Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2000 15:38:36 +0800
From: Reaver <reaver27@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sk8r Dreams PT 13

Sk8r Dreams Part 13

by reaver and tuxedo mask
reaver27@hotmail.com    &    tuxedomask25@yahoo.com
Reaver ICQ 52121624

Foreward: Ok same as is usual, disclaimer and all. If gay fiction
offends don't read. If you are underage you shouldn't be reading. If you
are prevented by a local or national law from accessing this material
then you shouldn't be looking either.
I would like to thank Tux most of all because he did an excellent role
as Andy, but I'd also like to thank *Tommy 20* for starting to do this
episode with me, but who was unable to finish. FInally thanks to Alaskan
Malamute for coming up with the concept.
I hope people enjoy this one, one of the more unusual and interesting
ones I've done. Any comments, good or bad, are welcome.

Part 13
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James was skating along the pavement early one morning, enjoying the
quietness that falls over a town at 7:30 am in the morning. Kids walking
along to school, or waiting for a bus for a ride to the further
campuses. Up ahead James glimpsed a group of school kids waiting for a
bus. Mostly they appeared to be from the new grammar school, rich,
snobby place. They'd gone all out to attract people to the school, even
recruiting kids from Metro areas.
	James skated past the group, his attention focused so much on looking
at all the potential cute subjects he missed the kid who stepped into
his path. He rammed into him at full speed, and they both went flying
into the dirt. The group turned their attentions and laughed
collectively. Rolling off the kid James got to his feet. He held down
his hand to the boy, who accepted it and got to his feet. The boy stood
5'3", probably 200 pounds there, brown eyes, short black hair, wore the
clothes of the grammar school- blazer, shirt and tie, black tie, black
shoes, navy wide brim hat with a tartan band circling it. His gut pushed
through his open blazer, and hung over his navy school pants. The boy
was cute though, somewhere under all that he was probably a damn hunk.
	"James." He offered.
	"Andrew," The boy replied as he rubbed his back, "Andrew Fafoutas, you
should  look where you're going."
	"Right, and I `spose you're totally innocent yourself." James said with
an calm edge.
	Andrew heard it and softened, "Okay I guess it's my fault too. You on
your way to school?"
	"Nah, don't do school. Just skate around with ma homies."
	"Oh right, well I wish I didn't do school either." He glanced at the
group of kids waiting for the bus, "They tease me there."
	James nodded understandingly, "Yeah" He grunted, he pulled out his
palmtop and begun to type into it.
	"Got a palmtop? Shit your family must be rich. I got a laptop, had to
cos the school requires it."  	"Wish you could dump skool?" James said
without looking up
	"I wish I could skate like you," He blinked and recanted, "Well not
skate, just get away from it. You look like you got plenty of freedom. I
just wish I was someone else."
	"If ya could become a homie, would you?" He looked up this time.
	Andrew considered, not seriously. "Yeah I spose."
	"A real homey homie, like a supa mutha fucken trigging homie?"
	Andrew shrugged, "Yeah."
	James hit enter. Andrew froze, and his transformation started. 5'3"
soon turned into 6'3", he burst through the blazer, shirt and tie
quickly exposing his flabby brown flesh. The skin was a pale brown, more
out of racial inheritance then actual time in the sun. His stomach grew
with him, creating a huge beer gut. James knew Danni and Patrik would be
drooling at the belly. His tits and flabby biceps became exposed as they
burst the material, growing in proportion to the rest of him. His pants
and shoes kept up with the gain. His navy school pants became a pair of
black Tommy Hilfiger jeans which slid down to hang halfway down his ass,
exposing a pair of plaid boxers. His black shoes became a pair Lugz
bootz. Tits begun to shrink, tightening. They flattened, then bulked out
into a sizeable pair of brown pecs, with perfect brown nipples pointing
down, his flesh darkened from the light brown to a much more sunned
colour. His gut receded simultaneously, making a flat shapeless belly.
The 6 pac formed, and hardened, becoming an 8 pac.....8 hard lumps that
stuck out on his belly. A 33"  waist lead to a perfect V as his lats
spread out. His shoulders became globes of muscles, as they broadened
the gap between themselves to just under 3/4 of a metre. Biceps,
triceps, and fore arm hardened then bulged with muscle. Biceps reached
24", that was without being flexed. James could imagine the man, who was
now nearly as big as himself, flexing that body. His neck thickened
slightly with muscle, while his double chin drained away. His face
hardened, becoming more handsome, rather then just the childish cute
before. His black hair became longer and longer, had James look around
the huge Adonis he would have seen it flow down his back down to the
small of his back. A flowing black sea of silky hair. The posh school
wide brim, perching on his head moulded into a backwards base ball cap.
Tommy jeans seemed a little tight as his thighs suddenly bulged with
muscle and his new bubble butt firmed and took shape. They grew to an
average baggy, and kept on going to a really baggy, and then kept
widening till the Tommy jeans reached supa baggy. Two thick wallet
chains formed, as his crotch bulged with a new bigger package. A heavy
chain snaked around his neck, and a medallion nestled between his
monstrous abs, just above his bulging 8 pac. A stylised 'A' on the
front, on the back the small symbol 'J's' could be seen. Instead of the
posh school boy, in front of James stood a 6'3", 17 year old, long
haired, supa homie G, mexican-greek Adonis.
	Andrew pulled his hair back over his ear. "What da fuck happened G?",
he asked. Andrew felt somewhat strange, but for some reason this felt
right. He looked at James, and he felt a burning in his loins. This was
a feeling altogether new to him, the burning increased as he felt his
package harden. The 12" snake slid out the top of boxers, his jeans were
low enough that the base of his cock was the same height of the waist
band of the Tommy hilfigers. "Damn nigga you sure da bomb!" Andrew said
as he licked his lips.
	"Well you sure do rise to the occasion," James said with a grin.
Suddenly Andrew rushed over to him and James felt his sweet lips against
his.
	Remembering where they were James said, "Not here," barely able to pull
himself off of the hot Hispanic. James then grabbed his board and begun
to drag Andrew behind him.
	"Where da fuck we going?" Andrew asked inquisitively.
	"Someplace special," James responded. He thought for a minute and then
said, "You know I really don't like the name Andrew. From now on I'll
call you Andy."
	"Yeah I like dat," Andy said with a grin.

