Shawn the Edgy Surfer Mixes with Tyler the Candy Raver to Become Taylen, Cool House DJ by kooldoggie
That evening, after the beach BBQ, Shawn took the blonde twinkie surfer Max back to his cheap apartment very close to the more ghetto part of town, where an urban boy like him was a bit more comfortable living on a regular basis. Max enjoyed aggressive Shawn's rough, passionate topping of him that night, both having been buzzed since early in the evening, and now, drunk and burnt-out from a long day of surfing, night of partying and fantastic sex, they passed out on top of each other, falling fast asleep. Early in the morning, sometime a bit after midnight, Shawn awoke, his sleep disturbed by a thumping noise coming from around the corner, as well as lots of laughing and whooping. Groggy, hungover and irritated, the hard-edge boy grumbled lightly, gently lifting Max off him and climbing naked out of bed, his muscles rippling in the moonlight. He pulled on some boxers and a pair of baggy jeans that slid down much of the way, just like Dylan's had, pulled on a pair of surfer thongs and a tight, surf company tank top over his tattooed chest, the phrase SURF FOR LIFE still visible above it. He ran a rough hand through his longish hair and, grabbing his cigarettes, paced downstairs to see what he could do about the racket.
Outside, he found a bunch of neon-clad, rainbow-themed young men and women gathering outside the nearby club, where a full-on rave was going on. Oh, dude, a candy rave, thought Shawn sullenly, his irritation growing. He hated these silly, fruity party-teens invading his rough hood, and he almost felt like giving them a piece of his mind, but what the fuck could he really do? Still, as he went up to the door of the club, hearing the full-on beat of the thumping, mindless music, he had to admit it got into his skull, but maybe that was the liquor's fault too. He took a cigarette and lit up, not quite ready to go to bed yet, and kicked a thong-clad bare foot against an alley wall, trying to relax enough to get sleepy again.
But instead, he felt his energy rising, a strange burning centering beneath his thick pecs. He found his head bopping a bit to the beat, his foot tapping on the wall, and desperate, pouting young Tyler inside him, begging to be let out to party like the sexy-as-hell, petulant little blonde boy he was. Part of that seemed very attractive to Shawn, but the bulk of him was hood, totally rough around the edges, only on the beach part-time to keep his hard bod in shape and have a bit of natural sea and sun to balance it out, also giving him a pretty good tan.
Shawn groaned, the energy flowing through him. Maybe if he took a little walk it would help straighten him out. He put out the cigarette and walked further into the alley, trying to get away from the bouncy, happy raver kids. But the music just seemed louder back here, since it was the back of the club, and there were even a few ravers making out in the dark shadows of the alley, some doing quite a bit more as they were taking care of natural urges, their inhibitions loosened by Ecstasy. Shawn rubbed the crotch of his baggy jeans, the scene making him horny, and the burning increased. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, to be rolling like these kids, to just get it on with a sexy raver, feel so very high. The acceptance of the situation kicked in the change full steam, but Shawn was prepared to fight to keep as much hard-edge hood energy as he could maintain, and Tyler wasn't a very strong boy, not very committed at all, but his needs demanded attention.
And so the ink again began to recede into the skin, some of it breaking off to form some smaller, more raver-friendly tattoos, a unicorn to the side of one slimming pec, a teddy bear on one more slender bicep. Shawn groaned, trembling, holding onto the alley wall for support as he felt much of his roughness slipping his way. He curled his lip unconsciously, as Dylan once had, but his sexy beard stubble had disappeared, his face now smooth and rounding, becoming oh-so-much-cuter, while his longish dark hair began receding, forming into something along the lines of the semi-surfer undercut Tyler had, the blonde highlights mixing more throughout until it was more blonde than dark. The undercut revealed ears with multiple gold rings.
He was indeed a blonder boy now, the wisps of dark hair on his torso pulling back into the tan skin, until he was once again smooth. Cracks and pops were heard as he was forced upward once again, reaching 6'1" before settling into his new form, just about 10 pounds of muscle draining away to leave him with a leaner, more cut look, but nevertheless hard and buff as he liked it. Taylen was smiling now as he felt the rave energy, his brain automatically having fused the names of Shawn and Tyler, as well as their personalities. He was a hardcore DJ, his music a little more aggressive than the normal candy rave style. In fact he had left that scene for the type of urban, techno club style that really got him going. It was playing just across the street, and he remembered having come out to take a break and running into the candy ravers by accident.
But he was not yet done fully becoming Taylen yet. The baggy, hood pants grew slimmer and tighter, more like fashionable jeans now, but still sliding down his slim 29" waist to reveal his boxers a little, which is how he liked it. His size 12 feet were clad in expensive, colorful sneakers with a futuristic design to them. He sighed, feeling a little more content as he rubbed a tan hand across his chiseled torso, feeling up the ridged abs. The tank top had vanished, Taylen preferring to DJ shirtless on these hot nights, so he had left his mesh shirt inside. He felt the colored stones that Tyler once had sported, returned to his nipples and navel. His toned arm, still bearing the tribal tattoo, felt for the black ball cap he wore to the side of his bleached-blonde head, allowing some of the longer bangs to fall into his light green eyes. The face now had a lot of the petulance and stubborn cuteness of Tyler returned to it, from the pert upturned nose, now devoid of the ring, to his full, perfectly shaped lips, which he was willing to share with the right boy on stage during these hot raves.
It was about time for his next set to start, and so Taylen stretched once more, feeling the cool night air energize him, and then walked with a tall, confident strut back to the club. He felt like the perfect urban club boy now, knowing that even Shawn's apartment had changed to meet his needs. He did need to live close to the club, so he could return early in the morning, sweaty and exhausted, and drop back into bed with Max. Yes, there would still be a Max, the cute blonde surfer-boy he had met at a West Hollywood rave. He had been one of those dancers brave enough to kiss him on stage, and they had hit it off. He currently lived with the sexy DJ, at least until the next boy came along...
