaterboy's hand and guided him toward the parking lot, where a bright red Mazda Miata waited to take them to the boy's Santa Monica pad.
A few hours later, nearly naked Justin was situated comfortably on a couch in an upscale house, way better than his own rundown Valley rental. It seemed kind of cool here, thought the skaterboy, and he could see himself living here. The boy's name was Ryan, and Justin could tell he was probably pretty closeted. He did everything possible to fit in, and so the only way to get off would be to bring an outsider from the rent-boy boardwalk to have some fun with. As Justin sat cross-legged on the couch, his hands on his bare feet, his bare torso getting a little chilly in the air-conditioned TV room, his 70's persona thought it a little sad that young Ryan had to be so repressed, yet another emerging part of him understood risking this cool, upscale lifestyle would be imperiling for any trendy boy. His skater self frowned, unhappy with this thought, as he lifted a deeply tanned hand to scratch his unwashed, hippy-style long hair. Dudes like him weren't materialistic at all, and he only needed his skateboard to be happy in this fucked-up world.
Ryan returned from the kitchen with their refilled drinks, smiling happily, giving Justin a Coke as he leaned into him to massage the lean skater's bare chest. "So cool, man," he purred, clearly trembling a little in his well-muscled arms, probably still resisting the urge to kiss the boy. "That tan is wicked! But do you even own a shirt, dude?" Ryan actually seemed worried about this, but an amused Justin just shrugged, saying, "Yeah, some old ones, tank top or two, if I need them, but when it's nice out I prefer not to..." Even that was seeming like a lame excuse to him now, and he wondered if Ryan's preppy influence was starting to affect his lifestyle choices. He grew antsy, shifting his position as Ryan continued to rub his chest. "Hey, I got a really sweet polo I can let you borrow," he offered. "It's a little small for me now," he said, smiling seductively as he showed off his pumped arms. "I got a weight set for my birthday," he explained. "Helps a lot, you wanna try?" Justin curled his lip a little, his skater self a little offended by the implication he was too skinny, but the growing part of him was getting excited at the prospect of working out with this hot-looking preppy.
The change was kicking in hard now, as the longing to stay and fit into the new environment started to take over, and the burning feeling in his slender chest was bothering him. Justin broke away from the groping boy, starting to pace the room in his bare feet, as his jade-green eyes looked around wildly for hope, but no, he truly wanted all this stuff now, the cool TV and stereo system, gaming console, the weight set, the clothes... "Um, hey, Ryan dude, could you get that shirt? It's actually kinda cold in here..." Ryan nodded, eager to help out. He ran up the stairs to get that sweet pastel polo shirt.
Justin trembled, not from the AC but from the struggle going on in his soul, knowing that he ought to just let go. Maybe Ryder was fine wherever he was, and maybe he and Ryan could be together now, have a kick-ass preppy life together... No! Skater Justin screamed in his head, he couldn't give up, but it was growing far too late. The memories started to fade, as did the tan, for the college-boy he was becoming didn't have that much time to spend on the beach, having to share leisure activities with school and work. He could keep just enough of a glow to make him look like a healthy SoCal preppy youth, but he certainly was no beach skater. His long, disheveled hippy hair shortened and lightened at the same time, returning to the more typical blonde he had had in a previous persona, but this time cut and styled perfectly, some gel worked through it. The blonde hair complemented his now blue eyes, the eyes of a confident, upscale Cali kid. He looked down at his heaving bare chest, watching as a bit of muscle inflated it, giving him a killer six-pack, just a bit of a blonde treasure trail working across it. He noticed the hemp choker around his neck had been replaced by a simple gold chain with a gold initial "J" hanging from it, small and tasteful. The worn and tattered Lee's jeans reshaped into brand new, fashionable striped shorts reaching almost to his knees, kept on his waist with a PacSun cloth belt, showing off his well-worked calves from his daily runs. He also was on the track team, so his legs were bound to be ripped, the legs covered in a fine blonde fuzz. And finally the bigger feet, now size 12 and suiting his taller height of 6'2", found themselves in a pair of boating shoes, sans socks of course. The new Justin, still shirtless, sighed, lifting up a well-muscled arm to smooth his hand through his perfect blonde hair, looking into a nearby mirror to make sure not a hair was out of place.
With the freshly grown muscle, the slightly thicker Justin was no longer cold when Ryan finally came down with the pink polo. The new preppy smiled, showing off his bright, white teeth. "Aw, thanks, man, but you, know, it's not that cold anymore. I actually think it's naked time!" His blue eyes flashed mischievously, and Ryan grinned. He was so lucky to have found this cute, collegeboy tutor to help him out with his entrance exam prep sessions, one who also liked to fool around. And they could do it all summer with his parents away in Europe. "Sure thing, bro!" Ryan agreed. "And after we can chill by the pool!" Justin winked, and he followed the cute high schooler upstairs for a pretty vigorous workout of their preppy bodies before they got down to the more serious work needed to keep their upscale, materialistic lives the blessing they were.
Justin had forgotten about Ryder for now, as Ryder Ð now Kieran Ð had Justin, but would fate find a way to bring them back together?