Aiden the Football Jock Turns Emo Justin into Jared the Sprinter By kooldoggie
Justin had come home from skating downtown when he found a strange, but hot hunk lounging on their bed, kind of a young-looking football jock in tights, letterman's jacket over his buff, hairless bare chest and barefoot, high-tops s kicked off into the corner. And yet the lightly tanned, longhaired high schooler resembled Ryder all too much, and so Justin groaned as he realized his boyfriend had succumbed to the change.
"Ryder, dude, what the hell happened?" Justin whined, setting aside his board as he went to join the stud on the bed. "Huh?" said the more blunt-minded jock, confused. "I'm Aiden, man, your boyfriend, duh!" And he pushed the emo kid down onto the sheets, kissing him fiercely. Justin tried to push him off, knowing this wasn't his angst-ridden, sensitive Ryder doing this to him, and yet his horniness was starting to take control. The tight, skinny jeans he wore had a lump showing already, for despite his emo loathing for the arrogant jocks, Justin simply couldn't deny this alternative athlete before him was sexy as hell. No, don't do it! Part of Justin screamed in his head, but it was all growing hazy already, as Justin let the lust take control. He felt up the short, thin braid of blonde hair hanging down the side of Aiden's head, thinking it was so cool and artsy for a jock, so maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. This jock boy, too, seemed a lot more romantic than he expected, kissing up and down his neck and cooing about how sexy and sweet his emo boy was. Justin needed the tight jeans off now. As The six-foot tall emo yanked at the pants, Aiden took this signal to peel off his tights as well. There was quite a lump in there as well, and as soon as he worked the pants down his speed-skater thighs, the thick, eight-inch cock slapped up against his chiseled, lightly tanned abs. Aiden took off his jacket, leaving his nude athletic form on display for the slender emo to enjoy.
They gazed into each other's virtually identical blue eyes, admiring how hot the other looked, while Aiden thought this emo stud, cool and artsy as he was, might look even better as a similar jock, maybe not a football player, but something at least more athletic than he was now. Justin flicked the white-streaked black bangs from his delicate-featured face as he bit his lip, feeling the snakebite piercing in it, and thought as well that it wouldn't be so bad to be a jock as long as he could also skateboard and be into the art scene. And then the burning in his very slender chest started, as the acceptance caused the change to kick in. Breathing heavily, Justin removed his Panic At the Disco! T-shirt, revealing the cut, small-muscled pale chest with its star tattoos and scrolls along the narrow hips. The tight, flat pecs were already pushing slightly outward as Aiden again mauled Justin's face, and the horny emo boy groaned, kissing him back.
The two were naked now, and Aiden, being the dominant one now, rolled over the slender boy and pushed into his firm, pale butt, sliding in his cock expertly, the way he believed he always had done. "Fuck, dude, you'd look so hot, with just a little muscle, some more confidence..." breathed out Aiden as he pumped away, sliding his big hands over Justin's pale, skinny arms. But already those arms were firming, the biceps growing ever so slightly, as most of the tattoos disappeared and the pale skin darkened to a light tan, just like Aiden's. Justin's blue eyes were closed as he moaned, and Aiden noticed that the eyeliner was vanishing into his skin, as the ghostly pale face took in some color, that of an outdoorsy athlete, and a cocky smile began to take possession of a usually gloomy looking face. The snakebite piercings disappeared, as did most of the piercings in his ears, replaced by a pair of small, diamond studs. The loudly emo hair shortened and rearranged itself, the black dye fading away to return the hair to a natural dark brown, kept buzzed at the sides and back, and lifted into a spiky flattop with blonde tips.
The body stretched out more, actually growing taller, even as the light muscle firmed and grew denser, extending over longer bones. He was now 6'3", but still only 160 lbs., lightweight enough for the sprinter he was becoming, Jared, star track athlete for their school. The once skinny legs, already having some good light muscle from skateboarding, grew even more ripped, the calves bulging even more, as whatever little dark hair was on them fell out. This boy kept himself shaved for speed. The long, narrow feet also grew, the bones cracking, now up to a size 12, while the black nail polish had to go. The only remaining tattoos seemed to be a winged shoe on one firm tricep, and a gecko scurrying down one hairless, bulging calf.
Jared groaned, his voice sounding a little deeper, as Aiden dumped his load into his boyfriend, both boys exhausted and satisfied from their little romp. Aiden collapsed onto the more lightly built jock, not having to worry though, for he knew Jared was strong and built sturdy, despite his light weight. They panted for a while, Aiden kissing the cute stud's rosy lips, their tongues locking, as their firm jock arms roamed over their well-honed bodies. The football jock and the track star sprinter, they both were now, their memories again re-written, both believing themselves young enough to be in high school again, no longer nearly 23-year-old emo skateboarders. Jared blinked, revealing his mysteriously deep greenish-brown eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, a total pretty boy with all the confidence to support it.
But they no longer knew why they had been making love in some downtown loft, when both lived with their parents at home in the suburbs, their houses only a block apart, allowing them to sneak into each other's rooms through the windows whenever they wanted a nightly rendezvous. "Dude, where the hell are we?" said a frightened Jared.
"I don't know, man, but we better get going. My `rents'll prolyl be pissed!" complained Aiden, as he started to dress, tugging on the tights and slipping on the letterman's jacket. Tall, ripply-muscled Jared wore very little after track practice, just his very short running shorts, which he slipped into, followed by his ankle socks and running shoes. His shirt he left off, just like Aiden, slipping the track jersey into the waistband of his shorts. It was a warm spring day, and young jocks like they were loved going shirtless to show off their well-trained body, leaving them with a nice light tan, difficult to acquire in cloudy, rainy Seattle, but they didn't want to look like some pale, vampiric emo boys!
They made out again for a few minutes, promising they'd meet up later at Aiden's for a jam session, Jared being an amateur bass guitarist who loved accompanying his boyfriend on some classic rock covers, both of them artsy boys as well as jocks. Jared then picked up his skateboard, from which the emo band decals had disappeared, to be replaced by athletic logos, and he proceeded to skate home, angling his tall body just right, the firm muscles glowing in the afternoon sun. Aiden followed behind him, admiring the tight butt of his track jock boyfriend, before he, too, slung his sports bag about a broad shoulder and sauntered on home, his muscular bare chest gleaming in the sun for all to admire.