Sk8r Dreams Part 13
by reaver and tuxedo mask reaver27@hotmail.com & tuxedomask25@yahoo.com Reaver ICQ 52121624
Foreward: Ok same as is usual, disclaimer and all. If gay fiction offends don't read. If you are underage you shouldn't be reading. If you are prevented by a local or national law from accessing this material then you shouldn't be looking either. I would like to thank Tux most of all because he did an excellent role as Andy, but I'd also like to thank Tommy 20 for starting to do this episode with me, but who was unable to finish. FInally thanks to Alaskan Malamute for coming up with the concept. I hope people enjoy this one, one of the more unusual and interesting ones I've done. Any comments, good or bad, are welcome.
Part 13 ___________________________ James was skating along the pavement early one morning, enjoying the quietness that falls over a town at 7:30 am in the morning. Kids walking along to school, or waiting for a bus for a ride to the further campuses. Up ahead James glimpsed a group of school kids waiting for a bus. Mostly they appeared to be from the new grammar school, rich, snobby place. They'd gone all out to attract people to the school, even recruiting kids from Metro areas.
James skated past the group, his attention focused so much on looking at all the potential cute subjects he missed the kid who stepped into his path. He rammed into him at full speed, and they both went flying into the dirt. The group turned their attentions and laughed collectively. Rolling off the kid James got to his feet. He held down his hand to the boy, who accepted it and got to his feet. The boy stood 5'3", probably 200 pounds there, brown eyes, short black hair, wore the clothes of the grammar school- blazer, shirt and tie, black tie, black shoes, navy wide brim hat with a tartan band circling it. His gut pushed through his open blazer, and hung over his navy school pants. The boy was cute though, somewhere under all that he was probably a damn hunk.
"James." He offered.
"Andrew," The boy replied as he rubbed his back, "Andrew Fafoutas, you should look where you're going."
"Right, and I `spose you're totally innocent yourself." James said with an calm edge.
Andrew heard it and softened, "Okay I guess it's my fault too. You on your way to school?"
"Nah, don't do school. Just skate around with ma homies."
"Oh right, well I wish I didn't do school either." He glanced at the group of kids waiting for the bus, "They tease me there."
James nodded understandingly, "Yeah" He grunted, he pulled out his palmtop and begun to type into it.
"Got a palmtop? Shit your family must be rich. I got a laptop, had to cos the school requires it." "Wish you could dump skool?" James said without looking up
"I wish I could skate like you," He blinked and recanted, "Well not skate, just get away from it. You look like you got plenty of freedom. I just wish I was someone else."
"If ya could become a homie, would you?" He looked up this time.
Andrew considered, not seriously. "Yeah I spose."
"A real homey homie, like a supa mutha fucken trigging homie?"
Andrew shrugged, "Yeah."
James hit enter. Andrew froze, and his transformation started. 5'3" soon turned into 6'3", he burst through the blazer, shirt and tie quickly exposing his flabby brown flesh. The skin was a pale brown, more out of racial inheritance then actual time in the sun. His stomach grew with him, creating a huge beer gut. James knew Danni and Patrik would be drooling at the belly. His tits and flabby biceps became exposed as they burst the material, growing in proportion to the rest of him. His pants and shoes kept up with the gain. His navy school pants became a pair of black Tommy Hilfiger jeans which slid down to hang halfway down his ass, exposing a pair of plaid boxers. His black shoes became a pair Lugz bootz. Tits begun to shrink, tightening. They flattened, then bulked out into a sizeable pair of brown pecs, with perfect brown nipples pointing down, his flesh darkened from the light brown to a much more sunned colour. His gut receded simultaneously, making a flat shapeless belly. The 6 pac formed, and hardened, becoming an 8 pac.....8 hard lumps that stuck out on his belly. A 33" waist lead to a perfect V as his lats spread out. His shoulders became globes of muscles, as they broadened the gap between themselves to just under 3/4 of a metre. Biceps, triceps, and fore arm hardened then bulged with muscle. Biceps reached 24", that was without being flexed. James could imagine the man, who was now nearly as big as himself, flexing that body. His neck thickened slightly with muscle, while his double chin drained away. His face hardened, becoming more handsome, rather then just the childish cute before. His black hair became longer and longer, had James look around the huge Adonis he would have seen it flow down his back down to the small of his back. A flowing black sea of silky hair. The posh school wide brim, perching on his head moulded into a backwards base ball cap. Tommy jeans seemed a little tight as his thighs suddenly bulged with muscle and his new bubble butt firmed and took shape. They grew to an average baggy, and kept on going to a really baggy, and then kept widening till the Tommy jeans reached supa baggy. Two thick wallet chains formed, as his crotch bulged with a new bigger package. A heavy chain snaked around his neck, and a medallion nestled between his monstrous abs, just above his bulging 8 pac. A stylised 'A' on the front, on the back the small symbol 'J's' could be seen. Instead of the posh school boy, in front of James stood a 6'3", 17 year old, long haired, supa homie G, mexican-greek Adonis.
