Xander the Rock God and Justin the Preppy Return to the Skater Life by kooldoggie
A few weeks later, Xander, pumped from his recent set, returned to his room backstage, his thick, tattooed pecs heaving with exhaustion from the extreme energy he had put into his final performance, sweat once again pouring heavily down his bare chest. He was glad that, like most rock stars of his caliber, he could do what he did best shirtless, or else he'd be drenching his shirts each night in the crowded, steamy clubs his band toured. Finally, he could relax, his throat a little sore from belting out his tunes loudly, and he tossed his bass guitar on a beatup couch, stretching out his 6'4", ripped-as-fuck frame. He sighed as the air conditioning kicked in, and he could enjoy the feel of cool air evaporating the rivers of perspiration that had dripped down his round pecs, pooling in the deep ridges of his eight-pack.
He sat at his dressing table, admiring in the mirror the handsome face that everyone loved and lusted after, and he smirked, twisting open the cap on a beer and tossing back the cool liquid. So much better. Yeah, they better love it, since he had worked hard the past several years just to get this far, a local band for whom the buzz was only now starting to grow. He had gone from a cute, longhaired but skinny teen who could sing rather well and play a mean bass to a hardbodied stud in only the past three or four years, and that had made a big difference, as his looks had become a huge draw. It took hours in the gym each day, the tall dude being such a hardgainer, but it had paid off, and he knew the future would soon be a never-ending party of hard-edged music, all the drugs he could snort or shoot up, and a cute boy or two in his bed each night. He'd seen one of those cuties in the audience tonight, total preppy hottie too, in a tight neon lime polo shirt, his large blue eyes awash with lust for the god on stage. He'd already told a roadie to look out for the boy and give him an open invitation to meet him backstage, and so he hoped he'd be ending this evening with an ultra-hot session back at the hotel.
Xander once again stretched, allowing the biceps in his inked arms to swell and his pecs to pop forward, as he evaluated his lightly tanned face framed by the mass of wavy blonde metal hair that travelled all the way down his muscled back. He had considered himself way too cute for a metalhead as a young teen, encouraging him to set off the boyishness with some harder edge accompaniments; thus the piercings in his thin dark eyebrows, the lip piercing, and the small golden septum ring that covered half his upper lip, nothing really outrageous, but he hoped the preppy wouldn't be too turned off. He didn't seem to be when he was practically drooling from the audience.
A knock came at the door, and Xander smiled, his thick cock already straining against the tight leather pants. "Yeah, come in."
Justin shyly entered, the preppy obviously a little nervous to be in the same room, alone, with the rock star he adored, jacking off nightly to fantasies of his shirtless image on stage. He mumbled a greeting, his wide blue eyes catching Xander's attention immediately, and something within the young rebel's soul already was starting to soften. The musician stood up to his full 6'4", just a couple of inches taller than the preppy, but he seemed so much thicker in all the right places. Those blue eyes wandered lustfully over the still sweaty torso, covered in tattoos, the piercings glittering in the soft light. So much more hard-edge than the conformist Justin, but then that's part of what made the sexy rebel so attractive.
Xander, too, was attracted by the extreme difference. He liked straight-edge twinks, and he took Justin's hand and guided the preppy to the beatup couch, his own more exotically shaped blue eyes evaluating his well-worked but still smaller muscles. The tight, neon lime polo was worn over fashionable straight-leg jeans that had been rolled up to show off his veiny calves, sort of like a skater's cool legs, thought Xander, wondering where that weird thought had come from, out of the blue. His size 12 feet were in a pair of very expensive, high-end leather sandals, and at the other extreme, his face exuded both innocence but privileged, white-boy confidence as well, his cheeks completely smooth, his lips rosy, his small nose slightly upturned. His bright blonde hair was cut and styled perfectly and gelled back so that only a slight curl existed half-way down his neck. And Xander admired the little gold "J" on the thin chain around his neck, his eye once again taking in the swell of his pecs beneath the tight shirt. He wanted to get that shirt off the fine preppy.
