CUMELEON
By Wes
Leigh
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March 12
It's taken me a couple of days to get this all straight in
my head. Maybe it will help if I write about it. Maybe
it won't, but I gotta try.
After Jeff made love to me, I passed out. He
told me I scared him. At first, he thought he'd hurt me, and he
yanked his big cock out of my butt as quick as he could and checked me all
over. There was no blood or wounds or anything, but I was out
cold, so he cleaned me up and carried me back to my apartment. He
found the spare key we keep hidden behind a loose brick (how did he know about
that?) and snuck inside with me in his arms. Then he put me in my
bed, kissed me good night, and snuck back out.
When I woke up the next morning, I was still tired and had a
mild fever. Mom kept me home from school and made me stay in bed,
which I did NOT hate. I like sleeping in.
She had to leave for work a little after lunch, so she made
me promise to rest. Then she hurried out the door.
I stripped down and took a long, hot shower. My
butthole felt normal when I washed it. It wasn't all ripped up or
loose or anything I expected it would be after having Jeff's big cock stuffed
up inside there. Just thinking about that made my little boner
pop up. I rubbed it, happy to see the little guy again, and he
seemed happy to see me too, because he started tingling.
Then I stopped.
What if I squirted again? What if squirting
turned me into the Cumeleon? I didn't
want to risk that! I rinsed off the soap and finished my shower,
then got dressed and headed out the door. I needed answers to
those questions, and I hoped Jeff would be able to help me.
I knocked on Jeff's door and waited.
The door opened and Jeff took one look at me. He
sighed. He motioned for me to come inside and pointed at the
couch. We sat down and he nodded his head. "You
probably want to know how I know so much about the Cumeleon."
"You think?" I said with my usual sarcasm.
"If you give me attitude, I won't tell you a thing."
"Sorry," I said, lowering my eyes. "It's just
been a crazy night, you know?"
Jeff scooted over next to me and took me in his arms,
holding me tight. I relaxed into him and whispered, "I don't
understand any of this, Jeff. Why is this happening to me?"
Jeff hugged me gently and said, "It's your dad's fault."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, come on. Not
that crap. It's always the dad's fault when the kids are screwed
up. Everybody knows that. Tell me something I don't
know."
Jeff squeezed me hard, making me go, "Oooof."
"Are you going to keep giving me attitude?" he asked.
"No," I groaned, "now stop squishing me and tell me what you
know."
Jeff took a deep breath and said, "It started a long time
before you were born..."
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Aristomenes was a great warrior in the kingdom of Messenia,
the son of King Nicomedes and his queen Nicoteleiain.
Aristomenes refused to take a bride, claiming he could not
indulge his own desires as long as the kingdom was at war with Sparta, but the
truth was Aristomenes did not desire a bride at all, preferring instead his
young armor bearer, Damion.
(Woah! You mean they ...?)
(Just hush and listen, will you?)
Damion was twelve when he entered the service of
Aristomenes, and he took his duties very seriously, seeing to Aristomenes'
every need.
(Every need?)
(Yes, every need. Now stop giggling and listen.)
Damion accompanied Aristomenes everywhere he went, even to
war. He served food, cleaned the tent, and satisfied Aristomenes
in bed at night. As for Aristomenes, he loved Damion. He
educated the boy, protected him, and provided a role model for him. They
were very happy together, and that is why Aristomenes wasn't particularly interested
in finding a bride right away. He knew he'd eventually have to
marry to carry on the rule of Messenia, but he wasn't in a hurry to do so, and
he really was quite busy fighting against the Spartans.
It was during a great battle on the plain of Stenyclarus that Aristomenes proved his
great prowess in battle, defeating the combined armies of Sparta and Corinth.
After the battle, Damion proclaimed his undying devotion for
Aristomenes, promising to serve him forever and one day to fight by his side
and die defending him if the gods willed it.
It was a tragic prophecy ...
(What? You mean the boy died?)
(Luke, will you let me finish? Please?)
(Okay. Okay. Sorry, Jeff. I won't interrupt
anymore. Promise.)
... it was a tragic prophecy, for the following year, the Messenians
once again found themselves fighting against the Spartans, but with the
Arcadians as their allies. In the middle of the fight, the treacherous
Arcadian king Aradia withdrew his forces while
Aristomenes and the Messenians fought at the Great Trench. Without
the help of Aradia, the Messenians were defeated. Aristomenes and the survivors
retreated to the mountain stronghold of Eira, leaving scores of their fellow
warriors dead on the battlefield. The Spartans overran the Messenian
campsite and took prisoners, one of whom was young Damion, who was waiting in
Aristomenes' tent, as he had been ordered to do.
(I don't see what any of this has to do with the Cumeleon.)
(If you will give me one more minute, you will. Just
one minute. Okay?)
(Fine. Finish your story.)
The Spartans were brutal in war and even more so to captured
prisoners. It was their practice to rape all those captured—men,
women, boys and girls—to show their dominance over those they had conquered.
Young Damion was dragged into a tent by a particularly large and brutal
soldier, where the boy's robe was torn off and he was forced onto his back with
his legs pulled apart. When Damion saw the size of the soldier's
erection, he panicked. Though he'd easily taken Aristomenes on
many a night, this warrior was larger and apparently not interested in gentle
love.
Fortunately for Damion, a commotion in the camp disrupted
the warrior's plans to pillage Damion. Walking straight into the
Spartan camp was Aristomenes himself, without weapon or armor. He
offered himself in exchange for Damion, for his love of the boy was so great he
was willing to sacrifice his own life that the boy might live.
The Spartans eagerly accepted Aristomenes' offer and set
Damion free.