Andrew pulled his hair back over his ear. "What da fuck happened G?", he asked. Andrew felt somewhat strange, but for some reason this felt right. He looked at James, and he felt a burning in his loins. This was a feeling altogether new to him, the burning increased as he felt his package harden. The 12" snake slid out the top of boxers, his jeans were low enough that the base of his cock was the same height of the waist band of the Tommy hilfigers. "Damn nigga you sure da bomb!" Andrew said as he licked his lips.
"Well you sure do rise to the occasion," James said with a grin. Suddenly Andrew rushed over to him and James felt his sweet lips against his.
Remembering where they were James said, "Not here," barely able to pull himself off of the hot Hispanic. James then grabbed his board and begun to drag Andrew behind him.
"Where da fuck we going?" Andrew asked inquisitively.
"Someplace special," James responded. He thought for a minute and then said, "You know I really don't like the name Andrew. From now on I'll call you Andy."
"Yeah I like dat," Andy said with a grin.
Finally the two arrived at James's place. James led Andy to his bedroom and James quickly got undressed. He then told Andy to get undressed, and soon the two hot boys were completely naked and kissing passionately. They were just about swallowing each others tongues when James pushed Andy onto the bed. Andy looked beautiful as his cock bounced against his taut stomach. James flipped Andy over and licked the inside of his ass. Gently James inserted his dick inside of Andy's tight ass and slowly began to fuck him. Andy was moaning as James increased his fucking. Soon Andy was on the brink of cumming when James stopped and took his cock out of Andy's ass. Andy waited as James came round to his face, showing him his hard dick. The latino couldn't resist swallowing it in one go. Andy was great at giving head because he used his tongue to massage every bit of James's cock. James was about ready to explode when he felt ready for another fuck. Andy instinctively spread his legs, and James started to ride Andy again for another ten minutes. Finally Andy could take it no longer as he exploded a huge wad of cum all over James and his stomach. At that exact moment James let loose an eruption of cum inside of Andy's ass. Tired and exhausted, Andy fell asleep in James's arms as their bodies mingled in each other's sweet cum. James could feel Andy's heavy breathing as he thought about his new addition to his collection, and suddenly he formed an idea.
Waking from a short nap James stared at the hispanic homie next to him. The brown skin looked so warm and so smooth. His hugely muscled body was hard and comforting. The plan he'd been devising earlier came to mind. Sk8rs and homies as sub-cultures weren't opposing each other, they shared some traits and tastes. What if you put them in conflict though, pit the two groups against each other? James had given it some thought, because the idea would at the very least give him something to do with his bored intellect.
He would give Andy his own palmtop maker, the only restriction being that it couldn't be used against him in anyway. They would compete using the palmtops to transform people over to their respective groups. It would be turn-based, so he would have a turn, then Andy would go, and so forth. A turn would be one transformation. A transformation could be of a group up to six people. Anyone transformed during the competition is safe from being transformed again for the duration of the battle. To ensure quick transformations the person/s would just change on the press of enter; into gay, young males of the same group as the transformer.
He thought for a while about where they could hold the tournament, and his old school popped straight to mind. He smiled as he thought of all the kids they'd soon be doing this thing to. A time limit of about an hour should do them, no need to transform every kid in school....just yet. For a moment plans for the future of the city flashed into his mind, before he set them aside for now. The winner would be the group with the most transformed members at the end of the game. The group that wins would be able to claim all future transformations. So if he won, then he'd take most of Andy's group. He'd leave Andy and a couple of homies, cos rappers would be cool to have around. If Andy won then he would convert himself to Andy's group, but he'd stay in charge though. James reached over to his palmtop to do the necessary prep, and to instill the rules into Andy. Then he woke him.
Half an hour later they were on their way to the battle grounds. James carried his board under his arm, Andy could not and would not sk8. They walked side by side up to the driveway of James' old high school. It was a three storey affair, with a huge undercroft taking a lot of the first floor. From where they stood on top of the incline they were level with the second storey windows, faintly you could glimpse kids slaving away at tedious school work through the tinted glass.
