CUMELEON
By Wes
Leigh
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Jeff waved me over to his place the next weekend. "You
need to learn to use your super powers," he explained to me.
"Coolio," I replied, excited at a chance to finally
understand how everything worked.
"I'm going to teach you like all the Cumeleons throughout history
learned to use their powers."
"Nice! Sort of like superhero basic training,
right?"
"Well, I guess you could call it that," Jeff admitted as he
walked me into his apartment and closed the door behind us. "The
important thing is you know what your powers are and how they work, so that the
next time you need to use them, you'll know what to do."
"Hey, I'm down! So how do we begin?"
"First, we need you to transform into the Cumeleon."
I started grinning when I heard that. I had a
pretty good idea what that meant, because there was only one thing that turned
me into the Cumeleon ... busting a nut.
Jeff could tell what I was thinking and had to smile too.
He knelt down in front of me and started unfastening my jeans. I
tried to help him, but he pushed my hands away. "I'll take care
of your pants," he said. "You take off your shirt."
I quickly yanked my tee-shirt off and threw it on the couch
behind me, then watched as Jeff pulled my pants and undies off. He
pushed me playfully back onto the couch with my pants around my ankles, then
tugged my shoes and socks off before pulling off the rest of my clothes. I
sat there naked, with my boner pointing at my chin. Jeff smiled
and said, "Someone's ready."
I nodded. "I'm afraid to jack off, `cause I know what'll happen if I do, so I have a boner
almost ALL the time!"
He shrugged. "If it ever happens unexpectedly,
just use your Cumeleon powers to come to my place. I'll help you
turn back into Luke. Then you can sneak back into your apartment."
"What if it's the middle of the day?"
"Keep an extra set of clothes here. Just in
case."
I nodded again. "Good idea." I
looked down at my boner and nodded my head at Jeff.
He grinned and leaned over my lap, pulling my boner toward
his mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Jeff
sucking my dick. Didn't last that long. It felt
great, and like I'd said, I hadn't been jacking off for a couple of days.
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It was strange turning into the Cumeleon with my eyes closed
and my dick inside Jeff's mouth. I was focused on my boner and
the way it felt when Jeff's tongue flicked all over the end as he bobbed up and
down. As the tingles started deep down inside my balls, I knew I
was gonna spew any second. I arched my back and let go.
As the first shot erupted from my cock, I actually felt my
boner getting longer and thicker. I think it was the first part
of me to start growing. Then the rest of my body grew too,
stretching out on the couch underneath Jeff as my cock stretched out inside his
mouth, making him gag when it pushed down his throat. I think I
might have been holding his head down part of the time. It felt
so good, I'm not sure. So, yeah, I was probably holding his head
against my belly when I started spewing, and that meant my ten-inch-long
Cumeleon cock had nowhere to go but down his throat.
Jeff was pretty awesome about it. He didn't
complain or anything. He just swallowed hard, gagged a little
bit, and kept swallowing.
When I finally stopped shaking, I opened my eyes and saw
Jeff leaning over me with white globs of creamy stuff dripping down his chin.
"Did I do that?" I asked, slightly embarrassed.
"Yeah. And you caused this too." He pointed
down at his crotch, which was soaking wet from where he'd filled his pants with
cum. He smiled happily and added, "There's a lot of cum when
you're transforming. It can make quite a mess." He took my
tee-shirt and wiped his face.
"Hey," I objected. "Now what am I gonna wear?"
"We'll wash it while you're in training," he said, reaching
down to pull me off the couch and up to my feet.
I followed him into his laundry room and leaned against the
dryer with my huge boner waving in the air in front of me. "What's
the first lesson?" I asked.
He tossed my shirt into the washer and added some detergent.
"The first thing we're going to do is practice fading in and out."
"You mean when I go invisible?"
"You aren't really invisible, you know?"
"I'm not?"
"No. Do chameleons turn invisible?"
"Well, no, I think they just change the color of their skin
to be the same as whatever is behind them."
"Right. And that's what you're doing too."
I stopped Jeff right there. "I thought you
said this all got started back in ancient times when some Greek goddess gave a
boy the Cumeleon powers."
"Yes. That's right."
"But that's all just mythology, ain't it?"
"Is it?" he asked.
"Ah, come on, Jeff. Are you telling me that's
what really happened? Aphrodite gave a boy the powers of the
chameleon so he could rescue his lover?"