	Finally the two arrived at James's place. James led Andy to his bedroom
and James quickly got undressed. He then  told Andy to get undressed,
and soon the two hot boys were completely naked and kissing
passionately. They were just about swallowing each others tongues when
James pushed Andy onto the bed. Andy looked beautiful as his cock
bounced against his taut stomach. James flipped Andy over and licked the
inside of his ass. Gently James inserted his dick inside of Andy's tight
ass and slowly began to fuck him. Andy was moaning as James increased
his fucking. Soon Andy was on the brink of cumming when James stopped
and took his cock out of Andy's ass. Andy waited as James came round to
his face, showing him his hard dick. The latino couldn't resist
swallowing it in one go. Andy was great at giving head because he used
his tongue to massage every bit of James's cock. James was about ready
to explode when he felt ready for another fuck. Andy instinctively
spread his legs, and James started to ride Andy again for another ten
minutes. Finally  Andy could take it no longer as he exploded a huge wad
of cum all over James and his stomach. At that exact moment James let
loose an eruption of cum inside of Andy's ass. Tired and exhausted, Andy
fell asleep in James's arms as their bodies mingled in each other's
sweet cum. James could feel Andy's heavy breathing as he thought about
his new addition to his collection, and suddenly he formed an idea.

	Waking from a short nap James stared at the hispanic homie next to him.
The brown skin looked so warm and so smooth. His hugely muscled body was
hard and comforting. The plan he'd been devising earlier came to mind.
Sk8rs and homies as sub-cultures weren't opposing each other, they
shared some traits and tastes. What if you put them in conflict though,
pit the two groups against each other? James had given it some thought,
because the idea would at the very least give him something to do with
his bored intellect.
	He would give Andy his own palmtop maker, the only restriction being
that it couldn't be used against him in anyway. They would compete using
the palmtops to transform people over to their respective groups. It
would be turn-based, so he would have a turn, then Andy would go, and so
forth. A turn would be one transformation. A transformation could be of
a group up to six people. Anyone transformed during the competition is
safe from being transformed again for the duration of the battle. To
ensure quick transformations the person/s would just change on the press
of enter; into gay, young males of the same group as the transformer.
	He thought for a while about where they could hold the tournament, and
his old school popped straight to mind. He smiled as he thought of all
the kids they'd soon be doing this thing to. A time limit of about an
hour should do them, no need to transform every kid in school....just
yet. For a moment plans for the future of the city flashed into his
mind, before he set them aside for now. The winner would be the group
with the most transformed members at the end of the game. The group that
wins would be able to claim all future transformations. So if he won,
then he'd take most of Andy's group. He'd leave Andy and a couple of
homies, cos rappers would be cool to have around. If Andy won then he
would convert himself to Andy's group, but he'd stay in charge though.
James reached over to his palmtop to do the necessary prep, and to
instill the rules into Andy. Then he woke him.

	Half an hour later they were on their way to the battle grounds. James
carried his board under his arm, Andy could not and would not sk8. They
walked side by side up to the driveway of James' old high school. It was
a three storey affair, with a huge undercroft taking a lot of the first
floor. From where they stood on top of the incline they were level with