Xander offered him a beer, and Justin eagerly accepted, as they both sat on the couch, the rock star putting a hand on his guest's knee. As they both sipped their beer, Xander asked if he was into anything harder, pointing out the lines of coke already cut on the small mirror on the table. Justin twisted up his cute lip, as if deciding, and finally declined, hoping the stud he worshiped wouldn't be offended. Xander didn't mind, but he snorted up a line himself, just enough to keep him going after that exhausting show, and so he could get down with this cutie that was seriously making his leather-confined crotch that much more uncomfortable.
"Oh, dude, you're into skaters, too?" Justin suddenly uttered, seeing the gay mag on the table with the shirtless twink on the cover who wore a backwards-facing Volcom cap and carried a skateboard over his crotch. Xander felt a little nervous, he didn't know why, just hearing the word skater uttered, finding they had a common interest and a common lust. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, a little irked that his domineering persona was starting to lose its grip. "Um... yeah, dude, that one's hot. Feel free to look through it..." Xander offered in his deep, drug-addled voice. "Cool," said Justin excitedly as his blue eyes again flashed, and he flipped through the mag, noting places where the pages stuck together from the many sessions the rock star had had with this particular issue. The idea made Justin horny, and his toes wiggled a little in agitation as he kicked off his sandals and decided to get a little more comfortable, the beer having mellowed him enough to raise his legs into Xander's comfortable lap.
The rock star's thick, tattoo-sleeved arms caressed the preppy's bulging calves, covered in fine blonde hairs, and the thought again came that this boy would make a fine skater himself, triggering repressed memories that indicated they had been together once, and they had lived a sweet skater lifestyle as lovers. Xander groaned at the thought, a burning starting to come to his thick chest. He kneaded the hard calf more strongly, causing Justin to put down the magazine and purr, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the massage the handsome metalhead was giving him. Yeah, thought young Justin, this felt sooo right, just like the massages he and Ryder once gave each other. Justin's eyes fluttered open, the sudden thought of Ryder making his blue eyes water, as the change kicked in. The urge to return to that sweet skater lifestyle was growing, but at the same time, Justin had grown very used to the cool fashions preppies could wear and how the clean-cut look really suited him, emphasizing his uber-Cali cuteness. A struggle was arising within him, as those watery blue eyes were starting to return to jade-green, more cat-like and mysterious, and his well-worked muscles trembled.
Rock star Xander was starting to shiver as well, as lustful images of skaters invaded his mind, and he could kind of see himself with them, wanting to be them, though tough Xander really loved his hard-rock music life and could never accept giving all that up to be some average skaterdude. A struggle was going on in him as well. The heat was also growing between them, as Xander leaned in closer to panting Justin, wanting very much to kiss those rosy lips. Justin groaned again, accepting the pierced tongue that had traced its way down his smooth cheek and tasted his mouth, and after a few tender kisses he unconsciously uttered, "Ryder, I missed you, dude..." That triggered further change, as the perfect blonde hair began darkening back to the beach skater's chestnut brown, lengthening so that bangs were beginning to fall into his green eyes. But there was still too much preppy in him to let go now, and though he would again be skater, he wouldn't allow that 70s nearly-naked hippie boy to take control again.
Nor could Ryder, as he was beginning to think of himself again, although Xander was still very strong in there and it was going to be a fight. Xander took shit from no one, not even a little skaterboy, and the thought of becoming such a small, cute little blonde angel as Ryder had been in his last skater form was kind of loathsome to him. He needed to have some kind of hard edge, and he simply wasn't going to let go of that. He groaned as more skater took control, finding all that jacked muscle to be unnecessary, as well as most of the tattoos. It was getting painful, as muscle and height retracted, Ryder returning to 6'0", the muscle looking a lot more slender but still very much cut and perfectly proportioned. He whimpered with a slightly higher voice, pressing into Justin, groping him through his jeans, accepting his kisses as he breathed huskily, "Justin, dude, never let me go..."
