By Wes Leigh
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March 2
IT is
going to happen soon. I can tell. I know the signs
that IT is close.
Sign 1 – I have lots
of hairs growing down there. There were twenty-three the last
time I counted.
Hold on ...
Twenty-eight
tonight. And some of them are getting long enough to start
curling a little on the end. They're black just like the hair on
my head.
I got my hair from
my Mom, I guess. We both have black hair
and brown eyes. Our hair is kind of wavy I guess you would say,
and our eyes are dark, chocolate brown. Mom says I have really
pretty eyes and gorgeous hair, and I guess that's true, but that's not as
important to me as the hair above my dick, which is getting thicker every day,
and that's the first sign that IT will happen any day.
Sign 2 – My balls
are getting bigger and heavier. At first, they were pathetic
little marbles that sort of wobbled around when I pulled on my ball sack.
Now they're growing big enough to make my sack hang down low when I
swing all my junk back and forth. And they hurt more when I
squeeze them when I'm jerking off. Maybe I shouldn't do that.
Maybe squeezing them is keeping them for doing their job, and that's
why IT hasn't happened yet. Maybe.
Sign 3 – My dick is
really sticking out there now. It's four and three-quarters of an
inch long. I've been keeping measurements for a year now, and it
grew almost half an inch in the last month. That's gotta mean something, right? I mean, when
your dick starts growing that fast, IT has to be just around the
corner. As soon as IT happens, I'm going to start
calling my dick a cock, because dicks are what little boys have, and if IT
is happening, I'll be a man and I'll call my dick a cock from then on.
Sign 4 – When I jerk
my dick, I feel like my whole body is going to explode. I know
I'm doing it right. I use lots of lotion. I squeeze
my balls while I'm stroking my dick. I picture naked guys doing
sexy stuff to each other. I don't picture naked girls, `cause that makes my dick soft.
Girls are gross. I like boys, so I only picture naked
boys. And I grab my dick and slide my hand up and down as fast as
I can. My dick gets really hard and I feel these incredible
tingles all up and down my body. The tingles make my dick throb
really hard, but nothing comes out.
Not yet. But
I know IT will soon.
I wish there was
some way to know when IT will happen. Like ... you
get a card in the mail that tells you that you will be able to do IT
next Tuesday at 2:30 in the afternoon, sort of like the reminder you get that
you have a dentist appointment coming up. That would be nice.
Or, it would be
great if you could schedule IT, like a party or something. That
would be really nice. You could plan to have IT
happen on your birthday, sort of an extra present to yourself. Here
you go. Splash! Happy Birthday!
Oh, by the way, I
turned twelve last week. I wish IT had happened on
my birthday. That would have been awesome. But IT
didn't. But I know IT will. Soon.
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March 4
I hate living here in Megapolis. It really
sucks. I know there are some places in the city that are really nice, but not
where I live. I live in an old apartment in a crummy part of
town, where people are poor and don't have much. When things
break, you're stuck.
Our water heater quit yesterday, and we didn't have any hot
water for taking a bath. Mom told the people in the office, and
they said they'd send someone to check on it, but they never did. Mom
boiled water on the stove to wash the dishes, and she asked the neighbors in
the apartment next to ours to let us take a shower at their house.
They're really old. Like 50 or something, and
they don't have any kids. Their bathroom had pink rugs and a pink
shower curtain. It felt wrong to me. Our shower
curtain is green and our rugs are blue.
Even with the bathroom door locked, I was nervous the entire
time. My dick was really small. I kept expecting
someone to come in and watch me taking a shower. I know they
wouldn't do that, but it was still weird washing in someone else's shower.
I hope they get the hot water fixed soon. I
don't want to use the shower next door any more.
Mom says that's just something we have to expect living
here. It's a really shitty neighborhood. Mom would
be mad if she heard me say that, but it's true. Our apartment is
small and shitty. The stairs leading up to our apartment are broken
and shitty. The air conditioning barely works in the summer and
the heater doesn't keep us warm in the winter. They're both
shitty.
People living here are nice though. They look
out for each other, but everyone says we pay too much for the shitty apartments.
I don't know. Mom pays all the bills, and I've never
heard her complain.
