CUMELEON
By Wes
Leigh
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My enormous cock pulled me across the street. There
weren't many cars out, since it was getting close to midnight, so I jumped when
a car turned a corner and its lights shined on me. I tried to
cover my cock, and then I realized I was still invisible, so I didn't have to
cover up. That's when I did a little dance in the middle of the
street, swinging my cock from side to side and laughing.
Oops. I had to jump out of the way so the car
didn't hit me. I don't know if being invisible means I'll pass
through a speeding car, but I ain't about to find out by standing there and
letting it run through me.
My cock twitched again and pointed at a dark building.
It was some kind of shop with a tall fence all around it.
"No way," I whispered. "I ain't going in there."
My cock jumped and pointed at the building again.
"No," I said. "There's probably burglar alarms
and maybe dogs."
My cock jumped and yanked me forward one step.
"Cut that out," I said. "I told you I'm not
going in there. I'm going back to my room and try to figure out
how to get back in my old body."
My cock pointed straight up at me. It
throbbed. Then it sort of drooped down a
little, which is hard to describe, because it was still super hard, but it
still managed to sag over and mope.
I shook my head. I couldn't believe I was
letting my cock tell me what to do. "Fine," I hissed, "but there
better be a good reason for this."
My cock stuck straight up and bounced a little. It
pulled forward, leading me toward the tall fence around the shop.
I looked for a gate or a way to climb over the fence. There
was a gate, but it was locked. I tried sticking my toes in the
gaps of the fence to climb up it, but my foot passed right through. I
snickered. What was I thinking? I didn't have to
climb the fence when I could walk right through it, and so I did.
My cock pointed at the right side of the shop. I
walked over there and saw a light was shining inside, but heavy curtains
covered the window, so I couldn't see in. I pushed my head
through the wall and looked around. It was a dusty room with an
old couch and a scratched-up table. The table was covered with
magazines with pictures of naked guys. There was a cardboard
pizza box in the floor, empty. Mostly empty beer bottles were
scattered all over the place. And lying on the couch, with his
hands tied behind his back and a filthy rag gagging his mouth, was a naked boy.
He was probably my age. He didn't have much hair around
his cock, and it wasn't very big. In fact, it was shriveled down
and hiding. The kid was shaking and his face was wet from tears.
A big dude came into the room holding a cell phone. He
pointed it at the boy and took a picture, then he laughed and said, "Cry some
more. The customers like it when the boy is scared." The
big guy leaned over the boy and grabbed his little cock and started fondling
it. "But show a little more dick, kid. I want at
least one or two boner shots."
The boy started wiggling, but he couldn't move far and he certainly
couldn't get away from the big guy who was squeezing his dick. When
the boy's dick didn't get hard right away, the man reached back and slapped the
boy hard across the face. "I told you to get hard, you stupid
little fuck!"
I'd seen enough. I ran at the man and swung my
fist at the side of his face, but my hand passed right through him and
out the back side of his head.
He must have felt something, because he jumped and spun
around, searching the room.
I swung my other fist. Whoosh! In
one side of his head and out the other.
He jerked and looked behind him, then backed up against a
wall.
Okay. So I couldn't
hit him. But ...
I charged him and passed through him and through the
wall behind him. I was in a workshop now. Machines
all around. That didn't work.
But I grinned and made my body appear again. If I couldn't
hit him while I was invisible, maybe I could scare him while I wasn't
invisible. I picked up some wrenches I found on a bench and threw
them across the room. They crashed into some kind of machine and
clattered to the floor. I heard the man yell and start stomping
toward the room I was in.
Blip. I disappeared again.
A door opened and the man stuck his head through, looking
around. He felt along the wall and flipped a light switch. The
lights above us flickered and flashed and finally lit up the room. When
he didn't see anything, he slowly crept into the room and looked all around.
"Must have been a cat," he muttered. He turned and walked
out of the room, turning off the light and closing the door behind him.
Blap. I made myself
visible.
I grabbed a long pipe off the floor and started smashing it
against the nearest machine, some kind of drill thing. Pieces of
the machine started breaking off and flying in every direction. This
was really fun!
Blip. I disappeared and the pipe fell through
my hands and clattered to the floor.
