Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2017 20:21:58 +0000 (UTC) From: M Coello Subject: "Time Travels Begin" (sci-fi/fantasy) Kieran Learns to Time Travel, Beginning New Adventures by kooldoggie Young, lithe hippie boy Kieran awoke in the morning and stretched, feeling the pleasant fullness of Kellan's member still fully in his rear. The most wonderful way to greet this woodland day, he thought, and he bucked lightly against his tight-cuddling boy, rousing him from his peaceful slumber. Kellan groaned, his horniness coming to life, and he bucked back into his blonde partner, making Kieran purr and gasp in that boyish high tone the brunette loved. After a while of this, Kellan climaxed, pouring his essence into his love, while Kieran spurted his seed onto the bare ground, feeding the earth with his own essence. Once they had recovered, they separated their bodies from each other, but only for the day, Kieran already missing the feeling of Kellan inside him. They held hands for a bit, appreciating the crisp morning before hunger rumbled in their taut tummies. Kellan, the expert at finding berries, wandered around a bit, still naked, finding some food for them. It appeared they were in an area so isolated, no one might come upon them all day, so after a light breakfast, Kieran resting in his boyfriend's lap while they ate, the two naked hippies stretched out their skinny limbs and took a brief hike to explore their territory. Kieran hadn't given a thought to putting on his bellbottoms, but Kellan, whose feet weren't as used to treading bare, looked for his thongs. However, it seemed that all their clothes had disappeared. "It's ok, babe, we'll find them," reassured spritely Kieran, and he made sure Kellan didn't step on anything to hurt his feet, walking slowly and encouraging the longhaired brunette that this way, he, too, would toughen up his feet. Kellan was a bit worried, but soon enough, watching the sun rise through the trees as he held hands with his cherished mate, both nude as the day they were born, he began feeling more confident, his feet already seeming tougher, broader, maybe even a little longer and more muscular. StrangeÉ Kieran, too, sucked in the fresh air and thoroughly enjoyed this natural day. The thought of going back to civilization was growing ever less appealing. Even the commune was too close to the modern world. Out here it was almost like the beginning of time, the stone age perhaps, with two boys completely a part of the Nature that had designed them. His slight body trembled, almost as if a change were happening, but this time it felt as if they had slipped through a ripple in time and space, and their bodies were adjusting, becoming accustomed to the new conditions. Suddenly, Kieran didn't even know what a city was; he had been wondering where their clothes had gone, but even that image, too, of pieces of cloth, seemed completely foreign to him. In fact, Kieran could no longer remember his name, nor the concept of words. He thought in pictures, just like any other animal out here in the woods and on the plains. His body felt stronger, light and springy, more completely at harmony with the elements than even in his hippie incarnation. The boy turned to look at Kellan, grunting, for this was the only way to communicate his feelings, and right now he felt a little scared, and his bright blue eyes widened as he saw the longhaired brunette looking much wilder and savage than only a few minutes ago. His face, though still that of a cute youth, seemed a bit tougher and broader, with a few scars on the once hairless cheeks. He did have a bit of light teenage fuzz on his face, whereas before he had been completely smooth. The long, straight, once well-kept dark hair seemed a bit tangled and matted, quite a bit longer and thicker too, coming down nearly to the middle of his back. And his once wiry, skinny torso, devoid of hair except for a few sparse ones between his pecs and up the middle of his abs, now had a thicker coating, dusting nearly his whole torso, though the blonde boy could see the hard muscles beneath them were buffer to fit a life in the wilderness, still rather small for a youth but hard-carved and formidable. And his long, uncircumcised cock was lost in a wealth of rich, dark pubes. Hair swirled down his muscular legs down to those big, broad feet, long toes spaced widely apart, that had never known covering. They now could traipse any surface, just like Blonde Boy's. For Blonde Boy was all he could think to call himself, in pictures of course. Brunette Boy grunted in concern, and his lover could understand the gestures perfectly. He looked down upon himself, seeing that he, too, had sprouted more hair; he had been rather smooth before, but now, like his partner, it seemed like they had had a sudden dose of raging testosterone. The light blonde hair was still a very light coat but swirled around nearly every part of his body now, dusting his deeply carved abs, tight, swelling pecs, up his well-muscled arms and legs, an untrimmed bush also nestling his longer, thicker brown cock. A deep tan covered him beneath the light hair, and Brunette Boy could see his lover's yellow hair was also wild and tangled, framing his lighter-boned face down past his nipples to his abs, but his face was still very cute, sort of that of a primitive elf. The boys held each other for comfort, their humanoid brains unable to grasp what had happened, Brunette Boy whimpering as he trembled, his hands roaming over Blonde Boy's tightly muscled back. A deer suddenly pounced out of the trees, startling them, and the boys watched it as it leapt out of the woods into what looked like an area of plains with fields of wild wheat. A fierce sense of hunger took possession of their rumbling bellies. They needed to kill and eat. They left each other's embrace and completely following instinct, ran on their swift bare feet out of the woods, finding a rock onto which they leapt, crouching in a hunting position. Blonde Boy's wide blue eyes could see far distances, and he scanned the field, but he couldn't see the deer. His body trembled again, feeling another rippling sensation flow past him. His mind seemed to clear, become less savage, and now he could see a village in the distance, knowing he and the brunette boy, whom he knew as Jandar, came from this settlement. The blonde boy now thought of himself as Kaz, and he looked down to see he was once again