Keoni the Chill Surferdude Turns Justin into a Total Surf Hunk by kooldoggie
Meanwhile, Justin, once again a total emo skateboarder, was on the search for Ryder, who had changed several times by now and was once again Keoni. Unfortunately for emo Justin, Keoni's energy would grow so powerful that it would turn Justin as well...
Luckily, the red pickup truck that belonged to Shawn/Taylen was still parked out on the curb below his ghetto apartment, and so it would not be a long journey for poor Keoni, so terrified that if he stayed in the tough urban hood a moment longer he would return to being Dylan, the hip hop thug. The stoner surferdude found that the DJ clothes of his previous persona had fused back into his flowery blue boardshorts, so he slipped those on over his brown, muscled legs, tugging on the laces until it fit as securely as it could over his tight, slender 29" waist, but the shorts still dropped a bit down the narrow hips, resting just above his ponderous cock and flashing his silky golden pubes.
Max slipped back into his own shorts, tight tanktop and flip-flops, then escorted the nearly naked surfer stud down to the street, Keoni's big bare feet treading cautiously across the cracked sidewalk. Keoni tried hard not to breathe in the polluted, ghetto air, knowing that could trigger the change. At last, they settled into the truck, started the engine, and pulled away, driving out of the inner city and back toward more familiar territory, Keoni asking his new lover to take him down where his energy was most centered and least vulnerable, the chill beaches of southern Orange County.
As they continued south, leaving the city behind, Keoni at last could breathe with some confidence, his chill nature returned. He settled his tall frame back for the ride, as he looked dreamily at Max, drawling, "Duuuude, that was close!" and then he gave a playful lick to Max's slender neck, causing the twink surfer to giggle.
They listened to surf guitar music for the rest of the ride, until Keoni could fondly look upon the crashing waves and scenic cliffs of the OC again, and he vowed not to leave. He and Max could score some kick-ass weed, find a nude beach, surf, fuck, and live naked. Maybe Skyler would show up somewhere along the way to join them, but the chill hippie that he was, Keoni wasn't really worried about it...
A few weeks later, Keoni and Max were still together, and the younger teen blonde seemed fascinated that his new boyfriend, now firmly entrenched on the beach and fully absorbing the energy of the sun, surf and sand, seemed to be growing even sexier, his tan a bit darker, if that was even possible, his long, bright-blonde dreadlocks now approaching a stunning platinum that seemed very like the color of the angelic mane once sported by little 70's skater Ryder. But unlike that tiny cutie, Keoni was tall and studly, now 6'7", well-muscled from constant paddling out to the surf, his legs ripped and strong from the surfing, complemented by occasional skateboarding when the surf was flat. The local skate shop had had to build a special, bigger longboard skateboard for him, since the standard board just wouldn't support his tall, muscled frame and big, bare feet. Those feet seemed to be growing a little too, now approaching size 16, and Keoni loved it when Max would massage them after a rigorous day of barefooting, kissing them and licking and sucking on the toes. That got Keoni really hard, the thick, tanned cock slapping against his dark, hairless abs, and they would have some fantastic sex after the massage. Keoni's surferstud energy had grown simply vibrant, and when Justin finally did find him, the pale little emo boy wasn't going to stand a chance...
Justin had managed to track down Keoni back to his typical environment, and the snow-white emo boy appeared very nervous in this scene. There was entirely too much sun, and so he flitted through the sunlit areas as quickly as he could, trying to stay in the shade as if his life depended on it. Finally, he had come down to the isolated nude beach where he saw the tall god-like figure of Keoni, bronzed dark as a bar of chocolate and completely in the buff, playing hackey-sack with Max and a bunch of his stoner buddies, all of them stunning lookers, and all of them naked of course.
Justin found a spot in the shade of a cliff, and he flicked his pale, slender, hands with the long fingernails polished black, through his dark bangs, making sure they perfectly swept over his crystal blue eyes and were partially tucked behind his silver-cuffed ears. He waited for Keoni to notice him, and then hopefully he could trigger the memories to return the surfer stud to being emo skater Ryder, pale, sullen and soulful. That kind of seemed doubtful right now, as Keoni seemed married to this environment, laughing, happy, stoned-as-fuck and chill, not a care in the world. He was a rather blunt-minded dude who didn't care about art or anything high-minded, just chillin', surfin', and fuckin', as was his mantra.
But, finally, the surfer noticed the strange emo kid, as the others broke up the game to return to the surf. Taking long strides, his striated calves pumping, he came just to the edge of the shade, not daring to penetrate its darkness, and smiled widely at the emo. "Dude, you wanna come join? Waves are killer out today, man!" Justin simply sneered, curling up his pierced lip, as he sarcastically answered, "Do I look like I belong here?" Keoni just flashed his blue eyes and giggled, stoned as usual, saying, "Nah, but I can make you fit in, dude!" He reached out a big, tan, hand, his playful eyes suddenly turning almost shyly plaintive, as if he really wanted Justin to join. The emo was momentarily tempted to take the hand, but he resisted with all his might, turning away from the terrible sun. "C'mon, dude," teased Keoni, waving his big, tanned-as-the-rest-of-him exposed cock at the boy, "I promise I won't bite!"
