CUMELEON
By Wes
Leigh
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March 15
I took a few days to think it all over and decided that I'm
kind of pissed at Jeff.
He's my freaking dad! That's a big thing, and
he NEVER TOLD ME! All these years, I wanted a dad and I even
pictured him as my dad. We did father/son stuff together. We sat
on his couch and talked. He answered all my sex questions. All
the kinds of things a dad should do for his son, and I ate it up. But
he really is my dad, only he didn't tell me. That
sucks!
Okay. Yeah, I suppose that would have been
kind of impossible for him to tell me, but I can't help feeling pissed off that
he kept it a secret from me.
I don't know. Maybe when we were making pizza
one night, he could have dropped a clue or something. "You want
pepperoni on the pizza?" he could have asked. "Oh, and I'm your
father by the way. Sausage too?" Something like
that.
Who am I kidding?
There's no way Jeff could have told me. I
would never have believed him, so maybe I'm being a jerk by being mad at him.
I guess I just need more time to get used to the idea that
he's my dad in real life, but also my best friend who stuck his big cock inside
me a few nights ago and made love to me so good that I passed out. Yeah,
I need lots more time to think all that over.
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March 16
It would have been nice to have extra time to get used to
the idea that I'm really a superhero, but the very next night, it happened
again.
This time, I wasn't having a super sexy dream about Jeff.
Instead, I was doing what I always do on a Friday night. I
was watching a movie in my room with my door locked. I wasn't
actually watching the movie. I'd seen it before, and I only had
it on to make noise so my mom wouldn't hear me doing the really IMPORTANT stuff
... jacking off. I had my lotion by my bed and a towel this time, `cause I was pretty sure I could
squirt now, so I wanted to catch whatever came out of my dick ... I mean, my
cock, `cause I'm a man now and I can squirt, so I was
going to squirt real cum out of my COCK onto the towel. That was
my plan, anyway.
Instead ...
I was just getting all excited with tingles running up and
down my legs. You know the kind of tingles I'm talking about.
They felt so good I stretched my legs and pointed my toes and arched my
back a little. Then, before I could squirt on my towel, my body
started growing bigger and bigger, and my cock swelled up and got longer and
thicker. That was when I knew I was turning into the Cumeleon again. Yep, in seconds I was stretched out on my
boy-sized bed in my adult-sized body with my adult-sized cock.
I kept jacking away.
I mean, when it's feeling good like that, you don't wanna stop. So I
kept jacking off my grown-up ten-inch-long Cumeleon
cock until it squirted all over the place. On my stomach and
chest. Above my head all over the bed and wall. On
my blanket. On the floor next to my bed. It went
everywhere.
Ten minutes later, I had pretty much cleaned up all the
sticky goo when my cock (which was still hard, of course) started tugging me
toward the outside wall.
Not again, I thought to myself.
I turned the sound up a little. Not too much.
Didn't want Mom yelling at me to turn it down, but I also didn't want
her to wonder why she couldn't hear me anymore, because I was headed out for
the night to be a superhero.
I made myself invisible and walked through the wall
and stood on the walkway, looking around. It wasn't that late.
Maybe ten o'clock. And it was a Friday night, so there was
a group of teenagers hanging out on the grass in front of our apartment. They
were talking and laughing.
I was on the second floor and there wasn't much light to see
by, but I stayed invisible anyway. Didn't want them to see a
naked man with the biggest boner ever, walking around the outside of the
apartments. That might be a problem.
Speaking of boners, mine was tugging me toward the stairs
again. I knew what that meant. I followed my cock
and it pulled me down the stairs and around to the back of the apartments.
Across an empty field. Past a dark school. Into
an alley behind some closed stores. Out the other side of the
alley and onto a street. Down the street and around the corner to
a park.
In the middle of the park, I heard laughter. I
snuck up (don't know why I was sneaking `cause
I was invisible) and found three older teens laughing really hard and shoving a
younger boy back and forth between them. The older boys sounded
drunk, and one of them still held a bottle in his hands. They
tried to get the younger boy to drink from the bottle, but he spit it out,
which made them laugh even harder.
"Thought you wanted to party," one of the teenagers said,
laughing.
"Yeah!" one of the other teens said, in a mean way. "You said you would do whatever we wanted if we got you some
booze. Now you don't want any?"
The first teenager grabbed the younger boy and held him.
"You still have to suck our cocks, you little shit. We
went to a lot of trouble sneaking booze out my dad's liquor cabinet, and you
can drink some or not. But you're still sucking our cocks."
The second boy laughed and started unbuckling his belt.
"Yeah. Little fag like you will probably like it even if
you ain't drunk. Suck this big cock, faggot."
