CUMELEON

By Wes Leigh

 

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Chapter Five, This Isn't As Easy As I Thought It Would Be, But One Thing was Easier

 

This could be a problem.

I was grabbing a book out of my locker at school when I overheard some guys talking.

"Hey, you guys. Guess what I heard?" one of them said.

"What?" the others replied.

"You know Tim Jacobs? The guy who lives over in the big, red house on the corner of Pinehurst Avenue?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Tim Jacobs said he heard Bryan Stockard talking to Mike Manning about girls they would like to boink, and Mike said Monica Nguyen has nice boobs, so he would want to do her, but she said she didn't like Mike and wouldn't date him or anything, so he could just go play with himself. Mike told her he didn't do that. She got all snooty and said she knew he did because her little brother James was playing with himself all the time."

"WHAT!"

"Oh my God, bro. Her little brother jerks his pud!?"

"Don't act all surprised, bro. You jerk your pud, too."

"I do not."

"You do too."

"How do you know?"

"What were you doing in your bathroom for twenty minutes when I slept over last weekend?"

"Just stuff."

"Yeah ... stuff like jerking your pud."

"Okay, but you do it too."

"Of course, I do. I just don't need twenty minutes to do it!"

"HAHA! Two minutes is all he needs!"

"Shut up, cocksucker!"

"You shut up! I'm not a cocksucker."

"Both of you shut up. Do you want a teacher to hear?"

"Hey ... you know who really IS a cocksucker?"

"Who?"

"Bradley Thomas."

"WHAT!"

"Yeah. Jerry Allen said Johnny Akin's big brother tried to get Bradley to suck his cock last weekend, but when Johnny's brother had his pants down and was going to make Bradley suck him, some invisible guy pulled Johnny's brother's feet out from under him so Bradley could get away."

"BULLSHIT!"

"Keep your voice down!"

"You're full of shit. An invisible man."

"Yeah. He was only invisible part of the time. When he was helping Bradley escape. But later, he was visible because Johnny's brother followed them and saw him become visible."

"Right! There ain't no such thing as an invisible man."

"Except in the movies. Then it's real."

"Right. In the movies, it's real. In real life, it ain't."

"Jerry said Johnny said his brother saw the man become visible, so it's real in real life too. Haven't you guys ever heard about the Cumeleon?"

"That ain't true. It's just a legend."

"Yeah, well, I guess the legend is real. `Cause there's a man out there who can make himself invisible any time he wants. But that ain't the best part."

"What do you mean?"

"Check it out, guys. Jerry said Johnny said his big brother saw the invisible man become visible and he had a HUGE boner. I mean, it was like a foot long."

"No way!"

"Way!"

"That's impossible."

"No, it isn't. I've seen guys that big in porn."

"Why are you watching guys on porn?"

"You have to watch guys to see girls getting fucked. DUH!"

"Guys! Guys! Shut up and listen. So the best part ... Jerry said Johnny said his brother saw the invisible guy had a huge cock and Bradley knelt down in front of him and SUCKED him!"

"WHAT!"

"Shhhhh. Yeah, Bradley sucked the invisible man's cock. Johnny's brother saw the whole thing, so that makes Bradley a cocksucker."

"Wow. I knew it."

"Yeah. I wonder if Bradley would suck my dick."

They kept talking stupid like that until the bell rang for class, then they took off. I put my book in my backpack and thought about what I should do. I didn't think anyone had seen us, but I guess they had. What if the police came and talked to Bradley? Or to Johnny's big brother? They'd seen my face and everything. This was so fucked up!

I ran for my next class, but I couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was I had only been the Cumeleon for one week and I might have already given away my identity. I had to come up with a mask or something to wear from now on. Maybe a skin-tight suit with a giant C on the chest. And a big hole in the front to let my cock stick out. It would have to stick out to show me where I needed to go. But maybe I could have a small cape in the front, like a curtain, to hide my cock when it wasn't leading me to the next boy who needed saving.

I didn't know what to do. I needed to ask Jeff for advice.

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Sitting at Jeff's table eating cookies after school, I told him all about the boys and Johnny's big brother seeing Bradley sucking my Cumeleon cock.

Jeff laughed when I told him my ideas about a costume and mask. Then he came around the table and hugged me and told me that everything was going to be okay. It wasn't like I was walking around the neighborhood during the day as the Cumeleon, and as long as I was my skinny twelve-year-old self, they'd never believe that I was the Cumeleon.

I was still scared. What if the police showed up the next time I was rescuing a boy and tried to arrest me?

Jeff messed with my hair and said, "How can the police arrest a guy who can go invisible and walk through walls?"