the second storey windows, faintly you could glimpse kids slaving away
at tedious school work through the tinted glass.
	James checked his g-shock,11 A.M. it read in the day light. "One hour
from now we meet here with our transformees. I go first, you'll know
when it is your turn by the green light flashing on your palm screen."
	"Kool." Andy said, "Ma man, I'll win enough niggaz over to wipe yo
group out. Hope chu like becoming a rapping homie G, sexy babe." Chains
clanking, Andy kissed James and then moved off to the office.
	James shrugged and walked toward the undercroft. The large spacious
concrete area was empty of life, James kinda expected that. He opened a
door that led into the art room. No one looked up as he moved around in
the class. Mainly because he'd made it so that everyone not already
transformed during the competition would ignore him and Andy as they
went around their duties. A table of four girls took his eyes. They sat
there with their clay moulding aimlessly, or so it seemed to James.
Chatting all the while, the teacher getting cranky over that.
	They were typical 14 yo new-age girls. One girl had close cropped blue
tinged hair, she wore a singlet with a mini-skirt and open-toed shoes.
Next to her a girl with page boy cut brown hair wore a woolly jacket,
with a pair of above the knee shorts and some black leather shoes.
Moving around, a girl with braided brown hair wore 3/4 pants with a
halter top and skate stars. The last girl wore a pair of black slacks,
with a short sleeve tee, her hair was blue-black, it looked dyed, and it
stood up in clumpy spikes. They'd do perfect. James concentrated on the
foursome and hit enter on his palmtop.
	All four girls froze at their work. Blue hair's breasts deflated,
becoming flat. Then her chest and arms expanded to fill and stretched
the singlet with teen muscle. Her leg's grew hairy as her mini-skirt
grew into a pair of long shorts. Her tri-band sandals closed over to
become prowlers. Her earrings remained, as her face took on a
masculinity. Brown puppy eyes harden to fill with a certain male
aggression she would take out in sk8ing and fucking l8r. 'Page boy cut'
girl remained pretty feminine, and the only thing that really bulked up
was her jacket; becoming a huge, mighty ducks jacket. Her shorts grew
just below her knees as her black shoes became a pair of Doc Marten's.
The girl with the 3/4 pants bulked up enough to burst her top, the
remains of her bra and shirt drifting lazily to the floor. It exposed a
pair of nice hard pecs, 6pac, beautiful lats, and a gorgeous muscled
back. Her definition increased as the lines cut deep and veins rose
faintly to the surface. Her pants grew baggier and looked more like
really long shorts. Her hair unbraided along her v-shapped torso, then
it receded till about mid-shoulder blade height. A stud stayed in his
left ear. The last girl quickly filled and strained her tee-shirt, every
inch of her muscled body showed. Dress pants loosened into baggy black
jeans, as her shoes became a pair of black globe averts. A heavy chain
appeared on the jeans, as her earrings disappeared from her ears, but a
small eyebrow bar appeared. Her face grew more masculine. The black dyed
hair became red, but remained spiked, as the transformation finished. A
pile of books at her feet turned into a sk8board.
	They unfroze, and continued chatting. Their deeper male voices much
louder then their old female ones. One of the new sk8rs made a crude
suggestion about a cute blonde guy on the other side of the room
quietly, they all grinned. A couple sported hard ons as the collectively
looked at the cutie. James pulled up a chair to sit with them to wait
for his next turn. They made room for him. They continued to work as
they talked, skilful with their clay. Making sk8boards, ramps, cocks,
and all manner of interesting objects. The blue haired boy let his hand
land in James' lap, feeling him up.