Taylen smiled, his green eyes flashing, then popped another tab of Ecstasy to keep him going and went back to his turntable, prepared to mix it up for the rest of a totally crushing night of awesome beats.
At sunrise, Taylen returned to the apartment to find hungover Max still sleeping sweetly. His chiseled, lean chest still glistening with sweat, tired-to-the-bone Taylen splashed some water on his skin, then shucked out of his jeans and boxers and slipped into bed naked, snuggling up tight against the natural blonde surfer boy. Several hours later, they woke up in each other's arms, hot and horny and ready to go at it again. The cute DJ's cock was already pressed up firmly against young Max's butt, and so it wasn't very hard at all to just let it slip in. Max purred in pleasure, his still tired blue eyes gazing with fondness at his harder-edge lover, but with no memory of Shawn the edgy surfer at all. Taylen thrust slowly, taking his time as sweat again beaded over his hard, rather flat pecs, rolling across the unicorn tattoo. The dyed, blonde bangs fell into his green eyes as his face screwed up in pleasure, thrusting harder now until he reached climax, pumping fully into his boy. Max groaned, leaning over to kiss the raver DJ, and they made out for several minutes before again feeling tired.
Max fell back asleep, a fully satisfied Taylen stretching out across the bed, every lean muscle taut in his body, but his exhaustion was renewed. He still had a few hours until his next gig, so he allowed his pretty eyes to close, and he was soon in a deep sleep. But all the surfer energy he had been imbibing for the past few days was definitely having a subconscious effect on Taylen, and now that the boy was unconscious, Keoni, sneaky, prankish bastard that he was, was going to take the chance to resume control, to the limit if he could.
Taylen's slender hand moved across the sheets unconsciously, grabbing a hold of Max's shin, feeling up the tiny blonde hairs on it, and a tremble went through the young DJ's body. Yeah, Keoni need not bother with any resistance this time. Taylen was fully blacked out, and the ultimate chill surferdude had been seriously pissed off at having to be forced to blend with that arrogant b-ball jock to create Galen, for he wanted to have his own life...
A light groan came out of Taylen's mouth as it kicked in: Already, the lightly tanned naked body was darkening several shades, the dusky mahogany of Keoni coming to dominate. Bones cracked and rethickened, time to become long and strong again for a life out in the waves, nothing too extreme of course Ð Keoni was not a bodybuilder Ð but he needed a lot of natural, hunky strength for the life he led. Another groan... The body lengthened, filling up the bed, returning to his previous height, and Keoni, feeling wicked, gave himself another inch, now a towering 6'7". The bed creaked a little under the increased mass, but all of it looked lean and perfect, from the wide, hard shoulders to the ripped-as-hell chest with rounded pecs, deep, chiseled abs, and down long, carved legs to the growing feet. Again the feet, Keoni's crowning glory, returned to a size 15, broadening, toughening, darkening, the long toes very flexible for a life of total barefoot pleasure. The hemp anklet was once again just above the left foot.
The dyed blonde hair, returning to its natural state of a sunbleached blonde, grew out, thickened and tangled into the mass of wonderful dreads that Keoni loved whipping about as he surfed. He groaned again... Taylen was now buried, the silly raver tattoos now gone, as the sun tattoo inked itself around the indented, shallow navel, the tribal tattoos growing more elaborate around his muscular, tan shoulder and buffer bicep. "Yeaaahhhh, duuuuude," Keoni now purred silkily in his easygoing surfer drawl, still half-asleep but coming groggily awake as the final changes eased in. He shifted his big feet, so that the toes hit sleeping Max in the mouth, and Max mumbled a little, unconsciously taking the sexy toes into his mouth and sucking a little, somehow knowing they belonged to a sexy boy. Keoni's lengthening cock, now thicker and tanned as well, rose to attention as he felt the more twinkish surfer's warm mouth on his toes, and he cooed out, "Ahhhh," his pouty lips drawn back to reveal his even, bright white teeth. The face no longer had the pouty, petulant nature of the young raver carved into it; returned was Keoni's chill-as-fuck, stoned, completely friendly cute expression, all under a deep, dark tan that brought out his total blondeness in stunning detail.
Keoni stretched, his bigger chest taking in air as he groggily opened his eyes, revealing the hazy sea blue so familiar to his buds. Max was coming awake as well, the twink continuing to lavish attention on Keoni as he moved his tongue up his long feet, now kissing his lower legs with the hard, dark calves coated with very fine, blonde hairs similar to his. Keoni rose to his knees, smiling down on his sweet lover, some of the thick dreads cascading down over his eyes. The gold ring still pierced his thin eyebrow, the only hard edge part of him, inherited from his original emo skater persona, back when it had pierced his lip.
Max's face was now close to the swinging, tanned cock, with just a dusting of light blonde pubes above it, and he worked his way onto it, gently sucking on it while Keoni groaned, "Oooohhh, duuuude." Keoni was still too tired to cum with energy, and so only a steady stream of sweet honey emerged for Max to lap up, enough to satisfy him. The lighter surfer finally stretched up to his skinny knees and kissed his perfect fellow waverider, exulting in the moment. Keoni enjoyed being so completely naked with young Max, so natural, the way it should always be.
But as they purred with satisfaction, Keoni looked out the window in alarm, finally noticing where he was, and his surfer muscle trembled again in agitation, his blue eyes worried. "Fuck, not this shitty ghetto again!" He looked back at Max, telling him, "Dude, we need to get out of here now!" He simply couldn't change again when he had just gotten back, and so he and Max needed to find as discreet a way as possible to make it back to the beach...