Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2017 23:30:29 +0000 (UTC) From: M Coello Subject: "The Twink and the Surfer Become Emo Surfers" (sci-fi/fantasy) Cute Twink Tommy and Surfer Justin Become Emo Surfers by kooldoggie Tommy had only a few weeks to enjoy his hookup-filled twink life in the city before he would again have to undergo the change that would return him to being Ryder, yet a subtly different Ryder than the emo skater. Along with his other high school twink friends, he went to the beach on a sunny day, bent on some frolicking fun and the opportunity to show off his slim boy body in nothing but the briefest of neon yellow speedos that complemented his blonde looks. After soaking in the waves awhile, the tight-bodied boy ran back onto the sand to lay out on the towel for a bit and work on his tan. He ran a hand through his thick, blonde shag, smoothing back the bangs from his large, blue eyes, and stretched out to soak up the sun. A few minutes later, a shadow fell over him, and Tommy blinked, looking up at a godly, hunky surfer carrying his board. The longhaired, blonde surfer with a very cute face looked down at him as if Tommy were the best dessert on the menu, but Tommy was used to guys eyeing him that way. He lifted his fashionable sunglasses from his blue eyes and looked up at the surfer seductively, saying "Hi, I'm Tommy! You wanna lay here with me a while?" "You remind me of someone I knew, dude," said the surfer in a slow, sexy beach drawl. "But his name was Keoni...or Ryder? I forget." He laughed, sounding stoned to young Tommy. But he took up the twink's invitation and laid down his board, joining Tommy on the towel and pressing legs together with his hairless calves, rubbing a big, tanned foot up against the twink's smaller, cuter and paler foot. "I'm Justin. You sure you're not Ryder, dude?" Tommy seemed a little irritated by Justin's insistence, and he kept protesting that no, he wasn't Ryder, he was Tommy, 18 years-old from Santa Monica, and he didn't know any Ryder, whom he envisioned as some emo-style skater, too sullen and dark for bright-natured Tommy's tastes, but still sexy enough for a hookup. But the slight irritation brought on by the conversation had started an itching in his slight chest, and Tommy scratched there with his small, delicate hand, believing to his surprise he saw a few very light, wispy dark hairs poking out of his always smooth chest. What the fuck was happening? "Was this Ryder an emo?" asked Tommy in his light, boyish voice, which seemed just a tad lower and more sultry than usual. Justin's stoned blue eyes seemed to study the horizon for a bit, noticing the sun setting, and the faint outline of the moon appearing in the darkening sky. The eyes suddenly widened. "Shit, yeah, I think so! Whoa, dude, fuuuuck." Tommy really didn't know what the sexy surfer was talking about, but still he felt a longing that made his long, slim cock poke at his yellow speedos, and his size 9 feet trembled, as if feeling the urge to grow. Tommy leaned in close, resting his blonde head against Justin's firm, buff, dark chest, which had started heaving. Justin put a muscular, tan arm around the slightly-built twink, feeling up his slender arm, but the surfer felt as if the arm were growing a bit, a firmer bicep coming into shape. "What's happening, Justin?" whined the twink, the boyish tone becoming ever less convincing as it sounded more like an older teen now. Justin looked again at the faint moon, feeling a longing for a slightly darker life, but he didn't want to let go of the fun in the surf, the relaxed beach life. Tommy, too, was feeling an urge upon feeling a connection with this Ryder, that weird emo boy, and recognizing how much this sexy surfer had cared about him, he could just tell... Tommy and Justin both groaned deeply, almost at once, each leaning into each other, desiring to be with each other, knowing change was upon them, yet none of them wanted to go back to that full emo persona, the Seattle boys who couldn't stand the sun and were pale as ghosts. They both enjoyed being on this beach too much, and Tommy remembered something about Keoni, whom he had been not too long ago, feeling the pull of the surf as well as he listened to the crashing, high tide waves. Was a compromise even possible between the two? They were about to find out. Tommy continued to grow even as he leaned into Justin, and the longhaired blonde surfer could feel it, the warm muscles wrapping around a longer skeleton, the boy in his arms growing out of a twink form and into a taller, more dominating form, though still lean and sleek. The body stretched up until it was 6'2", a bit taller than the original Ryder had been, and his muscles seemed firmer and a bit more sculpted. This was the body of some beach model guy. The lightly tanned skin was growing a few shades darker, accustomed to a life in the sun, and yet emo qualities were developing as well: silver piercings in nipples and through the deeply indented navel, a few black stars and scroll tattoos tracing across the sides of the firm, eight-pack abs. More similar tattoos traced down more sculpted arms, leading down to longer, yet still femininely graceful hands that ended in slightly long nails with black polish. Another groan, even deeper... The legs were much longer, ending in long, narrow feet with a black star on the top of each, feet which Justin just wanted to lick for some reason. A light coating of dark hair on the formerly hairless calves led up to rippling thighs and a black, tight swimsuit, no longer a speedo but a boxer-brief style, that fitted Ryder's look. He was definitely looking more like Ryder now, the cute, twink babyface looking more like the 23 year-old, mature but still young, with a little more subtle character to the still stunning, model face, the head a little longer, the nose a little more aristocratic, with higher cheekbones. Another snakebite piercing joined the one already in his lower lip, and the nose ring returned. The eyes had changed shape to look quite a bit more exotic, and when Ryder opened them, they were again an electric jade green, mysterious and cat-like, standing out against the even, dark tan face that made him look like some foreign beach model. The blonde shag had returned to being a nearly shoulder-length jet black emo cut with blonde tips, the bangs falling into those green eyes. Only a faint bit of wispy dark hairs appeared on the otherwise smooth torso, a bit around the navel, some of those first black hairs just between the flat, pancake tight pecs. All this time, Justin also had been changing, much of his emo persona resurrected, but his tan, as well, remained, fading only slightly. The long, straight, rocker style blonde hair retracted from nearly the middle of his back, creeping up steadily until it was also nearly shoulder-length, darkening to black as well, with those white streaks that had been Justin's from the beginning. The stoner face and eyes shifted back to those of the intelligent, artsy emo dude, but there remained a playfulness there, for Justin would still be a surfer, albeit an alternative one, someone who could, just like Ryder, write poetry about the beaches and the waves he rode, making them sound mystical and mysterious. Several of those same tattoos and piercings appeared throughout his body, which reduced in height only slightly back to six-feet, the muscle much leaner and more toned than buff. He also wore that black, tight swimsuit that hugged his still strong thighs. Justin's eyes remained as blue as before, but they seemed to stand out more strongly against his now dark hair and skin. He blinked, as if coming out of a haze, feeling so emo but also knowing he had no problem being here in the sun, and he actually liked being outdoors on the beach. "Ryder, babe!" Justin exulted, hugging the tall, shapely boy in his arms, his glowing tan against the silver piercings and tats making him look utterly exotic, especially with those iridescent green eyes. They kissed, locking tongues again and feeling their tongue studs returned. They then gazed into each other's eyes and appreciated how satisfactory this now felt, to have so many emo qualities but to also be sun-loving surfers, somehow it all worked. Both boys rose to their big but still graceful size 12 feet and ran along the shore, playing in the waves, even as the moon took over the early evening sky. They would try to stay with these personas as long as they could.