James checked his g-shock,11 A.M. it read in the day light. "One hour from now we meet here with our transformees. I go first, you'll know when it is your turn by the green light flashing on your palm screen."
"Kool." Andy said, "Ma man, I'll win enough niggaz over to wipe yo group out. Hope chu like becoming a rapping homie G, sexy babe." Chains clanking, Andy kissed James and then moved off to the office.
James shrugged and walked toward the undercroft. The large spacious concrete area was empty of life, James kinda expected that. He opened a door that led into the art room. No one looked up as he moved around in the class. Mainly because he'd made it so that everyone not already transformed during the competition would ignore him and Andy as they went around their duties. A table of four girls took his eyes. They sat there with their clay moulding aimlessly, or so it seemed to James. Chatting all the while, the teacher getting cranky over that.
They were typical 14 yo new-age girls. One girl had close cropped blue tinged hair, she wore a singlet with a mini-skirt and open-toed shoes. Next to her a girl with page boy cut brown hair wore a woolly jacket, with a pair of above the knee shorts and some black leather shoes. Moving around, a girl with braided brown hair wore 3/4 pants with a halter top and skate stars. The last girl wore a pair of black slacks, with a short sleeve tee, her hair was blue-black, it looked dyed, and it stood up in clumpy spikes. They'd do perfect. James concentrated on the foursome and hit enter on his palmtop.
All four girls froze at their work. Blue hair's breasts deflated, becoming flat. Then her chest and arms expanded to fill and stretched the singlet with teen muscle. Her leg's grew hairy as her mini-skirt grew into a pair of long shorts. Her tri-band sandals closed over to become prowlers. Her earrings remained, as her face took on a masculinity. Brown puppy eyes harden to fill with a certain male aggression she would take out in sk8ing and fucking l8r. 'Page boy cut' girl remained pretty feminine, and the only thing that really bulked up was her jacket; becoming a huge, mighty ducks jacket. Her shorts grew just below her knees as her black shoes became a pair of Doc Marten's. The girl with the 3/4 pants bulked up enough to burst her top, the remains of her bra and shirt drifting lazily to the floor. It exposed a pair of nice hard pecs, 6pac, beautiful lats, and a gorgeous muscled back. Her definition increased as the lines cut deep and veins rose faintly to the surface. Her pants grew baggier and looked more like really long shorts. Her hair unbraided along her v-shapped torso, then it receded till about mid-shoulder blade height. A stud stayed in his left ear. The last girl quickly filled and strained her tee-shirt, every inch of her muscled body showed. Dress pants loosened into baggy black jeans, as her shoes became a pair of black globe averts. A heavy chain appeared on the jeans, as her earrings disappeared from her ears, but a small eyebrow bar appeared. Her face grew more masculine. The black dyed hair became red, but remained spiked, as the transformation finished. A pile of books at her feet turned into a sk8board.
They unfroze, and continued chatting. Their deeper male voices much louder then their old female ones. One of the new sk8rs made a crude suggestion about a cute blonde guy on the other side of the room quietly, they all grinned. A couple sported hard ons as the collectively looked at the cutie. James pulled up a chair to sit with them to wait for his next turn. They made room for him. They continued to work as they talked, skilful with their clay. Making sk8boards, ramps, cocks, and all manner of interesting objects. The blue haired boy let his hand land in James' lap, feeling him up.
Andy saw the green light flash on his palmtop as he walked into the office. He looked around and saw five boys, who were obviously troublemakers, waiting for the principal. None of them were speaking, and they just sat there looking like bad asses. There were three black guys, one Mexican guy, and one white guy.
One black guy was dressed in a New York Yankees baseball jersey with some saggin blue tommy jeans and some old Michael Jordan's on his feet. His chocolate skin and his toned muscles revealed that he was a track star, and the big bulge in his jeans revealed that he was a star in bed. The black dude next to him was dressed in a yellow Tommy shirt, some sagging white jeans, and the latest Nike sneakers. He was darker than the first dude and he wasn't as muscular, but his face was still cute. The third black guy was wearing a white muscle shirt that stretched to show off his beautiful pecs and 6-pack, some brown slacks, and some leather boots. He was just as delicious as his other two friends. The hispanic guy was wearing a brown Dickies jumpsuit and some black Keds, and he was a little overweight, but that didn't matter as his dark brown eyes were intoxicating. The scraggly white kid sitting next to him was dressed in a Dr. Dre tee shirt and some sagging blue jeans with some new Reeboks. Andy hated these white guys always tryin to be Mexican or black, oh well he would soon change that.
