A Tale of Two Personas: Surferdude Keoni Meets B-Ball Jock Zach, Creating Galen the Super Jock
by
kooldoggie
Although Ryder had thought that confining his daily activities to the chill confines of Venice Beach and their house in the Valley would mean he wouldn't run into any trouble with tempting outsider influences, a weird situation would develop that would lead to the creation of a whole new sexy persona.
On another hot, sunny day, Ryder was enjoying the light breeze, nearly naked as usual, catching air off nearby half-pipes as his ultra-bronzed bare feet controlled his skateboard with perfect ease, his white-blonde mane cascading down his dark, narrow shoulders as the other shirtless skaterboys watched their king perform. But also among the crowd was a very tall, well-muscled jock whose extreme height meant that the next tallest boy in the crowd only reached to just below his broad, striated pecs. This was Tanner, whose brown ponytail gave him an alternative edge, but whose overall look was nothing but college basketball jock, from his super-fresh size 16 high-tops to his long mesh shorts, his shirt of course tucked into the waistband on this hot day, so that the sweat poured down his chiseled long abs. He stared with lust and longing at the angelic little skater, remembering how he had transformed into the studly Zach, although the rest of the journey seemed quite hazy in his mind, and he didn't quite understand what had happened to him afterward. But he did remember that Zach had been the boyfriend of his dreams, and he was determined to turn Ryder again, this time keeping Zach where he belonged, with the team and with Tanner for life.
But also in the crowd that hot day, unfortunately, was Skyler the surfer, whose long blonde hair hung in a ponytail even longer than jock Tanner's, his chest also bare as he watched the skater in horny agitation, trying to keep his hand from the inside of his low-hanging board shorts. He knew, though he didn't know how, that his awesome naked surfer boyfriend Keoni had somehow turned into that little skater rat who looked nothing like the tall surfer stud, but the aura was there, the overall vibe of chill. He knew fate had been guiding him to this beach for a reason, and he, too, was determined that Keoni should resurface.
After concluding his session, tired and sweaty, the 5'3", 100 lbs., slender skater of 21 ? years high-fived his friends and padded on his bare feet down the boardwalk to find Justin, his brunette boyfriend having promised they would meet up for pizza after Justin got off work at the skate shop where he fixed up old boards. His cute, freckled, tan face wrinkled in concern as he had the odd feeling he was being followed. After pouring a little water on his sweaty, skinny little chest to cool it down, he turned around to find two very hunky looking, very sexy longhaired dudes, one blonde, the other brown-haired, staring at him and acting casual about it, though they did not seem to be together.
Ryder shrugged, trying not to think too much about it, but a part of him felt agitated, that weird itching tickling in his chest, telling him to beware. About a block before he would reach the pizzeria, he felt the need to pee. He saw a bathroom up ahead, ironically the same one where Taegan the Rasta boy had been fucked back into the more corporate-style but semi-emo skater that Ryder used to be, and he headed into it, not realizing that it would turn out to be a big mistake. He was at the urinal, starting to pull down his shorts, when he saw a shadow at the door, a very tall one. Again feeling fear, Ryder turned to see the brunette jock who had been following him, and he now recognized him as Kevin's friend and teammate, the one who had given him such an awesome blowjob and then changed him into an uber-jock. Ryder somehow had forgotten that. He gave an awkward smile and waved toward the lanky college-boy, but Tanner was all business, pacing toward the small skater with his big, Adidas-clad feet, half-kneeling before the boy, and pulling at his shorts, while purring sweetly, "Hey, babe, sooo glad to have found you!" Lust guiding him, Tanner used his more powerful arms to direct the boy toward the wall where he could suck him off, trying to be as gentle as possible, but little Ryder felt violated, whimpering, "Stop! Don't, Tanner!" He couldn't let this happen again, when things were finally stable with Justin.
But at that moment, the other dude, the more surfer-looking one, rushed inside in his bare feet, pulling Tanner away from his quarry. Ryder was confused, not recognizing the boyfriend he'd had as Keoni, but still, his six-inch prick started to rise and stiffen, only halfway tucked into his pulled-down shorts now, upon seeing the two hunky boys fighting over him.
"Fuck off, dude!" the angry surfer spit as he shoved at the much taller jock. "He was mine first!"
Tanner's face screwed up in confusion, as he shook his head, causing the half-undone ponytail to sway. "Who the hell are YOU, dude? He's MY boyfriend!" The two continued their mating competition, struggling against each other, fully-jacked arms pushing into thick bare chests, as each attempted to scare the other away so they could have alone time with Ryder, but at the same time blocking the skater's path to freedom. By this time, panicked and turned-on, the sweating, hyperventilating little twink felt a fire growing within him, a great struggle, the desire great in him to be with both these magnificent studs, memories of Justin again fading. He moaned in his high falsetto, collapsing to the floor trembling, and the two brawlers stopped long enough to look with worry upon their love, almost simultaneously calling out both Keoni and Zach.
