Taegan the Stoner Rasta Boy Returns to Being Ryder the Skateboarder, But Emo? by kooldoggie
His heart thumping in anticipation, emo skateboarder Justin, his treasured board in hand, exited the plane into the heart of the terminal, determined to find this stud male model Marcello and demand he return to being his emo boyfriend Ryder. After a little research, he had learned that the underwear model lived in SoCal, and after whining and pleading with his rather broke skater buds at the coffeehouse, he had managed to scrape up enough donations to fly out there. Now among the crowd in the terminal, Justin's heart sank as he thought maybe he already had changed, and it would all be pointless, but at that moment he caught a glimpse of a very cute, slender dreadlocked boy walking slowly toward the exit, his small bare feet slapping against the floor. So weird, thought Justin, observing the blissed-out stoned expression on the Rasta boy's face, thinking the overall body and bare feet reminded him of the cute hippie he had managed to fuck back into his angsty, dark-natured emo boy. It had to be him!
But instead of confronting him right here, he decided he needed to get to him at just the right moment, or he might lose his prey in the congestion of sunny LA. He became the stalker he promised he would be, following the boy, though he was sure this kid was so stoned he wouldn't notice if Justin was breathing right down his back. Outside the terminal, the kid just kept walking, his tough bare feet, just like Kieran's, though a bit smaller, able to traverse any landscape. Aw, fuck, thought Justin, was the boy just going to walk all the way home? Probably, being the nonconformist he had become. Justin would just have to see where they would wind up.
Many hours later, Rasta boy Taegan arrived at his natural home, the Venice Beach boardwalk, filled with chill, stoner, nonconformist types like himself. He actually didn't have four walls he could call a home, but slept on the beach, just as he had in Jamaica, dancing barefoot to Reggae to earn some coin from the passersby during the day. Sometimes he could find a bed at the pads of his other stoner buds, but he couldn't stay more than a few days, not that he really would want to be separated from the sunny outdoors anyway. He breathed in the salt air and smiled dopily, running a small, slender hand adorned with rings with designs of marijuana leaves on them, through the thick dreads, pulling them away from his freckled face. He finally found a place to sit on the boardwalk, a bit away from the crowd, and decided this was the best location to light up and watch the sunset. He tapped his dirty bare foot to the Reggae tune in his head as he took a bag of weed, rolling paper and a lighter out of his rucksack, rolling up the joint with delicate tanned fingers and lighting up. After a few puffs, his free-of-worry, elfin face turned to the sun, he was in Nirvana, dude.
But then a shadow blocked the sun, irritating the stoner out of his reveries, and Taegan opened his blue eyes to look at a cute boy with dark, emo-style hair staring down at him, longing in his watery blue eyes. It created a vague feeling stirring in the Rasta boy's chest, maybe the weed taking effect, maybe not. He seemed to recognize the strange dude who seemed way too pale to stay outdoors, his tight black clothing accenting his firm skateboarder muscle. Taegan generally stayed away from such a sullen crowd as the emos, but something about this boy was very, very attractive, and maybe he just wanted a hookup, thinking Taegan cute. The Rasta boy smirked. He'd be happy to oblige. He stood and gestured toward a nearby bathroom, coaxing the much taller, studlier emo boy inside. A smile almost graced Justin's full lips. He hadn't even needed to say a word, so maybe this would turn out as planned.
The bathroom was used only rarely, so both were confident they wouldn't be bothered. Taegan raised himself on to the very tips of his tanned bare feet so he could kiss the taller boy, and they made out a few minutes, exchanging saliva. Taegan was feeling bliss from the sweet kiss and the weed, and Justin was just so thankful he had found his boy again, a part of him leaned toward being alright with Ryder staying this way, as long as he remembered Justin and the life they had. He didn't need to be a super emo Goth Scene Kid if he didn't want to be. They'd still get along. But Justin still tried, breaking the kiss to hold up his skateboard and show it to his one-time boyfriend. "Remember this, dude? You love your board, you love me, Ryder."
The name Ryder triggered something in Rasta Taegan's mind, and he felt a growing anxiety, as he rubbed his small hands against the tie-dye tanktop in agitation. "I dunno brah," he slurred at the emo kid, "I'm Taegan. I don't know you, but I'd like to!" he giggled with a half-smile on that super-cute face, resuming their kiss. As they made out passionately, their need growing, their cocks straining against both skinny jeans and denim shorts, Justin gasped out, "Ryder, come back to me. I need you!" The fire started growing more in young Taegan's chest, as he breathed heavily, sweat starting to break out under his dreads. A struggle was starting, and they could both feel it, as the small stoner removed his tank, revealing his slender tanned torso, and Justin did the same, revealing his much paler, stretched-out chest and abs with some dark tattoos around the nipples and stars along his narrow hips. So different, thought Taegan, and this boy wanted him to become like him. Fuck no, thought Taegan, he absolutely loved his Rasta life, even if this boy was sexy as hell, and he groped at the taller kid's bare flesh lustily, kissing the skinny arms with their star tattoos. But he felt pain, a tension that caused him to double over, gasping mightily, as he remembered.