	Andy saw the green light flash on his palmtop as he walked into the
office. He looked around and saw five boys, who were obviously
troublemakers, waiting for the principal. None of them were speaking,
and they just sat there looking like bad asses. There were three black
guys, one Mexican guy, and one white guy.
	One black guy was dressed in a New York Yankees baseball jersey with
some saggin blue tommy jeans and some old Michael Jordan's on his feet.
His chocolate skin and his toned muscles revealed that he was a track
star, and the big bulge in his jeans revealed that he was a star in bed.
The black dude next to him was dressed in a yellow Tommy shirt, some
sagging white jeans, and the latest Nike sneakers. He was darker than
the first dude and he wasn't as  muscular, but his face was still cute.
The third black guy was wearing a white muscle shirt that stretched to
show off his beautiful pecs and 6-pack, some brown slacks, and some
leather boots. He was just as delicious as his other two friends. The
hispanic guy was wearing a brown Dickies jumpsuit and some black Keds,
and he was a little overweight, but that didn't matter as his dark brown
eyes were intoxicating. The scraggly white kid sitting next to him was
dressed in a Dr. Dre tee shirt and some sagging blue jeans with some new
Reeboks. Andy hated these white guys always tryin to be Mexican or
black, oh well he would soon change that.
	He hit the palmtop and the transformations begun. The three black guys
didn't change much as they were already Gs, but they did bulk up and
grew a little taller. The Mexican guy changed slowly as his new muscles
were taking shape. His shoulders got broader and his muscles bulged
through the jumpsuit as it began to get tighter on him. Soon the
jumpsuit adjusted to his form, but the front was left open to reveal his
new pecs, hard copper nipples, and a V-shaped torso with a hairy love
trail that led to more surprises. Finally the white dude had the most
dramatic change of all. First he grew taller and his muscles began to
bulge and fill out his clothes. Then his hair changed from a lightblonde
to a dark black as it shortened to a crew cut. Then his skin changed
from a tanned white to a dark chocolate as did his eyes.
	Andy looked over his new boys, and gave them a kiss and a squeeze on
the cock. "Come on ma homie bitches wez gunna look fo some mo niggaz."
Andy said as he lead his new homies out of the office and towards some
classrooms.

	Out on the basketball courts James watched the four ex-girls ollie and
grind around on their new boards. He'd had a decent chat to them before
he'd taken them outside. The boy with the close cropped blue hair was
Shannon, the guy with the page boy cut was Justin, boy with the shoulder
length brown hair was Ryan, and the boy with the spiked bright red hair
was Harry. They were all 14, and now all gay, teen male sk8rs. He smiled
at his handiwork, then checked his palmtop. The words 'transformations
in progress', flashed on the screen once or twice before the green light
begun to flash. James' smile widened.
	"Yo boys. I'm gon go get us some more guyz, back inna few." They
stopped to watch him go, Ryan and Harry french kissed. They felt good to
be out in the fresh air, sk8ing around.