Justin held on to the once ponderous arms, watching as they thinned out, the tattoos vanishing into the skin. The long, long mane of hairsprayed blonde waves had receded until it was reaching his shoulders, not even touching the shoulders now, the feather-adorned braids, last remnant of Kieran, finally gone. The hair was still long and wavy, falling into his much more innocent-looking blue eyes, but it had become a dark-blonde, with colors of pink, purple and blue sprayed throughout the locks. A compromise was being worked out here, Justin realized, for although Xander's heavy metal rock star persona couldn't be allowed to persist, Ryder could still be skaterpunk, and that could be hard-edged as hell.
They made out more fiercely, the changes accelerating and making them hornier, the skater lovers finally re-emerging and recognizing each other, and their needs. Ryder undid Justin's jeans, pushing him back and making him flop over so he could be sucked off as well. Justin eagerly reached out for the rock star leathers, only to find they had been replaced by worn, tight jeans with holes in the knees, patches of punk bands ironed onto them. Still he refrained from gawking and unzipped him, letting the familiar Ryder cock out, quite a bit smaller than the monster he would have taken from Xander, but very pleasant as he took the skater's full length, causing his boyfriend to groan again in Ryder's light tenor voice.
They sucked hard on each other, coming to climax, as their bodies fine-tuned themselves, both now a matching six-feet in height, Justin a lighter and skinnier 135 lbs, while Ryder, adamant at holding on to some of his rock star muscle, keeping him hard-edge punk, had an additional 20 lbs of pumped arms and ripped skater legs, his torso almost half of what Xander had been packing, but still very much model-cut, with round pecs and a ridged, slightly shallower six-pack, a little tuft of brown hair running up from his pubes into the abs.
At last, they came into each other's mouths, fully satisfied, the changes settling in. They were skaterdudes again, albeit of different types, but that would be ok for now, and maybe back at the beach they could reclaim the life they had lost. They stretched their leaner bodies and rose to their feet, Ryder admiring the cute preppy skater in his surf-company tanktop covered with a short-sleeve, button-down plaid shirt hanging open. He had kept the rolled-up jeans look, showing off his bulging calves, but his size 10 feet were now in white skater shoes, sans socks. He still wore the cute gold chain with his initial around his slender neck, and he looked adorable-as-fuck with his well-kept but hippie long brown bangs hanging over his mysterious green eyes, freckles splashed across the tanned face.
Ryder, on the other hand, was pure skaterpunk, with the wild colored hair, most of his piercings still intact in his nipples, navel and Apollo's belt, ears, eyebrows and lips as well, though the septum ring had to go, no longer really in proportion to his more pert, cute nose. His face may be cuter, but it in no way held the angelic beauty of the previous Ryder, instead just a bit squarer to achieve the tough look he needed, but nevertheless model-pretty. His boots had been replaced with a pair of old Vans, spraypainted with wild designs, similar to his hair, and a pair of chunky DJ headphones circled his neck, embracing a spiked black collar, the headphones running into an iPod in the pocket of his acid-wash jeans, so he could listen to his punk music endlessly. He slipped a black leather sleeveless vest onto his smaller torso, the still cut arms encircled with barbed wire tattoos, leaving the vest open to keep his still tan chest and abs on display. Justin saw that punk logo sweatbands were on both wrists as Ryder, smiling up at his boyfriend, took Justin's hand, reaching in to kiss him. Justin noticed his tongue was still pierced.
After they had made out for a few minutes, enjoying their reunion, Ryder noticed that Xander's bass guitar had turned back into his skateboard, and he picked it up and kissed it, Justin finding his as well on the floor. Both took their boards and left the dressing room before they could be found out, as they made their way back to the beach...