He had a good point.

I finished my cookies and said, "Ummm. Jeff? I, uhhh, wonder if maybe, ummmm ..."

He raised both his eyebrows. "What is it, Luke? Spit it out."

I lowered my eyes and whispered, "Could we do some stuff?"

"What kind of stuff?" he asked.

"You know. Stuff. Like we did last night. Only with my skinny twelve-year-old body."

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

I nodded. "I've wanted to do it with you for a long time. You know that."

"Yeah," he sighed, "I know. And I've been putting you off."

"Why?"

"Why have I been putting you off?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know, Luke. I guess I thought it would be wrong for me to do stuff with you."

"Because I'm twelve and you're twenty-four?"

"Well, yes, and also because I'm your dad."

I snorted. "You donated the sperm that made me. So what?"

"There's more to being a dad than that, Luke."

I felt bad then. Really bad. I put my head against Jeff's chest and started crying. "I'm sorry, Jeff. For years and years, I wanted a father and you were the only dad I had. You talked to me whenever I needed someone. You helped when I was mad or upset. I always thought it would be so nice if you really were my dad, then I found out you ARE, and now I'm just really confused."

"That I'm your father?"

"Yeah, but also that I want to do sex stuff with you. I shouldn't want that. That makes me super psycho or something, right?"

Jeff just chuckled. "You didn't know I was your dad until this week. We've been friends for a lot longer than that. You probably wanted to do sex stuff with a guy you thought was just your good friend."

"Yeah," I admitted. "I've wanted to do sex stuff with you for months and months."

He chuckled again. Not sure why he thought that was funny. Maybe to him, months and months isn't that long a time, but to a horny twelve-year-old, it's almost forever. Jeff stopped chuckling and said, "To be honest, I don't think of you as my son. I mean ... I know I `donated the sperm that made you' and all that, but I've watched you growing up and when you started hanging out with me, I really liked you ... as a friend. A young friend, who made me happy when we went swimming and made me laugh when we talked at my table and made me choke on milk when he told stupid jokes."

"I like telling stupid jokes."

"Yeah. And, Luke, when we watched movies together, that's the part I liked best."

"Because we cuddled?"

"Yep."

"I liked that part too. I like it when you hold me in your arms. I feel warm and safe and protected."

Jeff sighed and said, "I want to keep doing those things with you, Luke. Even though you've found out you're the Cumeleon and I'm your dad, I still want to be your best friend who hugs you and cuddles you."

"I want that too, Jeff. But I also want the other stuff. The stuff we've been avoiding. I want you to show me what sex is about and teach me how it works between two guys. You made love to me when I was the Cumeleon. I want you to make love to me while I'm just Luke."

He pulled me to my feet and hugged me against his chest. He rubbed the back of my neck in that way he does that makes me melt. I breathed in, loving the way Jeff smells. We hugged for a minute, then Jeff let me go and took my hand and led me to his bedroom.

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We took our time, stripping off each other's clothes.

We touched each other, watching our cocks get hard and feeling the skin sliding around on Jeff's cock and laughing at how hard my little dick was.

We weren't ashamed to be naked and hard in front of each other. He ran his hands slowly up and down my sides. I leaned in and kissed his nipples, making him laugh. We hugged each other, smashing our boners between us.

We tried kissing a little, with our tongues and everything. That was nice.

Then we stretched out on Jeff's bed and spent a long time just feeling each other, trying different things. His fingers brushing against my pucker made me shiver. My lips on his neck under his jaw made him shake.

When he lubed up my butt and put his cock inside me, he took an extra long time. He said I was tighter when I was twelve, so he didn't want to hurt me. He didn't hurt me. It was wonderful.

And when he came, he held me in his arms and kissed the back of my neck over and over.

I wanted him to stay there, with his cock inside me, but he pulled out and rolled me over onto my back. Then he sucked my cock. It was better than Bradley's blowjob. Lots better. Maybe it was because I was only twelve this time and my cock fit inside Jeff's mouth a lot easier. But I don't think that was why it was better. I think it was because it was Jeff doing it.

Of course, I came. Four or five nice squirts. And of course, I grew into the Cumeleon, making Jeff choke when my cock swelled up to ten inches long. And of course, he made love to me again, turning me back into a twelve-year-old boy.

It was wonderful.

After we finished, we took a shower together.

Then Jeff helped me with my math homework.

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Being the Cumeleon isn't as easy as I thought it would be, but one thing turned out to be far easier than I expected: becoming Jeff's lover.

 

The end of CUMELEON, Chapter Five