I have heard her say she wishes she could buy me better
clothes for school. I don't care, not really. As
long as I have clothes to wear, it doesn't matter to me how nice they are.
I would like better shoes, though. Mine are kind of
shitty.
I don't say anything to Mom `cause she works really hard every day at the
restaurant just down the street. She always brings me food to eat
from there. It's different every night, but it's good. Not
nasty like the food they serve at school.
School food is the worst. Even if it is free. Maybe
that's why it's so bad.
I wish we lived somewhere better, but there is one reason
I'm glad we live here. It's getting late, so I'll write about
that next time.
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March 5
Okay. So I said I
would write about the one reason I like living here in the shitty part of town.
The reason is ... Jeff lives here.
Who is Jeff?
Jeff is super coolio!
He's twenty-four, so he's sort of like my older big brother.
He lives in the apartment building next to mine, on the bottom floor.
He has a Nintendo Switch AND a PlayStation 4. And of
course, the most righteous games on the planet. Resident Evil.
Genshin Impact. Minecraft.
Oh ... and Formula 1 Racing. We play against each other all
the time. It's off the chain.
But that's not all Jeff and I do. When I'm
having a really bad day, he makes us pizza and he listens to me while we eat.
His pizza is the best. He makes it himself. He
even makes the dough. He said he worked at a pizza place once and
learned how to do it, so when he makes pizza, it's like going to a real pizza
place to eat.
But it's not the pizza that is important. It's
how Jeff listens to me and talks to me and helps me to deal with the crazy
stuff happening in my life. I could never talk to my mom about
this stuff. She wouldn't understand, and it would be massively
embarrassing too.
For one thing, Jeff helps me with sex stuff. You
know, he isn't afraid to talk to me about things I don't understand, like when
I'll finally be able to make IT happen and all kinds of other
stuff a guy needs to know. Jeff talked to me about the signs that
IT is getting close and told me not to worry if IT
hasn't happened yet. Just keep jerking off and one day IT
will happen. He also taught me how to jerk off. Mom
would freak out if she knew about the things Jeff tells me, but it's really
nice to have this guy who is like a much older brother who teaches me stuff.
And besides, it doesn't bother him that I don't like girls. He
said he doesn't like girls either.
There's one thing Jeff won't do that kind of irritates me.
He won't do sex stuff with me. I've asked him several
times, but he always turns me down. He tells me that he really
likes me, but it wouldn't be right for us to do stuff together. I've
asked him why not, but he won't say.
He just says, "It ain't gonna
happen, champ. Not today."
I laugh when he says that, because it sounds like he's
saying that it might happen sometime, just not today. And he even
winks at me when he says it, so who knows? Maybe after IT
happens, Jeff will teach me a lot more stuff about guys having sex with each
other. I hope so. I really, really, really like
Jeff.
Sure, he's a lot older than me. Twice my age,
in fact. But what difference does it make. We like
each other. A lot. And if I'm gonna
learn what sex is like, I want it to be with a cool guy like Jeff, not some
creepy old dude.
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March 8
I thought IT happened tonight. I
was wrong. It was just some extra lotion that splattered on my
belly while I was jerking off.
When I told Jeff about it, he laughed and gave me a nice
hug. He told me I was worrying too much about IT
and should just enjoy jerking off.
That's one of the things I like about Jeff. He
talks to me like I'm a man, not a boy.
You know how some adults are? They talk down
to kids. Like we're not smart enough to understand English yet.
Jeff doesn't do that to me. He treats me like
my age isn't important and answers any question I have. And then he hugs me.
That's another thing I like about him. His
hugs are nice. When we're sitting on his couch, he'll wrap me up
in his arms and cuddle me. I pretend he's my dad and he's holding
me like my dad would have when I was younger. I never had a dad,
so Jeff is sort of the closest thing to a dad for me. While we're
cuddling, he talks to me about stuff. About being bold and
courageous. About standing up for yourself. About never
giving up, even when things get tough. It means a lot to me.
Sometimes we're butt naked when we're cuddling. Like
after we go swimming and come back and take a shower to wash off the chlorine.
We just towel off and sit on the couch and watch a movie while we
snack. But without bothering to get dressed. I
guess some people would think it's strange, but it doesn't feel weird at all to
me. It feels normal. We don't even get boners.