	James walked towards the gym, he knew there was almost always a class
in using the building. He walked in to find a small class. There was
probably 9 kids, probably a group of year 10s. The teacher was
concentrating on 3 of the kids away from the rest, teaching them some
basic bball skills. The other six were playing a game.
	They all wore blue or yellow basketball singlets, with a variety of
different shorts, mostly boardshorts. A pair of twins sized up against
each other; short blonde hair, lean, blue eyed, 5'10", both wore a pair
of navy coloured boardshorts and black/black skate stars. The only way
to tell them apart was the colour of their singlets, it was eerie. A
rather plump short boy bounded around the court tiredly. He stood about
5'6", he had long straggly brown hair, and blue eyes stared out a rather
overindulged face. He gut and boy tits flopped as he attempted to block
his opponents, his blue singlet finished half way down his belly, and
his green board shorts rode on his hips following the curve of his gut.
So a naked lower belly with his navel was out for all to see as he
skidded around on a pair of joggers. A 6'1 boy strode around the court,
heavy-build (comparatively to his opponents), strikingly handsome. A
square jaw, framed with shoulder length hair, the colour skipped between
sandy blonde and light brown in the light, jade green eyes gazed out
from beneath his fringe. The yellow singlet hugged his v-shaped muscled
torso, and hung untucked over his pair of cargo long shorts. A short
weedy brown haired boy evened things out for the yellow side, with him
on the side the big boy balanced the team out. A number 2 hair cut,
hazel eyes, and no muscles that James could see. His yellow singlet and
canary yellow boardshorts hung loosely on his minute frame. The final
member of the group was a cute asian boy. 5'8", athletic frame, probably
60kgs, olive-yellow skin, grey almond shaped eyes, and shiny black hair
that reached his bottom lobe. His blue singlet wore nicely on his fit
body, his black silky basketball shorts flowed as he moved his cement
coloured backdrafts nimbly. All the boys were probably 15, but the big
boy could've passed for 18.
	James hit enter after he had drunk in the 6 boys. They froze and begun
to change. The big sexy boy grew an inch, bulked up bigger and burst his
tight yellow singlet as a result. It exposed a hard, large muscled body,
lat's spread out like wings, with a 31 inch waist with a deep 6 pac. A
love trail could be seen leading down to a newly enlarged package. The
waist band of his silk boxers worked their way out of his long shorts,
as the shorts came to hug lower down on his body, almost mid crotch
height. His long shorts grew a bit longer, the bball in his hands
changed to a sk8board. His shoulders widened and his biceps pumped up to
18". The twins' hair grew longer, till the blonde hair fell between
their shoulder blades. Their lean bodies begun to bulge, their shoulders
broadening, their singlets changed into tight red muscle shirts that had
a sk8board printed on the back. Their board shorts lengthen to below the
knee, and stretched to half calf. James smiled, he'd never seen such
long board shorts. They would've looked like an ordinary pair of board
shorts, on an 8' giant, the waist fit the twins perfectly though. The
asian boy grew to 5'10, keeping his athletic build. His black bball
shorts lengthen into a pair of baggy silk rape-me pants, James nodded
his approval. His bball singlet plastered to his taller body, the blue
gave way to a silk black muscle tee with dragon designs on it, the silk
clinging to his rounded pecs, lats, 8 pac and the rest of his torso's
defined muscles. James would have laughed at the new singlet's cliché,
but it looked too damn sexy on the boy. James watch the fat drain off
the plump kid. He grew to about 5'10", his shoulders broadened a little,
and his brown hair thickened. His face rearranged and some freckles
appeared across his nose, he looked cute. His green billabongs lengthen
to just below his knees, as his singlet changed into a green billabong
long-sleeved shirt, James frowned at the surfer brand name. The brand
changed to SMP, more appropriate wear for a sk8r. The colours darkened,
and the shirt had a stylized drawing on the back and the front of two
hot skaters busting some moves, and SMP were written across his crotch
in big letters. His joggers became some sublimes. Finally the weedy boy.
He grew a few inches, finishing a maybe 5'7". He begun to beef up, his
boardshorts managing to keep up with the growth, but his singlet soon
succumbed. Soon enough he was 100 kilos of pure muscle, shoulder's huge
globes that sat over half a metre apart, on top of a v-shaped torso. A
deep 8 pac rested beneath a pair of very heavy pecs, his waist 31". The
body looked like a spinning top perched on a pillar (his legs). His
torso and back was massively defined and cut. His skin darkened to a
deep tan, and his features and muscular development change slightly as
he went from European descent to that of a south pacific islander. His
yellow board shorts had become navy blue 3/4 pants, which hung baggy
over his yellow skate stars. His thighs were massive and a slight
stretching could be seen even in the massively baggy pants, along with
the deeply cut brown calves. His jaw squared and his face took on a bit
of neandthrallic look, it made him look hard, tuff but a certain
intelligence in his eye made sure he would never be mistaken for some
de-evolved muscle man. Even with his heavy brow.
	With the transformations over James nodded his approval. All sk8rs, all
different and unique in their own way. He like the way maker could be so
random and predictable at the same time, and it produced beautiful sk8rs
when he let it do it's own thing. Almost intelligent if it wasn't an AI.
The boys wandered off the court, big sexy boy took a lap of the gym,
using his new sk8ing skills. Or he could've been a sk8r before hand.
They gathered around James, admiring his huge tall frame, and his teen
cuteness. James towered over them. The biggest boy broke into the group
after his lap of honour.
	"Yo, Eric's the name." He said, gripping James' hand.
	"James." short.
	"Francis, bit of a pissy name huh?" Said the ex-fat boy
	"Nah that's a wicked name, sorta hot." Said the short, hugely muscled,
island boy, "Christian."
	"Jeremy and Brad." The twin's echoed. James smiled, somehow he knew
maker would make the twins not only more identical then they had been,
but probably likely to say thing's together from now on. It had that
kind of humour.
	"Bruce Lee." The asian boy said smoothly. All the kids glared at him,
and the big boy coughed. "Ok, ok. Can't I have a little fun?" James
lifted an eye brow at the cute oriental kid. "Leicester, that's ma name
man. Call it and I'll come suck ya cock."
	"Reckon this is hella cool, thanx G." Eric said.
	"Thank me betta bitches, let's go somewhere for action." James smiled,
and walked into the boy's locker room. The boys followed leaving their
gear where it was for now, they'd come back for it.