I crept up behind the kid who was pulling his pants down and
crouched over a little. Then I made myself visible, shoved him in
the back really hard, then disappeared again.
He crashed into the others and they all fell down in a heap.
There was a lot of yelling and shouting. Saying
stuff like, "What the fuck, man?" and "Why'd you do that?" and "Someone pushed
me!" and "You're full of shit—you fell down because you're drunk off your ass."
I tried not to laugh. I was invisible, not
inaudible. (I had to look up that word. Who knew
that being a superhero would expand your vocabulary?)
The teens pushed and shoved on each other until they got back
up again. This time, two of them held the young boy by the arms
and forced him to kneel down in the grass while the third guy, the one with his
pants down around his ankles, scooted up in front of him, wiggling his boner in
the boy's face.
"Suck it," he demanded.
The boy shook his head and clamped his mouth shut.
"I said suck it!" the teenager shouted, pulling his hand
back to slap the boy.
I knelt down behind the mean teenager and made my hands
visible. I grabbed his pants and yanked them hard, pulling them
towards me. He lurched forward and fell into the other two teens.
They yelled and shouted more and even started punching each
other. In all the confusion, I grabbed the boy's hand with my
still-visible hand and pulled him away from them. I kept pulling,
leading him away as the teenagers really started punching each other.
When I had the boy well away from them, I made the rest of
my body appear. He gasped and looked down at my boner. "The
Cumeleon IS real!" he said.
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"Yeah. I'm real," I admitted.
"And really HUGE!" he said, staring at my cock.
I think I may have blushed. That wasn't
something I heard boys saying when they looked at my cock. I
guess I'll have to get used to it. Just like I'm getting used to
the idea of being a superhero.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He nodded. "Just scared. But you
saved me, so now I'm okay."
"What was going on back there?" I asked.
He frowned. "Stupid stuff. My
own fault."
I waited. I could tell he was embarrassed, so I gave him
time to explain himself.
He took a deep breath and continued, "Those guys live in my
neighborhood. They always tease me and say I'm too young to party
with them, but tonight, they said I could party with them if I would do
whatever they wanted. I figured they were just going to do some
stupid stuff like throwing rocks at street lights or something else. But
after they started drinking, they said I had to suck their cocks."
I nodded. "And you didn't want to do that."
He shook his head. "No. You don't understand.
I DID want to suck them. But not like that. Not
with them getting drunk and making me do it. They're assholes.
If they had asked me nice, I would have sucked them all. Probably
twice. I like sucking cock. But not when someone
makes me do it." He looked down at my throbbing ten-inch boner
and asked, "Can I suck yours?"
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Maybe I should have said no, but I didn't. I
might look like I'm 24, but I'm only 12. No way am I gonna pass up a chance to get my cock sucked! So I stood there and let him get with it.
Wow, it was incredible! My Cumeleon
cock was way too big for him to get it all in his mouth, so he licked it all
over at first, then spent a lot of time sucking on the end while jacking me
off. It was amazing!
I wondered what it would feel like if he did that while I
was twelve. My cock would be smaller and he could put the whole
thing in his mouth. I bet that would feel even better, but how
would I explain growing into the Cumeleon in the
middle of a blowjob. Yeah, that would be a mess. He's
sucking my little twelve-year-old cock and—all of a sudden, BAM!—I'm
a grown man with a huge cock inside his mouth!
That would be really hard to explain. Not to
mention giving away my super status.
This must be how Superman feels. Got to keep
your true identity a secret when you're a superhero.
So I let this boy suck my Cumeleon cock, and something crazy happened when I began
busting a nut. It exploded into his mouth and he tried his best
to swallow it. But when the first blast of juice hit his throat,
his eyes got REALLY big and he started shaking and I could tell he was having
an orgasm too. I actually made him JIZZ in his PANTS. It
was great! While his body was quivering and trembling, he was
licking up all my cum. There was a lot of it, just like before,
but he cleaned it off my cock and even licked some off his hand. He
said he really liked the taste of it. That it was sort of sweet
and salty at the same time. I guess I'll have to taste some myself
next time.
After he finished, I was still hard. No
surprise there.
He asked me if I wanted him to do it again.
I said no, and I asked him if he wanted me to suck his dick.
He blushed and pointed at the wet spot in his pants. "Too
late for that," he said. "I think I better go home now."
So I walked home with him, to be sure
those other kids left him alone. When we got to his house, I told
him to be more careful from now on. He smiled at me and said he
would, but if he got into trouble, he knew how to call me to come rescue him.
Then he winked at me and looked down at my cock.
I almost let him suck me again, but I went invisible
instead.
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And I went to Jeff's apartment.