Justin leaned over him, worried, his eyeliner again smearing with the tears overflowing. Taegan looked at him through his tossed-about dreadlocks, with his beautiful blue eyes, gasping, "It'sÉit's soooo hard, Justin! Brah, yeah, I'm Ryder, but, brah, I just want to chill here, get stoned, listen to reggaeÉ" Another pain kicked in, and Taegan trembled, spasms rocking his slight body, as he invisibly gained a couple of inches, barely noticeable, his slender muscle becoming a bit firmer, more like a skateboarder's. Ryder, his chest heaving, looked through the dreadlocks at the skateboard on the bathroom floor, his love for it increasing. Yeah, he did want to be a skateboarder again. But emo? There was still so much Taegan there that Ryder saw little chance he could return to becoming the super angsty emo teen that he had thought would keep this all from happening all over again. But he was determined to try. Gripping the board with one hand, feeling a jolt going through his body, Ryder gasped up at Justin, "I'll try, dude! Fuck me!"
Justin, his horniness kicked in, yanked down the bigger Rasta boy's shorts, revealing a super hard seven-inch penis between legs that were almost defined enough to be skaterish. Justin would use all his lovemaking ability to show Ryder he needed him back, as emo skateboarder as he could get. He pushed down his own black skinny jeans, kicking off his skate shoes, and leaned down over the sweating, heaving boy that was changing before his eyes. He guided his cock into the firm butt, while he turned to passionately kiss the cute boy, pushing away the thick dreadlocks, but that was becoming less of a problem, as the dreads were reluctantly retracting into his head, making their kissing that much easier.
Justin began to thrust, moaning how much he loved his boy Ryder, while Ryder, groaning, moaned back his love for sexy Justin. He closed his eyes, reveling in the pleasure, his larger hand still gripping the skateboard, struggling in his mind to get back as much Ryder as he could, though the force of Taegan was still rather strong. Within a few minutes, though, a compromise was worked out, energies balancing as the boys continued to moan in pleasure throughout their lovemaking, Ryder's now size 11 bare feet curling the slightly less tanned toes, his feet still rather sexy but more those of a young man now, and not those of an undersized boy. The dreadlocks finally undid themselves, giving in, but the hair remained rather long, not the meticulously kept bangs of the emo, but the long, natural tresses of one of the Venice beach surfers, a light brown, the bangs once again falling into eyes that were now a greenish-blue. Ryder stopped growing just short of 5'11", unable to again attain his original six-feet. The thrusting became more rapid, and Ryder's cute face scrunched up, his mouth opening in a silent scream as the final thrust achieved climax, both boys spurting at the same time, Ryder's cock spurting onto his chiseled six-pack abs, which again had a few star tattoos on one side adorning just lightly tanned skin.
The boys breathed heavily, taking their time coming down from the experience, as the changes finalized, Justin at last realizing that the boy before him would no longer be emo, maybe somewhat of a wannabe, with those star tattoos, but he was still hella cute. Ryder caught his breath, opening his bright greenish-blue eyes, smiling as he saw that this time Justin had undergone a change too, his pallor no longer snow white but also lightly tanned, with many of the tattoos and piercings now gone. He seemed a more average, natural boy, with a shaggy, dark blonde haircut that just about fell to his shoulders, accentuating his even good looks.
Ryder, feeling more energized now, finally rose, stretching each tight muscle, noticing the firm balls in his biceps, a few friendship bracelets on his wrists. He was probably around 125 lbs now of light, skater muscle. Because yeah, man, although he wasn't emo, he was definitely skater again. More of a beach skater though, as was Justin now, which would fulfill Taegan's desire to stay on the beach. He wouldn't be a total stoner either, but he wouldn't be against getting high every now and then, keeping things chill. He picked up his new clothes, the pretty short athletic shorts that showed off much of his legs, the form-fitting skater shirt. He still didn't need skater shoes, living at the beach, though he wouldn't be skating totally barefoot all the time when not on the beach.
"You look beautiful," Justin crooned, as he, too, put on a pair of camo shorts and a skater shirt of another brand, also remaining barefoot. Ryder blushed through his light tan, pushing aside his long brown bangs to reveal a small silver hoop in one ear, satisfied that this compromise would be the best thing to keep them together, no longer afraid of the sun, no longer sullen and moody, just two happy, nature-loving skaterboys on the beach. They smiled at each other, holding hands as they carried their skateboards, long bare feet slapping against the tiles, out to frolic along the boardwalk until the sun finally set on their adventure.