That was all it took, enough to confuse his panicky brain with such a strain that Ryder felt he'd go insane. He screamed a little, and both competing hunks rushed forward, their interests now mutual, as Tanner tried to muffle the scream with one big b-baller hand. Skyler stroked the boy's silky white-blonde hair, trying to comfort him, thinking the texture was so different from the thick mass of Keoni's dreadlocks, but even as he thought it he felt the hair beginning to kink and darken.
Ryder's trembling only increased, and he couldn't help but groan deeply again, the voice now an octave lower. A fusion process was beginning, for it was almost as if an unconscious compromise had been reached. After all, both boys basically had been jocks: Sure, Keoni may have been a superchill, non-competitive one, a total hippie to Zach's more conservative, college basketball bro, but both relied on a perfect physique and long, graceful muscles to perform, and once again Ryder was determined to get there, even if it would be a super-painful battle to balance the energies. But he was already bound to the desires of both Skyler and Tanner, so fuck itÉ
The groan deepened as the slight, boyish skeleton was forced to crack and reform, the body inflating so quickly and dramatically that the two competitors were forced to step back, watching in fascination as a superjock was forming before their eyes. Ryder grew and grew, past 5'7", 5'9", 5'11", quickly going past six-feet and then some. Tears streamed down Ryder's face from the extreme pain of this one; it wasn't easy for a tiny twink to try to achieve such big studliness, especially with the two of them struggling within. The push and pull from within meant that a middle-ground would have to be reached, and so the long, strong body would have to settle in at 6'10", halfway between Keoni and Zach. The pixie-ish face reformed into something definitely more mature and jockish, slightly squarer but still model-pretty, with some of the mischievous, dopey stoner grin of Keoni on it, some of the slightly harder edge of competitive Zach mixed in, creating what seemed more of a fratboy type, a party jester who also could kick ass on the field.
The hair was turning out to be more of a problem, as it seemed to clump and re-clump in vain attempts at a compromise between dreadlocks and fauxhawk, the once long, whitish mane pulled in so that it only came down to the nape of the neck, varying between bright blonde and dark brown until it once again met in the middle, settling in as a rather light, sunny chestnut with blonde highlights. The shape finally was found, and it turned out to be a series of delicately-done white-boy cornrows that were equally acceptable in the surf and on the b-ball court.
Another groanÉ The body had grown rather hunky and muscular, a bit more than Keoni's svelte, cut, lean surfer form, but not as gym-jacked as competitive Zach's. A rather solid eight-pack under round pecs, Zach's Chinese pictograms appeared near one brown nipple, while Keoni's tribal sun also had a home around the indented navel, which was also pierced with the jock's silver ring. Only a very light coating of dark-blonde fuzz ran up Galen's abs to rest between his pecs. Yeah, he was Galen, now thought the super-stud jock, beginning to emerge from his haze. He was the kind of boy everyone loved, well-rounded you might say, able to chill and have fun with the best of them at the frat house, while still able to take things seriously when required. He was by no means uptight, though, as evidenced by his fun cornrows and the several piercings and tattoos decorating his well-honed bod, nothing too extreme of course, just a couple of barbed-wires around each bulging upper bicep.
He stretched out his ultra-long, tanned legs, not as deep a tan as Keoni's by far, not pale like Zach, but a nice, even, smooth light-brown that complemented the light coating of dark blonde fuzz on his shins. The hard curve of the calves traced down to big size 16 feet, just like Tanner's, as a pair of basic leather sandals formed around them. Galen wouldn't go completely barefoot like Keoni, nor would he wear athletic shoes like Zach. He was a sandals kind of guy, letting his feet have a bit of air.
Galen took a deep breath, stretching out his long limbs, his dark eyelashes fluttering open to reveal stunning green eyes, almost like the ones emo Ryder had once prized. He smiled confidently, rising to his feet in only his knee-length beige cargo shorts and sandals, his muscle shirt tucked into the waist due to the heat, just like his two studly boyfriends practiced. Now Skyler noticed the new superjock still wore Keoni's puka shell necklace, it just seemed a bit different, with a few shark teeth also strung in, giving the jock some surfer cred. He was indeed a surfer, a pretty good one in fact, but it wasn't his life; he was a well-rounded frat boy, good at so many other sports, basketball among them of course.
Pretty Galen gave the two studs still gawking at him a cocky, confident smile, uttering "Hey, my babes!" in a light tenor that was half surfer drawl, half jock-bro, all sexy as hell. The three barechested jocks embraced each other, the memories of who they all were now completely rewritten. Sure, the other brothers at the frat house thought it weird Galen was part of a three-way relationship, but they made it work, even getting a king-sized bed that made their nightly snuggles and other activities very comfortable. After engaging in a long, three-way kiss, the jocks, with Galen, of course tallest of them, in the middle, tucked their arms into each other's and sauntered out of the bathroom, ready for some beach fun.