He hit the palmtop and the transformations begun. The three black guys didn't change much as they were already Gs, but they did bulk up and grew a little taller. The Mexican guy changed slowly as his new muscles were taking shape. His shoulders got broader and his muscles bulged through the jumpsuit as it began to get tighter on him. Soon the jumpsuit adjusted to his form, but the front was left open to reveal his new pecs, hard copper nipples, and a V-shaped torso with a hairy love trail that led to more surprises. Finally the white dude had the most dramatic change of all. First he grew taller and his muscles began to bulge and fill out his clothes. Then his hair changed from a lightblonde to a dark black as it shortened to a crew cut. Then his skin changed from a tanned white to a dark chocolate as did his eyes.
Andy looked over his new boys, and gave them a kiss and a squeeze on the cock. "Come on ma homie bitches wez gunna look fo some mo niggaz." Andy said as he lead his new homies out of the office and towards some classrooms.
Out on the basketball courts James watched the four ex-girls ollie and grind around on their new boards. He'd had a decent chat to them before he'd taken them outside. The boy with the close cropped blue hair was Shannon, the guy with the page boy cut was Justin, boy with the shoulder length brown hair was Ryan, and the boy with the spiked bright red hair was Harry. They were all 14, and now all gay, teen male sk8rs. He smiled at his handiwork, then checked his palmtop. The words 'transformations in progress', flashed on the screen once or twice before the green light begun to flash. James' smile widened.
"Yo boys. I'm gon go get us some more guyz, back inna few." They stopped to watch him go, Ryan and Harry french kissed. They felt good to be out in the fresh air, sk8ing around.
James walked towards the gym, he knew there was almost always a class in using the building. He walked in to find a small class. There was probably 9 kids, probably a group of year 10s. The teacher was concentrating on 3 of the kids away from the rest, teaching them some basic bball skills. The other six were playing a game.
They all wore blue or yellow basketball singlets, with a variety of different shorts, mostly boardshorts. A pair of twins sized up against each other; short blonde hair, lean, blue eyed, 5'10", both wore a pair of navy coloured boardshorts and black/black skate stars. The only way to tell them apart was the colour of their singlets, it was eerie. A rather plump short boy bounded around the court tiredly. He stood about 5'6", he had long straggly brown hair, and blue eyes stared out a rather overindulged face. He gut and boy tits flopped as he attempted to block his opponents, his blue singlet finished half way down his belly, and his green board shorts rode on his hips following the curve of his gut. So a naked lower belly with his navel was out for all to see as he skidded around on a pair of joggers. A 6'1 boy strode around the court, heavy-build (comparatively to his opponents), strikingly handsome. A square jaw, framed with shoulder length hair, the colour skipped between sandy blonde and light brown in the light, jade green eyes gazed out from beneath his fringe. The yellow singlet hugged his v-shaped muscled torso, and hung untucked over his pair of cargo long shorts. A short weedy brown haired boy evened things out for the yellow side, with him on the side the big boy balanced the team out. A number 2 hair cut, hazel eyes, and no muscles that James could see. His yellow singlet and canary yellow boardshorts hung loosely on his minute frame. The final member of the group was a cute asian boy. 5'8", athletic frame, probably 60kgs, olive-yellow skin, grey almond shaped eyes, and shiny black hair that reached his bottom lobe. His blue singlet wore nicely on his fit body, his black silky basketball shorts flowed as he moved his cement coloured backdrafts nimbly. All the boys were probably 15, but the big boy could've passed for 18.
