Aiden and Jared the Jocks Become Just Regular Skater Boys By kooldoggie
When Aiden returned to his parents' house that evening, reality again had been rewritten in a way suitable to the newly minted jock couple. Now, Aiden was proudly out to his parents, had been since he was 14, and the liberal parents saw no reason to have any objections to his boyfriend Jared staying for the night; Jared had an excellent reputation at school, got good grades and was a star athlete, and as long as the boys played safe, Aiden's bed would always be open to him. So instead of having to come through the window, Jared came through the front door that evening, greeting Aiden's parents politely before heading over to the bedroom. They both had finished their homework, so the boys played guitar, enjoyed snacks and snuggled into each other as they finished off a killer evening before it was time for them to go to bed.
Aiden slipped off his tight Nirvana T-shirt and form-fitting jeans, tossing those aside with his boxer-briefs as his muscled, naked form tantalized Jared. The taller sprinter, already barefoot like his boyfriend, removed his cargo shorts and loose tank-top, revealing his exquisite, lightly tanned body, toned and lean. They made out in bed, staying as quiet as they could Ð they didn't want to embarrass Aiden's parents Ð and then Jared pushed down onto Aiden's stiff nine-inch cock, riding it for all he was worth before gasping out a moan, both boys climaxing almost simultaneously. After they had cleaned up, they snuggled into their typical position and kissed each other tenderly, happy jock boys to the core, looking forward to school and practice tomorrow.
But a change was coming, and again, it was unconscious, for Aiden, watching Jared on his skateboard after they had left that strange downtown loft, had skaters on his brain. He thought those rebel boys were sexy, outcasts though they might be in a lot of cases, their life centered on gliding off rails, while the more powerful jocks ruled the school. As he drifted off to sleep, Aiden recalled something about being a much smaller but still ultra-sexy skaterboy, Ryder the little blonde angel, whose whitish-blonde mane of straight, silky hair had cascaded onto his narrow, deeply tanned shoulders. This couldn't have been in cloudy Seattle, someplace more like sunny Southern California. Images of beautiful, tiny Ryder drifted through his dreams, causing his long cock to stiffen once again in response, so that it poked at sleeping Jared's butt, causing the long-legged sprinter-skater to readjust his position and mumble, but he didn't awake. But even as that version of skaterboy Ryder threatened to overtake the artsy football jock, ultra-surferboy Keoni once again searched for an opportunity to take over. He needed his naked, chill hippie life back, not even understanding he was now in rainy Seattle, where he would be seriously uncomfortable without at least some clothes, but no matter how hard the hippie-surfer pushed at reasserting himself, causing jock-boy Aiden to groan, toss and sweat in his sleep, he competed poorly against the cock-hardening images of the little skaterboy Aiden found himself needing to become. Another fusion had to take place, Keoni whimpering in defeat, understanding he just couldn't return to being that 6'7", ripped-to-the-core surfer athlete that was every beachgoer's wet dream. Yes, a lot of him would re-emerge, pretty much all the chill personality and even almost all the physical features, but the frame of the body would have to be pure Ryder the blonde angel, so much smaller, leaving Keoni a mini-version of himself.
Aiden groaned deeply, the change commencing. The short blonde braid at the side of his head unraveled and retracted, the rest of the medium-blonde hair kinking and thickening into some fine dreadlocks, growing lighter in color but not to the platinum it had been for Ryder and even for Keoni in his last incarnation, just a light, yellowish blonde that would trail down his slender neck, not even reaching his shoulders this time. The average 5'9" height shortened too, not to the 5'3" that little Ryder had been, but still a short but acceptably high-school size of 5'6", 118 lbs, of lean, toned skater muscle, much of the rock-hard football buffness having to thin out and disappear. The face shifted until it reflected the cocky, confident visage of the Hawaiian surfer, but this was a more elfin, way-cuter version of gorgeous Keoni, with a very pert, upturned small nose, big, almost feminine blue eyes framed by long, golden lashes and slender blonde brows, and plump, rosy lips, a ring reappearing around the lower lip.
