Emo Justin Turns Galen the Superjock into Austin the New Romantic by kooldoggie
The tall fratboy Galen, stretching his bare pumped muscles, awoke with the sun hitting his face. He yawned, rubbing the strong shoulders of the two boyfriends sleeping on either side of him, both Tanner and Skyler having their long, untied hair tossed about on the pillows, bright blonde and brunette sandwiching the dark blonde part-surfer, part-jock in between them. The awakening boys snuggled together tightly, kissing each other passionately before finally deciding it was time to start their day. Skyler was out to catch the latest waves up in Malibu, while Tanner had practice. Galen had promised to join Skyler for a surf later before returning to Venice Beach for an outdoor court game with Tanner, as he had promised to help his paler boyfriend work on his tan.
When they had left, Galen, Zach's small, diamond stud earrings still glinting in his ears, hopped out of the king-sized bed, knowing he should wash the sticky sheets. All three could be pretty passionate in their lovemaking. Being the responsible boy he was, Galen had promised his fellow house brothers he would do his scheduled duty and clean the kitchen, and so he dressed casually in his boxers and a tight tank top showing much of his ripped chest, staying comfortably barefoot as he headed downstairs. Usually in sandals, or in sneakers when he had to be for sports that required them, he still loved the feel of his big, bare feet hugging the ground. This lingering preference of Keoni encouraged young Galen to go barefoot a little more often when he was out, maybe even try it when playing b-ball with Tanner, for he had seen some of the more radical jocks do that on the beach courts, and he was certainly in their ranks. He was sure he could toughen up his soles pretty good with all that friction.
All these thoughts went through his mind as he washed the dishes and scrubbed the sink, occasionally tossing back a beer to keep a pleasant buzz going as he did his work. He hummed to the lazy, surf music tune on the stereo, another legacy of Keoni, as he danced happily on his tan bare feet, his cute cornrows bouncing in time to the music.
"Ryder, dude?" came a soft voice from behind him. Startled, Galen turned to find a weirdly attired boy had come into their house. The relaxed frat brothers rarely felt the need to lock their door in this college neighborhood where everyone knew each other, but he hadn't expected anyone to just walk in unannounced. The boy was cute, though, about the same age, but he seemed a dark emo-Goth, from the black skinny jeans and tight Cure shirt on his six-feet tall, lean frame, to the metal-studded collar, leather bands on his wrist and star tattoos up and down his pale arms. It seemed the vampiric boy avoided the sun at all costs, his model-pretty face white and perfect, with a silver hoop in his lip and dark eyebrow, thick eyeliner around watery blue eyes, and a nearly shoulder length, jet-black hairstyle with a few white streaks through it.
But something about the face was oddly familiar, and as a hazy memory resurfaced in Galen's jock brain, it shocked him. The emo boy felt the need to explain: "Yeah, it's me, Justin! I was sooo bummed when you didn't show up, so I went to hang out at this coffeeshop down the street. I found some of our old posse from Seattle there, and they recognized me. They cornered me, knowing I couldn't truly be happy on the beach, I mean, is anyone ever really happy anyway? So they helped me realize who I really am. I missed all this, man!" Yes, despite having been a happy, nearly-naked 70's style skaterboy, the mere presence of the emo crowd he once had known had kicked in a severe mental and physical change, compounded by the sorrow he already was feeling from losing Ryder again. Again, the world was a dark place, but Justin had convinced himself this was the persona he favored: highly intelligent, angsty, artsy, a total outsider who could tell the world to go fuck itself. There really was only love to keep him sane and going without cutting himself, and so he needed to have his emo Ryder back, or else he just might do something rash...
But to superjock fratboy Galen, this boy was totally outside his sphere. "Nah, man," he drawled, "my name's Galen. I can't help ya, bud!"
Justin gave a wry half-smile and cocked his head. This was only to be expected, but the eyeliner under the recently crying blue eyes was a little smeared; he was again in total touch with his emotions, and he knew he had to use his recently re-acquired high IQ to convince Ryder it was best to join him. "All right, Galen. Can I help you out then?" Galen shrugged, allowing the emo boy to come forward and take part in finishing his work.
With this compromise, Justin soon had Galen loosened up. The beer also did the trick. Galen offered him one, which the emo boy accepted, though it seemed he had tastes more for esoteric stuff like absinthe these days, and soon both had a pleasant buzz going.
More slightly built Justin's arms ached as they finished the last chore, but strongly built Galen also needed a break, so they finally sat on the couch and chilled. Galen put his tan size 16 feet up on the table, taking a deep breath. Justin felt that now was the time to strike, when this studly jockboy was most loosened up. He remembered topping Ryder in the past, but it was going to be way more difficult with this gigantically tall jock. Justin tried to look as cute as possible as he brushed the black bangs out of his eyes, pouting. Horny Galen rubbed his crotch, some precum already creating a stain in his boxers. Justin kept staring at the agitated jock with his soulful blue eyes until something cracked within, and Galen practically whimpered, "Justin, would you fuck me, dude?"