smooth and hairless, and no longer naked. He wore a hide loincloth and open-toed leather boots upon his once bare feet. He also had a few tribal tattoos upon his still well-muscled young arms, so the spirits would protect him in the hunt. His hair was a bit shorter, if still long, and certainly better kept, the bangs kept back with a headband. Kaz also noticed he had a bow and arrows tied to his bare back. He looked across to the stunned-looking Jandar, who had very similar attire, though his loincloth was a bit longer, reaching to his knees. The boys whispered to each other in a language both understood, "Hey, Kaz, what's going on?" asked the still frightened dark-haired hunter. A lot of his modern thought and memories had come back to him, and the boy who had been Ryder and Kieran somehow intuitively knew his power to alter reality now meant he could bend time to their will as well, though it was only subconsciously still, making the situation very difficult for them. There was no way he could just magically return them where they belonged. In fact, this place and time seemed so right to them, their personalities conforming to this period. The modern Ryder/Kieran didn't know all that much about history, but he intuitively knew they were sometime in the early Bronze Age, still a very primitive period, and it might take traveling through a lot of other periods before they could get back to their home. "I don't know, Jandar," admitted Kaz, "but the spirits tell me we need to go with their flow. Let's get back to the village and eat. I don't think we're going to find any prey todayÉ" Jandar agreed, and the two boys jogged swiftly through the fields, both resembling teenage Conan the Barbarians, one dark, the other blonde, their long manes tossed behind them as the morning sun warmed their naturally sculpted bare chests. Back among the villagers, the hunter boys found themselves hailed cordially, definitely recognized as among their clan. The boys went with it, their memories of this culture completely fused with whatever modern memories remained. But the longer they stayed here, the more the lives of Kaz and Jandar would overwrite those of the hippie boys they had been on waking that morning, and then they might never get home. They went into the hut that Kaz recognized as belonging to his family, where a woodland beast was roasting over a spit. One of his relatives, a grandmother he thought, prepared a meal for them. The boys put away their bows and arrows and sat crosslegged on the bare ground, filling their rumbling tummies with the meat. After a while, they could relax. The grandmother had gone out to help with other village tasks, and now both Kaz and Jandar, their hunger sated, felt horny again. Kaz raised his eyebrow wickedly as he took off his boots, letting his large bare feet again feel free. "You wanna? No one's going to bother usÉ" Jandar still seemed concerned, but he thought this barbarian version of his boyfriend looked utterly sexy, as Kaz continued to remove what little clothing he had, untying the loincloth to reveal a still prodigious member, though his bush was thinner than that of the stone age savage he had been not long ago. Jandar let the horniness get the better of him, his cock poking through the loincloth as he removed it and his boots as well. Jandar jumped on top of Kaz, kissing him fiercely, grinding their crotches together as they wrestled about the dirt floor. Jandar was leaking badly alreadyÉ Wrestling, thought Kaz, yeah this was some really kinky, sexy wrestling they were engaged in! And with that thought, he felt the world rippling around them once moreÉ Now, the dirt floor felt like cold marble, and the brunette boy on top of him, now with a longer and sleeker body, had him pinned down. Yeah, Aristarcus had pinned him again, thought Melatus, just like the older boy always did in their gymnasium competitions. Aristarcus' green eyes widened as he realized they were now in a different life, with a bunch of young men watching them and cheering them on. The once still primitive hunter that Kaz had been was now the epitome of a beautiful ephebe, his lightly tanned skin highlighting graceful, aesthetically carved muscles, no longer the tougher physique needed for a harder Bronze Age life. Both Aristarcus and Melatus had been wrestling naked, of course, and they lifted themselves off the marble floor of the gymnasium, assessing their surroundings. This was a much more civilized world, with exquisite art and architecture all around them, though they didn't know yet which city-state of Greece they found themselves in. It was hardly a repressed civilization, though, for a crowd of completely nude boys surrounded them, watching the competition, a few draping their cloaks around their shoulders, though none saw any need to cover their genitalia, shame being a foreign concept here. And it was obvious a few of those boys had grown stiff watching the two beautiful youths roll around the floor. Looking out the balcony at the city below, with its whitewashed houses and many temples, the two youths could see the very same situation: many completely nude males wandered about on this sunny day, at work or in athletic competition, for none wanted to sweat onto their few hand-made garments. So many beautiful nude youths, looking just like the statues that surrounded them, thought Melatus. He could get used to this life. He glanced at Aristarcus, finding the brunette now taller at six-feet, as Melatus was as well, his long hair a bit shorter, just hitting his shoulders, and done in delicate ringlets around his clean-shaven, delicately featured face. Melatus felt his own bright yellow hair, finding it done in the same fashion. Both boys were still nude, their now hairless, long bodies lithe and graceful, just enough athletic muscle on their bones to run and swim, and of course wrestle. Aristarcus kissed his ephebe lover, causing giggles and cheers from the other boys, before they decided to go explore the rest of the city, perhaps attend a lecture in the lyceum, their minds becoming those of well-rounded Greek youths. Both draped cloaks around their broad shoulders, again not bothering to cover up any further on this warm day, and they padded barefoot into the hallway. Would the now Greek boys forget their point of origin, or would Melatus finally remember the hippie boy, or even the emo skateboarder he originally had been. Of course, only time would tell.