James hit enter after he had drunk in the 6 boys. They froze and begun to change. The big sexy boy grew an inch, bulked up bigger and burst his tight yellow singlet as a result. It exposed a hard, large muscled body, lat's spread out like wings, with a 31 inch waist with a deep 6 pac. A love trail could be seen leading down to a newly enlarged package. The waist band of his silk boxers worked their way out of his long shorts, as the shorts came to hug lower down on his body, almost mid crotch height. His long shorts grew a bit longer, the bball in his hands changed to a sk8board. His shoulders widened and his biceps pumped up to 18". The twins' hair grew longer, till the blonde hair fell between their shoulder blades. Their lean bodies begun to bulge, their shoulders broadening, their singlets changed into tight red muscle shirts that had a sk8board printed on the back. Their board shorts lengthen to below the knee, and stretched to half calf. James smiled, he'd never seen such long board shorts. They would've looked like an ordinary pair of board shorts, on an 8' giant, the waist fit the twins perfectly though. The asian boy grew to 5'10, keeping his athletic build. His black bball shorts lengthen into a pair of baggy silk rape-me pants, James nodded his approval. His bball singlet plastered to his taller body, the blue gave way to a silk black muscle tee with dragon designs on it, the silk clinging to his rounded pecs, lats, 8 pac and the rest of his torso's defined muscles. James would have laughed at the new singlet's cliché, but it looked too damn sexy on the boy. James watch the fat drain off the plump kid. He grew to about 5'10", his shoulders broadened a little, and his brown hair thickened. His face rearranged and some freckles appeared across his nose, he looked cute. His green billabongs lengthen to just below his knees, as his singlet changed into a green billabong long-sleeved shirt, James frowned at the surfer brand name. The brand changed to SMP, more appropriate wear for a sk8r. The colours darkened, and the shirt had a stylized drawing on the back and the front of two hot skaters busting some moves, and SMP were written across his crotch in big letters. His joggers became some sublimes. Finally the weedy boy. He grew a few inches, finishing a maybe 5'7". He begun to beef up, his boardshorts managing to keep up with the growth, but his singlet soon succumbed. Soon enough he was 100 kilos of pure muscle, shoulder's huge globes that sat over half a metre apart, on top of a v-shaped torso. A deep 8 pac rested beneath a pair of very heavy pecs, his waist 31". The body looked like a spinning top perched on a pillar (his legs). His torso and back was massively defined and cut. His skin darkened to a deep tan, and his features and muscular development change slightly as he went from European descent to that of a south pacific islander. His yellow board shorts had become navy blue 3/4 pants, which hung baggy over his yellow skate stars. His thighs were massive and a slight stretching could be seen even in the massively baggy pants, along with the deeply cut brown calves. His jaw squared and his face took on a bit of neandthrallic look, it made him look hard, tuff but a certain intelligence in his eye made sure he would never be mistaken for some de-evolved muscle man. Even with his heavy brow.
With the transformations over James nodded his approval. All sk8rs, all different and unique in their own way. He like the way maker could be so random and predictable at the same time, and it produced beautiful sk8rs when he let it do it's own thing. Almost intelligent if it wasn't an AI. The boys wandered off the court, big sexy boy took a lap of the gym, using his new sk8ing skills. Or he could've been a sk8r before hand. They gathered around James, admiring his huge tall frame, and his teen cuteness. James towered over them. The biggest boy broke into the group after his lap of honour.
"Yo, Eric's the name." He said, gripping James' hand.
"James." short.
"Francis, bit of a pissy name huh?" Said the ex-fat boy
"Nah that's a wicked name, sorta hot." Said the short, hugely muscled, island boy, "Christian."
"Jeremy and Brad." The twin's echoed. James smiled, somehow he knew maker would make the twins not only more identical then they had been, but probably likely to say thing's together from now on. It had that kind of humour.
"Bruce Lee." The asian boy said smoothly. All the kids glared at him, and the big boy coughed. "Ok, ok. Can't I have a little fun?" James lifted an eye brow at the cute oriental kid. "Leicester, that's ma name man. Call it and I'll come suck ya cock."
"Reckon this is hella cool, thanx G." Eric said.
"Thank me betta bitches, let's go somewhere for action." James smiled, and walked into the boy's locker room. The boys followed leaving their gear where it was for now, they'd come back for it.
James led the six boys into the nearby boys' locker room. A few boys were still changing but of course none of the guys noticed James and company thanks to the Maker program. James gave a sort of cursory look at some of the teens. They were obviously from several different classes, getting changed before the siren should went for the next period. There were a couple of kids with ok bodies, the rest were either in need of real development or needed to hit puberty.
He led the boys to the showers. This was going to be good. Baggy jeans hit the ground with a thud, James' chain crashing. He told his new boys to get undressed, and then he turned on the showers. He felt the warm spray splash against his body, and he knew that the fun was about to begin. The other boys just undid belts let em fall, and those with shirts nearly ripped them off. He grabbed the asian and met his lips with a long luscious kiss. As they were kissing, the biggest of the new boys came up behind James and began to kiss him on the neck, nipping him. Meanwhile the twins found James' and Lewis' cocks and they began to suck on them hungry for cum. Then Francis and Christan came onto each side of James and began to massage James' firm pecs as they kissed each side of James' face. All of a sudden, Eric slipped his long hard dick into James' ass and began a slow fucking rhythm. Soon the whole group got into Eric's rhythm and the orgy continued for another ten minutes, when suddenly the boys came simultaneously in an eruption of sperm and sweat. The boys quickly dried off and changed back into their clothes when James said. "I wonder how Andy is doing."
End of Part 13
to be continued