Damion, weeping, refused to go, insisting that he would
rather die at Aristomenes' side than live away from him, but Aristomenes
ordered the boy to flee. Damion ran stumbling from the Spartans
camp, devastated and heartbroken. With tears blinding his vision,
Damion ran senselessly, not stopping until he fell down a cliff into a pool
sacred to the goddess Aphrodite. When the water brought him to
his senses, he found a beautiful young maiden watching him.
"Why are you weeping?" she asked.
"My master has been captured, and I cannot save him," he
replied.
"Why must you save him?" the maiden inquired.
"We love each other. If he dies, I die as
well," Damion answered. "But I can do nothing to save him, for I am only a boy.
If I was a man, I would have died fighting for him."
"You have responded well," the maiden said, and she disappeared
in a flash of light.
It was then Damion realized she was no maiden but a goddess.
He climbed from the pool and found to his surprise that he was no
longer a boy, but now a full-grown man. Full-grown in every way.
With a rather large and prominent erection.
A second flash of light caught his attention. The
maiden was back, smiling coyly at his prodigious endowment. "I
grant you a boon in your quest to save your lover. I give you the
ability to hide from the sight of others. Use it wisely and save
your master."
Damion, now able to blend in with whatever environment he
found himself in, snuck back into the Spartan camp late that night, untied
Aristomenes, and helped him escape. Hours later, in the safety of
their mountain retreat, Aristomenes made love to Damion, and it was during
their passion that Damion's body returned to that of a young boy, impaled upon
the man he had rescued, and quite happy to be so.
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"Damion was the first to experience the power of the Cumeleon," Jeff said, finishing his story.
I shook my head. "If it hadn't happened to me,
I would say you're full of shit."
"Language, Luke!"
"Sorry," I replied, turning to look up at Jeff. "But
you have to admit that's a pretty wild story. Are you saying that
I have the same abilities as Damion, and that some Greek goddess has granted me
superpowers?"
"Well ... not exactly. You see, there's more to
the story. Damion continued to use his powers to help Aristomenes
and the Messenians to fight against the Spartans. For three
years, they resisted the Spartans, until one day, a beautiful woman caught
Damion's eye. Although he loved Aristomenes and enjoyed nightly
pleasure in his master's arms, the woman was quite charming. She
seduced Damion while he was in his adult body and introduced him to the
delights to be found in a woman's bed. Damion impregnated her—"
"He got her pregnant!" I exclaimed, interrupting with my eyes
wide in surprise.
"Yes. They had a boy, and Damion found that he
was no longer able to transform into the Cumeleon.
Apparently the gift of Aphrodite would only
last as long as he was devoted in love to Aristomenes. When
Damion gave his seed to a woman, he lost his powers. And without
his powers, the Messenians soon fell to the Spartans and Aristomenes was
captured again, this time with no way for Damion to set him free."
"Wow. That sucks," I said.
Jeff nodded. "Thirteen years later, Damion's
son Nikos discovered that he also had the powers of the Cumeleon.
He used those powers for many years, until he also had a son. And
so the gift of Aphrodite continued to be passed from
generation to generation, from father to son, until our present age."
I pulled away from Jeff and stared at him intently for
several seconds. I was having trouble swallowing all this. "So you're saying I'm a descendant of the very first Cumeleon? And I got these powers from my
father?"
Jeff nodded. "That's what I'm saying, Luke."
I snorted. "Cool story, bro. Only
one problem though. I don't know who my father is."
Jeff swallowed hard, then said, "Luke ... I AM
your father."
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I stared at Jeff, then my lips started quivering, and with a
loud snort, I began laughing, falling on my side and hugging myself. When
I was finally able to speak again, I looked at Jeff and smirked. "You've
been watching Star Wars, haven't you? Just couldn't resist, could
you? You should have said that with a deep voice like Darth Vader
... Luke, I AM YOUR FATHER!"
Jeff didn't laugh. He didn't even smile.
He just stared at me.
I stammered, "You are joking, aren't you? Pulling
my leg."
He shook his head from side to side. "No,
Luke. I'm your dad."
"But that's impossible," I said. "You're only
twelve years older than me. You would have been ... what? ... eleven
years old when you got my mom pregnant?"
Jeff bowed his head. "I wasn't eleven at the
time. I was in my adult Cumeleon body
when I made love to her. She got pregnant. I
changed back into a twelve-year-old boy. And that was the last
time I was able to become the Cumeleon. I
started growing up then. I couldn't exactly marry your mom.
I was twelve. She was twenty. So I stayed as close as I could, watching you grow up,
becoming your friend and mentor, keeping an eye on you until you reached the
age when you would be able to transform into the Cumeleon
and need my help understanding and using your powers."
I jumped up and ran for the door. Turning to
face Jeff, I screamed, "Does that also mean making love to me? Your
own son!?"
I ran out of his apartment and dashed back to my own place,
slamming the door behind me and rushing into my room, where I fell into my bed,
weeping uncontrollably.
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March 13
Jeff didn't pressure me. He gave me time to
think it through. I thought he'd follow me and bang on the door,
demanding that I let him in and talk to him, but he didn't. So I had plenty of time to think about everything.
First of all, I love Jeff. I realize that now.
And I want him to love me. To be my grown-up boyfriend
who teaches me all about gay sex and how much fun it can be.
But I also want Jeff to be my dad, to protect me and keep me
safe, to guide me and teach me. I've wanted that all my life, and I've been
pretending (at least to myself) that Jeff really is my dad. Now I
find out that it's true, and I don't know what to do.
I want him to be my boyfriend.
I want him to be my dad.
How can he be both?
The end of CUMELEON, Chapter Three