We just sit and watch the show, and after it's over, I lean on Jeff and
he puts his arm around me and we talk.
About whatever.
That's the best thing I like about Jeff. I can
talk to him about anything.
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March 10
I am FREAKING THE FUCK OUT right now! I'm
shaking so hard, and I don't know what to do or even what to write, so maybe
I'll just start at the very beginning.
IT happened. Tonight. And
boy was IT totally different than what I thought IT
would be!
I wasn't even awake for IT! I was
having this incredible dream. I was on Jeff's couch and we were
playing with each other. Jeff's cock was huge, so big it took
both my hands to jerk him off. I've never actually seen him with
a boner, so I don't know how I dreamed it was that big, but it was just a
dream, so I guess it doesn't matter. All I know is I had to hold
his cock with both my hands to jerk him off. And he was doing me
at the same time, so it was amazing and fun and incredible.
I felt the good stuff starting. You know ... the
little tingles that kept getting stronger. And shocking little
zaps inside my balls every now and then, especially when Jeff's hand rubbed the
top of my dick. It just kept getting stronger and stronger.
And suddenly I felt this wave of tingles passing up and down my body.
I arched my back and I took a deep breath and held it. And
IT happened. Three big squirts of clear liquid shot
out of my cock and landed on my stomach. YES!
Jeff's cock started jerking and throbbing at the same time.
And white globs of his stuff squirted out all over my hand. He
squeezed my dick and and I squeezed his cock ... and I
woke up.
It still felt like I had Jeff's cock in my hand. It
was long and thick, and slippery stuff was still oozing out. But
I wasn't on his couch. I was in my bed, on my back, and my
stomach was wet. My head was spinning and I felt like I was going
to pass out. I even squeezed my eyes tight for a second and when
I opened them, my hands were definitely holding a really large cock, like
Jeff's cock, like a man's cock, and not my little almost-five-inch-long boy
dick.
I looked down and I saw a hairy belly and a big cock. Twice
the size of mine. With hair all above it. No, it
wasn't some strange dude in my bedroom. IT WAS ME!
I had a grown man's body with a grown man's cock and hair
all over my belly and my chest and all around my junk.
I sat up and blinked my eyes. I shook my head.
I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes, counted to ten,
and opened them again. I still had a man's body. I
was grown up all of a sudden.
I gulped and whispered, "None of the stuff I read said THIS
would happen when I have my first wet dream!"
I grabbed my underwear off the floor and wiped off my
now-hairy stomach and my incredibly big cock. It was still oozing
stuff out of the end, so I milked it a little and made another drop or two
squirt out. Then I swung my hairy legs out of bed and stood up.
That was strange. I was so high up in the air, I wobbled
around for a second until I got used to how tall I was. Then I
stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
That's when I really started to FREAK THE FUCK OUT!
Staring back at me was this grown man. I mean,
I could tell it was me, or at least it was how I would look when I get older.
My eyes were my eyes, and my face was sort of my face, just more grown
up, more mature. My hair was pretty much the same, wavy and black
and thick. I still had the same dimples.
But the rest of me ... I had big muscles and a huge cock and
hair everywhere. And that cock was still hard. It had to be ten
inches long and really thick. My balls were huge and hanging
down. I squeezed them hard. It hurt. I
slapped my butt. That hurt too. I pinched myself
all over and felt everything. It was definitely me. Somehow.
Some way. Only I was older and I had the biggest boner
ever.
Made me proud in a way.
So this is what I was gonna look like when I grew up and became a man!
I heard my mom walking down the hall outside my bedroom, and
I panicked. She absolutely could NOT see me right now. Not
all grown up. And for sure not with a massive boner.
And that is when something bizarre happened. I
disappeared. Not completely. Just ... well ... it was
like you could see through me, sort of. When I moved, you could
just make out the outline of my body, but it was almost like one of those
lizard things that can turn the same color as the wall they're walking up.
Those chameleons. Only I could do it better. I
could really make my body almost disappear. I couldn't see myself
when I looked down at my body. I couldn't see myself in the
mirror. I was invisible, except for a ghostly outline when I
moved something like my head or my hand.
