“Oh, and by the way, Jarrod,” said Mark, “you are gay. You are totally into gettin’ it on with hot skater dudes like yourself. The only thing you love more than skating is sucking cock and fucking. You are horny all the time. You have sex whenever and wherever you can. Got it?”
“I am one hot man-fucking stud,” replied Jarrod; lust evident in his eyes.
Mark chuckled. “And any dude that tastes your cum will become a slacker skater punk like yourself,” he added.
“Kewl!” Jarrod exclaimed.
With that Mark turned to his jock buddies and they were having a discussion about releasing the new skater into the world. They laughed and joked between themselves, disregarding Jarrod for the moment.
Meanwhile, Jarrod was feeling the effects of his newly super-sized libido and although the clean-cut jocks weren’t his favorite flavor of men, it was hard to ignore the assortment of ripped bodies in the corner, their muscles flexing as they laughed and gestured. His 12 inches was at full mast and desperately needed some attention. With his new-found strength, Jarrod was able to work one hand free and released his throbbing tool from its confines and went to town.
Suddenly Mark heard the sounds of Jarrod’s increasingly loud moans and turned around. “Dude! What the fuck you doin’?!” Mark yelled, “Not here!” Mark then headed across the room.
But Jarrod was too engrossed in his self pleasuring to listen or care. Before Mark could reach him, Jarrod’s impending explosion was boiling to the surface and stream after stream of hot man-juice cascaded across Jarrod’s tight abs and smooth muscular pecs accompanied by ecstatic groans of satisfaction. Jarrod just smiled that silly smile of a guy still buzzed from sexual release. He ran his hand across his abs and chest and brought the salty treat to his lips.
Just then a light bulb went off in Jarrod’s head. (OK… he wasn’t as bright as he used to be, but he wasn’t an idiot; and thanks to Mark, most of his brain cells were geared toward scoring with other guys.) “Sorry bro,” Jarrod said. “Um… wanna hand me that towel over there, dude?”
Mark grabbed the towel, turned his head and grimaced, while extending his arm to pass the towel to Jarrod. “Ugh!” was all Mark could utter. But he knew he needed to get this punk cleaned up and out of there.
But instead of taking the towel, Jarrod grabbed Mark's wrist and pulled him in toward himself. Normally, the larger, more muscular jock would have had no trouble bettering even the newly buff Jarrod, but he was caught off guard and stumbled into Jarrod. Quickly Jarrod stuffed his cum-soaked fingers into Mark’s mouth. Mark was completely taken by surprise, but regained his footing and righted himself, spitting and choking in disgust. Slowly Marks eyes glazed over and he found himself licking his lips, then grabbing Jarrod’s hand and licking it, eventually licking between and sucking each finger hungrily being sure not to miss a drop. All the other jocks just stared in horror.
And then the changes began to set in…
Mark’s sandy brown hair darkened to a dark brown and grew out a little from its short buzzed cut and spiked up with mega-hold gel, while the tips lightened to a golden blond. On Mark’s right ear a silver hoop appeared on the lobe and a silver cuff on the upper cartilage. Three silver hoops of various sizes now dangled from his left earlobe. A small silver hoop appeared on Mark’s right eyebrow and his chin now sported a small goatee patch. Mark lost some muscle mass, but stayed firm and ripped, more like a swimmers build than a bulky football athlete, as is appropriate for a skater. The thick chest hair he was so proud of faded away, leaving a smooth chest with just a wisp of a treasure trail down his rock hard abs. A small silver hoop now hung from his left nipple. A tribal band tattoo appeared on his right bicep and a geometric pattern now adorned his left shoulder. A tattoo of a skate board with eagle-like wings appeared on his upper back between his shoulder blades; while a small gecko on a skateboard appeared on the outside of his right calf. A leather lace anklet with rainbow beads appeared on his left ankle and a hemp choker with wooden beads now rested around his neck. In his hands was an orange tank (formerly his gray T-shirt) and his Navy blue sweat shorts morphed into a pair of baggy khaki cargo shorts which slid down on his now thinner hips revealing a pair of lime green boxers. Lastly his white cross trainers changed into a pair of tan Vans.