Sweat drenched the sheets as the body let go of most of its already tight, svelte mass, leaving only what was essential to the average-sized skaterboy. He'd be pretty average in many other ways, too, not at all emo, or punk, or any other category other than perhaps what could be called "corporate." Ryder would be your typical, high-school white boy who wore skate clothes bought from the mall, the funky dreadlocks and piercing or two being really the only parts of him remotely rebellious, except for his near constant need to go barefoot. This was just a mini-Keoni after all.
By the time the morning sun hit Ryder in the face, causing him to squirm on the moist sheets, the new skaterboy let out a light yawn, noticing his normally deep, jockish tone seemed higher and boyish. He fluttered open those beautiful, clear blue eyes, a few of the dreadlocks falling into them, and looked down on himself. He was clearly a smaller dude, no longer a football star for sure, way too skinny for Aiden's tastes, but this boy didn't know any Aiden. He was Ryder, a pretty cool skater dude, for sure, not exceedingly intelligent but then not dumb either, just average, just as he liked it. His toned legs were long, slim, and hairless, colored a coffee-and-cream that was too dark to be pale and yet several shades lighter than the deep mahogany of the surfer Keoni. His feet looked relatively big and well-formed compared to the rest of his little body, though they were only size 9 1/2 , with long, agile toes that curled over the lip of his board when he skated barefoot, which was pretty often, unless it was really a cold day. A much smaller, 6" cock nestled between his firm but skinny thighs, a light dusting of blonde pubes leading up to a faint six-pack, which rested under two very tight, pancake-shaped pecs with tiny brown nipples. His arms were long and slender with just a couple of friendship bracelets on one tiny wrist and his stylish watch on the other. He glanced into the mirror to see how very cute he was, his face also tanned lightly, the blue eyes glowing under that mop of funky blonde dreads. He'd been even more of an average dude with floppy blonde bangs before he'd grown them out, and gotten the lip piercing to give him some street cred as well, though the thought of him being anything other than the sweetest of freshman boys was laughable.
Justin stirred next to him, mumbling as he came awake. Ryder's eyes widened as he realized he was no longer Jared, the tall and studly track jock. His height had been reduced to 5'7", 125 lbs. of toned and even, if skinny, muscle on his slender skeleton. Naked Justin stretched, tossing about the mop of quite average brown hair framing his face and falling into his brown eyes. The blonde-tipped spiky flattop was history. He, too, had average cuteness, his wide, innocent eyes taking in his new body, as he held up the firm, toned arms that were still smaller than the long appendages Jared had owned, the winged shoe tattoo now gone. "Dude, what's going on?" little Justin asked his young boyfriend. He was naked and cold, in an unfamiliar house, and a 14 year-old like him could still get scared.
"I don't know, Justin, dude," Ryder admitted, sucking on his lip piercing. His features were Keoni's, but he definitely didn't have the slow, stupid stoner drawl. This boy stayed away from drugs. His speech was quick and intelligent, his blue eyes flashing with a bright liveliness, but he, too, sounded scared, not normal for such a brave, adventurous skaterboy who could catch air with ease. "Our clothes are here, though!" Ryder gasped happily. They pounced from the bed, quickly shimmying into their boxers and baggy skater shorts that fell to their knees, revealing some of their scrapes and sores from falls. Then they slipped on the brandname skate company shirts, which hung loosely off their boyish frames, and lastly the ball caps, Ryder pulling some of his dreads through the back of his. Justin slipped his beat-up pair of Etnies over his slender, size 10 feet, while Ryder noticed he didn't have shoes, but then that was normal for him on spring days, he remembered. He wore only a hemp anklet on one skinny ankle. They found their boards in a corner and stealthily made their way through the empty, unfamiliar house, finally heading out the front door.
"Whew! That was close!" gasped Justin as they pranced confidently into the street, the shaggy brown-haired boy giving the blonde a quick kiss. Ryder put down his board and placed his bare feet firmly on it, prepared to rocket. "Yeah, but I don't even know where we're supposed to go now, dude? School, I guess?" Justin nodded uncertainly, as he, too, put down his board and skated with the other freshman off to find their destiny.