The door smashed open and the man ran inside the room
holding a flashlight and a gun.
Yikes. I wasn't expecting a gun. But
maybe I had nothing to worry about, as long as I stayed invisible.
The man shined the flashlight all over the room. "Whoever
the fuck is in here, you're gonna wish you never
messed with me!" he shouted.
I waited, silently. He moved slowly into the
room, walking past me and finding the damaged machine with the pipe on the
ground. "What the fuck?" he muttered.
He turned his back to me. I knelt down and
made my hand ... Blap ... appear. I picked
up the pipe and threw it across the room. Blip.
He spun and directed the light in the corner where the pipe
was still bouncing around. He twisted back and looked at the
floor where the pipe had been. Back and forth, he moved the
light, checking the floor, checking the pipe across the room, checking all
around for someone, for something that had made the pipe fly from one side of
the room to the other. Then he sort of
squeaked and ran out of the room. A few minutes later, I heard a
car start up and peel out, throwing gravel as it sped away.
I walked through the wall, back to where the boy was.
He was still shaking, looking around and trying to figure out what was
going on.
I blapped and made myself appear.
His eyes got really big. He looked down at my naked body
and ten-inch boner. His eyes got HUGE.
I leaned down and pulled the gag out of his mouth. Then
I reached behind him and tugged on the ropes tied around his hands. They
were knotted and impossible to get off.
"Hang on. I'll be right back," I said.
I disappeared and walked into the shop. Searching
around, I found a box cutter on one of the benches. I opened the
door to the shop and walked down a hallway, then found the room where the boy
was sitting on the couch, no longer crying. He lifted his arms
slightly, offering the knotted ropes for me to cut. I sawed
through the ropes, being careful not to cut the boy.
"Aren't you surprised to see a naked man appear out of thin
air?" I asked as I cut the ropes.
His voice cracked. "A little. I
didn't think it would work."
I managed to cut through a rope and the entire knotted mess
fell away, setting him free.
"You didn't think it would work? That what
would work?" I asked.
He began rubbing his red wrists. "You know ...
saying the name three times."
I was really confused. "What name?"
"Cumeleon," he replied.
"Huh?" I said, rather stupidly. Meanwhile, my
cock jumped and started throbbing.
The boy looked down at my enormous boner. He
grinned a little. "It's an urban legend," he said, unable to take
his eyes off my massive cock. And my cock seemed to like him.
It kept leaning over and pointing at him. He reached over
tentatively and stroked my cock. It throbbed and leaked a little
on his hand. "You've heard the story," he insisted.
I shook my head. "I don't know what you're
talking about."
He slid his thumb through the slippery goo oozing out of my
cock and rubbed it all over the end of my cock. It vibrated contentedly.
"It's the legend of the Cumeleon," he
explained.
"The Chameleon? Like a lizard?" I asked.
"No. Not Chameleon. Cumeleon. He
can blend in, just like a chameleon, only better. He has a huge
cock that never gets soft, and he can make gallons and gallons of cum anytime
he wants. But he uses his cum for good, not evil. Whenever
a boy is in trouble, all you gotta do is say the Cumeleon's name three times, and the Cumeleon
will hear and come to your rescue. That's what I did. I
said, `Cumeleon. Cumeleon. Cumeleon.' And you came and you made that bastard run away,
and you rescued me."
And with that, my cock squirted all over the boy's hand.
He looked down at his hand where my creamy splooge was dripping down. His eyes got wide
and he started gasping, then he came too, squirting all over his own stomach.
When he could breathe normally, he laughed and wiped off my cum onto the nasty old couch. "Can you take
me home now?" the boy asked.
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So we found the boy's clothes and
he got dressed, then I disappeared and followed him back to his house. As
he was going inside, he turned to me and said, "Thanks, Cumeleon.
I won't ever do something that stupid again. I learned my
lesson." Then he grinned bashfully and added, "But it's nice to know a guy can
get help from the Cumeleon when he gets in over his
head." He gave a little wave and went inside his house.
I was invisible, so he couldn't see me wave back.
I walked slowly down the street, trying to wrap my head
around the crazy night I'd just had. Apparently, I was some sort
of superhero. With superpowers.