While all this was happening, Mark’s mind was being altered and reshaped into one more appropriate for a skater punk. His ambitions tempered and his attitude sharpened. His vocabulary re-written and his likes/dislikes adjusted. His new equipment and sex drive were quite evident by the large tent in his shorts. “W’oh! That fuckin’ rocked!” he suddenly exclaimed, eagerly accepting the changes.
“Oh fuck! Mark, look at you!” screamed his jock pals. “Dude! Change him back!” they pleaded to Jarrod.
“Who says I fuckin’ wanna go back,” chided in Mark.
“Mark, dude… we gotta get to practice. What’s coach gonna say?”
“Fuck dat shit!” replied the new slacker Mark. “I gonna just chill and hang with my new bud, Jarrod… maybe score us some weed,” said Mark while grinning and winking at Jarrod.
“Mark, man, listen to yourself? You wanna get kicked off the team?” the jocks tried to reason.
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“Fuck da team!... Fuck Football! Too many fuckin’ rules! I don’ need dat shit, man! I just wanna chill and ride my board.”
Mark’s former buddies just shook their heads in defeat and left the room.
“So… dude…” Mark said turning to Jarrod and stroking his 10” rod through the fabric of his shorts, “you gonna help me wit dis?”
“Fuck yeah!” replied Jarrod. Then Jarrod leaned in and pressed his lips to Mark’s, eventually spreading Mark’s lips with his tongue and the two began to passionately explore each other’s mouths while he undid Mark’s fly and pulled out Marks new tool. Slowly he stroked the rigid shaft while kissing and licking Mark’s face and neck. He continued his tongue’s travel down to Mark’s chest, alternately licking, sucking and nibbling at mark’s nipples. Mark wriggled and moaned in rapture. All the while, Jarrod kept stroking Mark’s throbbing cock. He made his way down Mark’s abs, then swirled his tongue around the head of Mark’s dick, before swallowing the tubesteak and letting his lips give Mark’s shaft some action. Even though he had never done this before, Jarrod pleasured Mark like an expert… Mark could certainly attest to Jarrod’s skill. Jarrod moved back and forth between licking Mark’s balls and licking and sucking his dick. Each time just bringing Mark just close enough to climax that he could still back Mark down from it. Mark moaned and babbled incoherent encouragement. Then Jarrod went for the magic spot. He slid his tongue down under Mark’s balls and between his legs wriggling his way up to Mark’s crack. Mark shrieked in ecstasy. Then he found Mark’s hot man-hole… licking and prodding Mark’s pucker. Mark never knew anything so heavenly. He wanted Jarrod inside him. He wanted to be fucked… bad!!
“Fuck me! Please, man, I want your fuckin’ hot cock inside me,” Mark begged.
“You got it, bro,” Jarrod gladly agreed.
Next Mark could feel the huge mushroom head of Jarrod’s cock pressing against his eager ass. Slowly Jarrod slid his member inside. Jarrod moaned at the incredible feeling of his new fuck-bud’s sweet tight ass around his throbbing member. Mark groaned in pain at first. Then as Jarrod slowly started to slide in and out of him, he began to moan in joy… matching Jarrod’s rhythm and pushing his ass back against Jarrods slapping balls.
“Fuck me, dude! Harder! Oh man… I want your cum inside me. Give it to me, yeah! Fuck yeah!”
“Take me, dude! AW fuck damn! Your ass is so hot! Umpphhh!”
Within minutes Jarrod was pumping his seed into the new skater slut. They both wailed in sweet ecstasy then collapsed on top of one another in exhaustion.
After several moments, Jarrod pulled out of Mark and pulled him around to kiss him on the lips. “MMmmm, you rock!” he told Mark.
“Fuck, that was awesome! My ass is yours, dude… anytime!” Mark offered.
“Damn right, bitch!” Jarrod said as he slapped Mark on the ass.
Then they both got up, put their clothes back on, grabbed their boards and headed out the door, their wallet chains jingling.