	James led the six boys into the nearby boys' locker room. A few boys
were still changing but of course none of the guys noticed James and
company thanks to the Maker program. James gave a sort of cursory look
at some of the teens. They were obviously from several different
classes, getting changed before the siren should went for the next
period. There were a couple of kids with ok bodies, the rest were either
in need of real development or needed to hit puberty.
	He led the boys to the showers. This was going to be good. Baggy jeans
hit the ground with a thud, James' chain crashing. He told his new boys
to get undressed, and then he turned on the showers. He felt the warm
spray splash against his body, and he knew that the fun was about to
begin. The other boys just undid belts let em fall, and those with
shirts nearly ripped them off. He grabbed the asian and met his lips
with a long luscious kiss. As they were kissing, the biggest of the new
boys came up behind James and began to kiss him on the neck, nipping
him. Meanwhile the twins found James' and Lewis' cocks and they began to
suck on them hungry for cum. Then Francis and Christan came onto each
side of James and began to massage James' firm pecs as they kissed each
side of James' face. All of a sudden, Eric slipped his long hard dick
into James' ass and began a slow fucking rhythm. Soon the whole group
got into Eric's rhythm and the orgy continued for another ten minutes,
when suddenly the boys came simultaneously in an eruption of sperm and
sweat. The boys quickly dried off and changed back into their clothes
when James said. "I wonder how Andy is doing."

    End of Part 13

to be continued