Okay. This was beyond strange, but also very
helpful in a way, because it meant I didn't have to worry about my mom walking
in and fainting when she saw me in a grown-up body with a huge boner.
And speaking of that boner, why wasn't it going down? I was
still hard as ever.
I pictured my body appearing once again, AND IT DID! I
wasn't invisible anymore. I walked back into my bedroom, squirted a lot of
lotion into my hand, and lathered it all over my huge cock. It
was really fun jerking off a big one like that. Since Jeff wouldn't
let me do this to him, I imagined that it was his cock I was jerking. I
don't know if his cock would be this big, because it was always soft when I saw
it, but it was sort of big when it was soft, so maybe it was huge too when he
got a boner. Anyway, I jerked away on my big cock and squeezed my
big balls and felt those tingles getting stronger and stronger. It
wasn't long before I felt that incredible tingly wave passing over me. A
HUGE tingly wave. Stronger than anything I'd ever felt before.
I thought I was going to fall over, it was so
strong. And when white cream started shooting out of my cock, it shocked
me. There were enormous globs of it. It went all
over my bed and floor.
I had to run into the bathroom and wet the end of a towel to
clean it all up.
And my cock stayed hard the entire time.
My mom knocked on my bedroom door. I squeaked
and went invisible.
"Don't stay up all night, Luke," she yelled through my door.
"Okay, Mom," I said. My voice was a lot deeper
than before.
"What was that?" my mom asked.
I made my voice as high as I could and said, "Okay, Mom.
Going to bed now." I guess it fooled her because she went
on to her room. I turned out the light in my bedroom and my
bathroom, then sat on the edge of my bed, trying to figure out what had
happened to me.
But I didn't get a chance to figure anything out.
My cock started twitching. Without me touching
it or anything, it leaned forward and pointed at the outside wall of my room.
I shook my head. This couldn't be happening.
I stood up and turned to face the outside wall. My cock bent
forward and pointed straight at the wall.
I turned sideways a bit. My cock leaned to the
left, trying to point around my hip at the same spot on the wall.
I turned back and my cock moved back again, still pointing
at the wall.
I walked forward until I was standing next to the wall.
My cock throbbed and tapped the wall.
"No!" I whispered. "I'm not taking you out
there."
My cock tapped the wall again, harder this time.
"I'm naked," I complained. "And I don't have
any clothes that will fit a body this big."
My cock pointed up at me and faded into invisibility. It
had a good point. Who needs clothes when you can be invisible?
I made the rest of myself invisible and then asked, "What now?"
My cock tapped the wall again. I couldn't see
it tapping the wall, but I felt it. Then, even though I knew my
cock was tapping the wall, I couldn't feel the wall with each new tap. Instead,
it seemed like my cock was going THROUGH the wall somehow. And
pulling me forward.
I reached out to put my invisible hands on the wall ... and
fell through the wall onto the outside walkway that ran next to my
bedroom. I don't how I did it. One second I was in my room. The next I was
outside our apartment, standing in the cool night air. I guess
being invisible also made it possible for me to go through walls.
I turned around and walked back into my
bedroom.
I walked backward several steps, back outside again.
Hell yeah! This was fun.
I walked down to the next apartment and walked through
the wall into their bedroom. I saw the two old people who lived
next to us on their bed, naked and kissing each other. Wrinkled
bodies, sagging body parts, and stuff that made me throw up in my mouth a
little. I turned around and ran through the wall back
outside. That was bad. Have to be careful where I
go. I DIDN'T want to see that again.
My cock started pulling to the right, tugging me towards the
stairs leading down to the ground. I didn't have much choice.
My cock was in charge. I went where it told me to go.
"Okay, okay," I told it. "Chill out, dude.
I'm coming."
My giant cock led me down the stairs, through a parking lot,
and across a street.
Yeah, it was pretty much the strangest night of my life.
One ... I could finally cum.
Two ... cumming turned me into a grown up man with an enormous boner that never goes down.
Three ... I can make myself almost invisible and walk through walls.
And four ... my cock tells me where I need to go next.
I thought it couldn't get any stranger, but I was wrong.
The end of CUMELEON, Chapter
One