I couldn't fly through the air, but I could walk through
walls.
I couldn't stop a speeding train, but I could cum over and
over.
I didn't have a tingling in my head to warn me of danger,
but I had a tingling in my cock to tell me when I was needed by boys in
trouble.
And I didn't have some bright light in the sky that the police
could use to call me when my special services were required. Nope.
I just had to have my superhero name repeated three times and my cock
and I would spring into action.
Weird.
And what's worse, me and my big naked boner were now
wandering the streets late at night and I had school in the morning. I
wasn't sure how that was going to work.
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There was only one place I could go. One
person I could talk to. Jeff.
I walked through his front door and into his living
room. The lights were off of course. It was after
midnight and he was probably asleep in his room.
I walked down the hallway and found his bedroom door open.
Jeff was in bed. Asleep.
I blapped and made myself visible.
I sat on the edge of his bed.
He opened his eyes and looked at me. He sighed
and asked, "So it finally happened, huh?"
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Jeff wasn't shocked at all to see me in my adult body with
my gigantic boner. He also wasn't surprised by the story I told,
of how I used my superpowers to rescue a boy in trouble. He
nodded his head when I talked about the urban legend of the Cumeleon.
He'd heard the legend too, I guess.
When I finished, I sighed and said, "So now I don't know
what to do, Jeff. I'm a grown ass man with a cock that won't get
soft, no matter how many times I cum. And I have to be at school
in five hours."
Jeff put his hand over mine and squeezed it gently. "Luke,
it's going to be okay. I promise."
"How can you say that?" I asked. "This ..." I
pointed at my enormous hard-on. "... this is not okay!"
Jeff put his arms around my shoulders and hugged me. It
felt kind of funny, with my body being all grown up and everything. And
with me being naked. And with me having a boner. But
I leaned into Jeff and let him hold me. It worked. I
relaxed.
"There's more to the legend that you haven't heard, Luke.
The Cumeleon can return to his boy body with
a little help."
"Yeah? What kind of help."
Jeff sighed. "He has to ..." Another deep sigh.
"... be loved by another man."
"Loved? That's it?" I asked.
"Well ... it has to be ... anal love."
I pulled back and looked at Jeff, my mouth hanging open.
"You mean I have to butt fuck someone?"
Jeff shook his head. "No. Actually,
you have to be the one getting fucked." He grunted and added,
"And can we stop saying that word."
"What word?"
"Fucked."
I shrugged. "Okay."
Jeff sighed. "You have to be loved. You
need a man to love you, to hold you in his arms and slide his cock inside you
and love you until you both cum. Not fuck. Make
love. There's a difference, Luke."
"What will that do?"
"It will change you back into a twelve-year-old boy."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "So ...
let me get this straight. If I want to be a boy again, I have to
find a man who will fu—, I mean, who will make love to me, and when we both
cum, I'll turn back into a boy."
"Yes," Jeff replied.
"This is impossible," I said.
"Why?"
"Where am I going to find a guy who will stick his cock in
my butt and love me and not freak out when I turn back into a boy with his cock
in my ass?"
Jeff bowed his head and closed his eyes in resignation.
"I'll do it, Luke."
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So he did.
He took his time, putting a lot of lube
inside me and opening me up with his fingers first. When he
pushed his cock inside (and it was as big as I thought it would
be), he went very slow and gave me lots of time to get used to having that huge
thing pushing inside me.
When he was all the way in, he bent down and kissed the back
of my neck. My body felt so warm and full and tingly. It
was the best feeling ever.
He began thrusting in and out, slowly at first, then
speeding up gradually.
He reached around and slowly stroked my cock at the same
time.
I've never felt so good.
And when he came, he held my body with one arm and jerked my
cock with his free hand. I came too, squirting all over the
floor. He kissed my neck tenderly and whispered, "I love you,
Luke."
A wave of intense pleasure rolled over my body. I
shook and began shrinking. Jeff held me tight until my body was
back to it's old, skinny, twelve-year-old self, with Jeff's big cock still deep
inside me.
He kissed my back tenderly. "You okay?" he asked.
I nodded. "Never better," I replied. And
that's the last thing I remember.
The end of CUMELEON, Chapter Two