He was home, watching a movie.
I walked through the wall and stood next to his couch.
I made myself visible and said, "Jeff, we need to talk."
Jeff patted the couch next to him.
I fell down, exhausted, and snuggled up against Jeff, which
still felt odd to me because I was just as big as him. He put his
arm around me and hugged me anyway. That felt really nice.
I wanted to let him hold me and hug me for the rest of the
night, without saying a word, but I knew there was a lot of stuff we needed to
get out, so I sighed and said, "I'm sorry I ran out on you the other day."
He squeezed my shoulder and said, "It's okay, Luke. I
understand."
I turned to look at him. His eyes were kind
and compassionate. I could see he really did understand. "I'm
very confused right now," I explained.
He nodded. "I was too, when I first learned
that I was the Cumeleon."
"Was it the same for you?"
He nodded again. "Pretty much. I
grew up without a dad, just like you. I became the Cumeleon one night when I was jacking off, just like you.
A good friend, who turned out to be my real father, made love to me and
turned me back into a boy ..."
"Just like me," I said, grinning.
He smiled and said, "It's pretty fucked up."
"Yeah," I agreed. "But I could get used to
it."
He didn't say anything right away, so I added, "I liked it
the last time you fuck—" I caught myself and changed it.
"... the last time you made love to me. It was nice."
Jeff hugged me a little and said, "I wish it wasn't like
this, but I don't know any other way to do it. It's how the Cumeleons have been doing it for centuries."
I shrugged. "I don't know about all that.
I just know I'm glad it's you who shares my secret and helps me become
a boy again."
"You are?" His eyes were glittering with tears.
I smiled at him and said, "Yeah. Because I
know you love me. Now would you mind helping a guy out?"
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It was just as awesome the second time.
Jeff was patient and careful. He took extra
time getting my butt to open up with that slippery gel stuff all over his
fingers. I think I liked that part almost as much as the
putting-his-cock-inside-me part. His fingers kept bumping into
something inside me that made me shake and shiver.
Then when he pushed his cock in, he went really slow and
kept pushing in a little and pulling out and pushing in a little farther until
it just plopped inside me. We both gasped. He
pushed slowly in. It was amazing.
He kissed my neck over and over and told me he loved me.
I said I loved him too and began pushing back against him.
It was great, having his cock up inside my butt. The
best feeling ever. And when he began thrusting in and out of my butt while
stroking my cock, I couldn't stop shivering. The tingles started
and never stopped.
When I came, I soaked his couch. He pulled me
back against his body, and I could tell he was coming inside me. It
was incredible.
I didn't pass out this time. I felt myself
shrinking down in his arms. He held onto me until my body was
back to its normal twelve-year-old self. Then he moved his hips
back and slid his cock out of my butt. I turned around and looked
at it. It was still mostly hard, covered in goo with creamy white
blobs still oozing out.
I grabbed some paper towels and cleaned him off, then
apologized for the mess on his couch.
He said he didn't mind and started wiping up the wet spots.
Then he took me into his bathroom, turned on the hot water,
and pulled me inside the shower with him. He washed me from head
to toe, cleaning my butt really good. He had to go inside my butt
again with his fingers. He said if he didn't, I'd be dribbling
out his cum all night, and that would be a mess. I really liked
having his fingers up in me. My cock got hard and I wanted to do
it again, but Jeff said maybe another time.
I was disappointed, but he hugged me and started shampooing
my hair. That felt amazing! Have you ever had
someone else wash your hair in a sort-of-sexy way? It's great!
When he finished my hair, he rinsed me off all over. Then
it was my turn. I washed him too, even sticking my fingers inside
his butt, although he didn't really need that part. It was mostly
just for fun.
Once we were done, we climbed out and dried each other off.
With our naked bodies wrapped in towels, we walked back to
his kitchen and made ourselves sandwiches. While we ate, we
talked some more. About school. About movies.
About all kinds of stuff.
That was when I realized that everything was going to be
okay.
I was twelve and able to squirt cum.
Squirting cum turned me into the Cumeleon.
As the Cumeleon, I was a superhero
with super powers.
My super powers made it possible for me to save boys who had
gotten themselves into stupid messes.
After saving boys, I could come to my friend Jeff who would
make love to me and turn me back into a twelve-year-old boy.
And Jeff, my friend, was also my dad, which was fucked up,
but okay. Because we could eat sandwiches and talk like a father
and son, but we could also do fun stuff together, like making love, and it was all
good.
I'm not sure what's going to happen next in my life, but for
now, I'm getting used to the idea that I'm really a superhero. And
Jeff is the reason I'm not freaking out over it.
The end of CUMELEON, Chapter Four