And though he knew better, Justin crept out of the shade, his pale slender hand sliding into the darkly brown and athletically roughened hand of the surfer, Keoni rubbing the long fingers of his former boyfriend tenderly. "See? You're kinda cute, but you could be a lot hotter!" He took the chance to pull the slightly-built emo toward him, into a tender hug. Justin hissed as the sun fully hit him, his vampiric nature opposed to this treatment, and he started to tremble, but he was lost in confusion, at once so glad to have found his boyfriend again and get to feel his hot body, but at the same time irritated that the former Ryder was trying to map out a different existence for him. "Oh, Ryder! I missed you..." he now openly cried, the eyeliner again smearing. "Come back to me, dude, we can go back to Seattle, skate and draw and write and sing and make love, just like we used to...."
But Keoni, holding the delicate boy close, purred gently, "Nah, dude, I'm Keoni, and you're... you're Kalani! Yeah!" It came to Keoni as if he had discovered the secret to the universe, and he laughed with that merry, stoned giddiness, but Justin, as if hit by a bulldozer, pulled out of the hug, his mouth hanging open wide and gasping, his black-outlined blue eyes in terror, as if the life was being sucked out of him just by the name "Kalani."
"No, Ryder, don't do this!" yelled Justin, but it already was too late. He fell to the sand, trembling and gasping, as if he couldn't breathe air of a different planet, but Keoni was here to help the cute dude go through the process, and he kneeled down to help, reassuring him: "Yeah, man, it's gonna be cool as fuck! But first we gotta get you out of all them stupid black clothes. It's waaay too hot for that!" He helped Justin out of his shirt, exposing the pale but model-cut chest with its star tattoos and silver piercings, then pulled the skate shoes and socks off his long, narrow feet, noticing the toenails were also polished black. And then off came the black skinny jeans and the boyish Jack Skellington boxer-briefs, leaving Justin entirely naked, but appropriate for this nude beach. Now without the confinement, the pale body could breathe, grow and change to suit Keoni's world.
Justin did feel a lot better, and his panic started to subside. The ocean breeze caressed his slender nude limbs, the sun feeling not as bad now, the energy of light and life beginning to make his tight, flat, pierced pecs inflate, first with deep breaths, then gradually with tight muscle, surfer muscle gleaned from constant activity out there in the deep blue. The flesh was no longer pale, soon flushing to a normal, white-boy pink, before darkening to a light coffee-and-cream, the tan deepening further....
"Ahhhhh, fuuuuuck!" Justin groaned sickly, his body twisting on the sand through the change. It was painful as hell, going through such a radical shift, his body under the strain of change as the slight emo body contorted in the effort to grow taller and stronger. "Nooo, pleeeaaaassse," a weak, whimpering Justin pleaded one last time, the tears streaming from his soulful blue eyes, washing away the last of the ridiculous eyeliner. He was going to look so much hotter with just his natural stud looks, thought lustful Keoni. That last whimper was it from Justin, as the emo gradually faded away, and Kalani, the chill-as-fuck, happy surferhunk was gradually taking control.
He groaned in a bit deeper, more masculine voice now as his six-feet shot up to 6'4", his bones growing ever so slightly stronger and thicker to accommodate, just enough so he could ride the waves and handle tough wipeouts with ease. The taut, toned, bulging in all the right places muscle pushed out against the tanning skin, giving him wicked calves, strong, springy, lean thighs, a perfectly deep cut eight-pack and two broad, toned pecs. A tribal sun tattoo of a different design and color appeared on one larger, brown shoulder, while the black emo tattoos all disappeared, the piercings falling out as well. This was becoming the body of a natural boy, now, one accustomed to going about as naked as his boy Keoni.
The big feet lost all the nail polish, growing as darkly tanned as the rest of him, though he would still be a few shades lighter than Keoni, and the soles toughened for constant barefooting, the toes spacing apart nicely and the nails having a nice pink contrast to the brown of the flesh. Keoni traced his eye up the exquisite surfer legs, the pert, tight little butt he'd like to have a crack at in a moment, watching as the once pale, six-inch pink cock also tanned brown, the foreskin regrowing, while the pubes were wispy and blonde, about the only hair left on his body. The magnificent brown torso was triangular, the arms strong and thick with a few surf-style bracelets around each wrist, and finally the face, once so vampiric and mysterious, was golden-brown, open and friendly, a dopey stoned expression on it as it took on the look of the typical SoCal blonde surfer. The black hair dye and white streaks washed out to reveal a pure golden-blonde shag, only one cuff on his ear and an eyebrow ring remaining to give him some alternative cred.
The calmed, newly minted surfer took a deep breath, order restored. He opened his bright, rather vacant blue eyes, the angst and deep questioning of everything washed out of them, and purred out in a slurred surfer drawl, "Ahhhh, duuuude!" That said it all. Kalani was there. He tried to get to his feet to test his new ripped legs, but Keoni tackled him, giggling, saying, "Nah, dude, I get this first!" And he mounted the boy right there, typical Keoni style, burying the other blonde surfer under his weight, leaving him moaning in pleasure.
When they were done, Max and the others had arrived in from the surf. They set aside their boards and went to greet the new arrival, Max giving the gorgeous Kalani a kiss with plenty of tongue to seal their shared love for Keoni. The naked, bronzed boys continued to play in the surf, eventually getting back to their hackey-sack game when the sun was setting, the new surferhunk enjoying how his big, broad feet could kick the ball with ease, occasionally rubbing feet with the giggling, silly Keoni. It was going to be a good life, and Kalani was glad he could share it with such hot surferdudes.