Justin merely cooed and put a delicate white hand on the jock's tan cheek, kissing him. He slipped off his shirt, revealing the very slender, deathly pale chest with silver rings piercing the pink nipples and a few scroll tattoos going down his sides. He then unbuckled his studded belt and forced down the tight jeans, revealing a long, pale cock that had grown incredibly stiff. Galen knew what to do, pushing down his boxers, panting all the while, as he slid into as comfortable a position as his 6'10" could take on the couch, encouraging the emo boy to push in while holding onto his ripped lower abs. Galen needed this, but at the same time he didn't want to be some incredibly depressed, moody little emo boy. The whole romanticism of the scene, though, as Justin was subconsciously communicating it to him, with its constant examination of life and emotions, the way love could create a bond stronger than death, was actually turning him on, but a struggle was developing in his soul. Galen wanted to keep as much of himself as he could, but wasn't there a compromise?
But Galen could only groan deeply as his old boyfriend's stiff, long prick penetrated him deeply, the emo boy whispering romantic expressions of longing into his side, since the difference in their height made it impossible for six-foot Justin to reach his ear. But Galen heard the whisperings, and like a magical chant they were helping him create a new fusion process. It would be another painful one, though not as aggressive as it had been to fuse Keoni and Zach into his current incarnation.
As Justin continued his slow, soul-burning lovemaking, Galen whimpered several times more, pushing his face into a pillow. He groaned into it, feeling his height forced to retract in compromise, losing nearly half-a-foot until he wound up at 6'4", still taller than emo Ryder had been, but allowing Justin to now breathe seductively into his ear and lick his way down his neck. Galen rose a trembling big, b-baller hand to smooth his cornrows, but the hand was turning into one slightly paler and more delicate, with several gold rings on it, some of the nails painted black. "Yeah," exulted Justin, seeing this, the emo was taking over. The cornrows, too, undid themselves, the chestnut hair darkening until it was a lush dark brown, thick and wavy, falling down to his shoulders, the diamond stud earrings vanishing and being replaced by small, gold hoops. Galen was groaning in pleasure now, feeling emotions welling up in his soul. He no longer cared about sports, no longer competitive, the outside world really having no favors to give him. It was the inner world that mattered now, one of love and heartbreak and, oh, just so many feelings!
With another groan, the slightly less-muscular but still chiseled frame grew a bit paler, nowhere near as snow-white as emo Justin, but still with some ruddiness. The legs were beautifully shaped and even a bit feminine, though the size 12 feet, still firm and strong, gave them away as all-man. Austin, as he now identified himself, lifted his crying face from the pillow, and Justin noted how beautiful it had become, the features delicate and almost feminine, the long brown locks falling across still closed eyes with long, dark lashes, and lips that were eminently kissable.
Austin was just about there, and now Justin realized that the superjock had fought too hard, preventing Galen from going full emo, but this was certainly a vast improvement, and Justin was willing to take it for now.
Seeing the beautiful face, the eyelids now fluttering open to reveal crystal blue eyes a shade paler than Justin's, caused the emo boy to go over the edge. He came into the firm butt, and Austin purred in release. As they caught their breath, both boys panting hard, Austin stretched his lithe muscles and rose to his feet, pulling up the black leather pants that would have made metalhead Xander proud. But there was nothing hard-edge about Austin. He was all sweet, New Romantic prettiness, a boy totally in touch with his emotions who sought only the butterfly-beauty of life, and who deeply loved the emo boy who had made such wonderful union with him.
And yet there was a tall, sveltely muscled grace to him, the legacy of a jock, but he seemed more like some retro boy who you wouldn't want to get into some sword duel with, for he would kick your ass!
Justin laughed at that thought, and he grew hard again looking up and down that sickly designed lithe body, seeing a blousy silk shirt had replaced the jock's muscle shirt, undone to show off his lightly tanned, softer abs, but Austin redid just the bottom two buttons, allowing most of the shirt to hang open. All of the piercings and jockish tattoos were now gone, just model-perfect untouched skin remaining, and Austin slipped his feet into black ankle-length boots. The gold medallion worn on a chain around his neck, complementing the gold hoops in his ears, were the only jewelry to accent his androgynous features as he tossed back the long mane of dark brown locks, turning his blue eyes toward his lover and smiling sweetly.
Yeah, this wasn't emo, but maybe a retro-emo that seemed to suit this version of the boy who had been Ryder better. They still could love and hurt and cry and make passionate love to each other in their artsy way, and so it was all good. Justin fell again into Austin's arms, and they both let the tears flow as they swore love to each other forever...