Jeff shrugged. "All I know is what I've been
told, Luke. Is there a grain of truth in every myth? Is
it possible that there are mysteries in this world that can't be explained any
other way? Sure, most of the Greek myths sound like a primitive
explanation for how things work in the natural world. But maybe
some of those explanations hide a deeper mystery. Maybe the
Cumeleon's abilities really do match up with the chameleon for supernatural
reasons."
I frowned as I thought about what Jeff was telling me.
My boner stared up at me, waiting for me. Jeff waited
too. They were both so irritating. Finally, I
sighed and said, "Okay, I don't need to know how it all started. I
just need to know how to use my powers."
Jeff smiled and put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it.
My boner tapped me on the stomach and rubbed from side to side, like a
cat rubbing against you. I guess they were both happy with me.
Jeff had me stand against the wall and said, "A chameleon
has several natural abilities, but the one everyone knows best is the ability
to match the colors of the background so he blends in. You can do
the same, but you do it much better. You do it so well that
you're mostly invisible. The only way someone can see you is if
you move quickly, then they'll see a slight blurring in your outline. Try
it."
I concentrated for a minute. Blip. I
was invisible. Correction. I was totally blended in
with the wall behind me.
Jeff smiled really big. "Move your arm up and
down."
I did. There was a slight blur where my arm
was.
"Now stand completely still."
I did that too. Even I couldn't see myself.
I saw a bit of a ripple in front of me, when my cock jumped up and
down. Silly thing thought this was fun or something.
Jeff pointed right at me. "I know where you're
standing, but I can't see you. All I can see is the wall behind
you."
"So my skin is now the color of
whatever is behind me?"
"Not quite," Jeff replied. "How do our eyes
work?"
"Huh?" I said, quite intelligently.
"Come on, Luke. They taught you this is
science. How do your eyes actually see?"
"Ummm ... oh yeah! The light in the room bounces
off stuff and into our eyes and our brain tells us what we're seeing."
"Exactly. Light is reflecting off everything
all the time. The light comes to my eyes and my brain tells me
what the reflections mean. But when the Cumeleon is standing
between me and the wall, something special happens."
I made myself reappear. "What is it?"
He pointed at my naked body. "Your Cumeleon
body has the ability to bend the light rays around you and send them on their
way as if they've passed right through you. So
I'm actually seeing through you, in a way."
"COOLIO!" I exclaimed.
Jeff grabbed my hand and said, "Make your hand disappear,
Luke."
Blip. I did.
He tapped my now invisible hand. "Light rays
are touching your skin and then sliding around to the other side and continuing
on as if your hand wasn't in the way. But light isn't the only
thing that can go around your skin."
I nodded my head. "You're talking about going
through walls and stuff?"
He replied. "Exactly. It's
easier to make light bend around you. You just concentrate on
being invisible and ... bingo ... it happens. But if you focus a
little longer, you can make the molecules of solid objects bend around you and
allow you to pass through."
"That sounds dangerous."
Jeff shrugged. "It never was for me. Or
for any of the Cumeleons before me. It's a natural ability we've
all had, and it comes in handy when you run into locked doors."
"That's for sure," I said with a smile.
"Let's practice," Jeff replied.
And for the next hour, he had me disappearing and re-appearing,
walking through walls, and moving things while my hand was invisible. It
turns out I didn't have to become visible to make things move. I
could keep myself invisible and still move things around, but it was hard to do
and took all my concentration. Jeff told me it would get easier
the more I practiced, but there were other powers I needed to learn too.
After we had a break for lunch.
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Funny thing. In my bigger, adult-sized body, I
could still eat a large pizza all by myself.
After Jeff and I finished eating, he said, "One of the other
abilities of a chameleon ... one few people know about ... is their ability to move
their eyes in completely different directions and see all around them."
I wrinkled my nose. "I don't want to move my
eyes in different directions."
He bopped me on the back of the head. "Your
eyes don't actually move, silly. But you can sense what is going
on all around you using your Cumeleon powers." He motioned for me
to follow him into the living room and had me stand in front of the couch.
He took a long strip of cloth and wrapped it around my head
like a blindfold. As he tugged it tight, he asked me, "Can you
see anything?"
I shook my head. "Nope."
He started to smack me in the back of the head. I
dodged. "Hey! Why'd you try to hit me?"
"How did you know I was slapping at the back of your head?"
I started to answer, but I didn't know what to say.
"Something told you, right?" He moved to the
side and kicked at my shin. I jumped back. I don't
know how I saw him kicking at my leg. I just did.
I smiled and exclaimed, "This is so SICK! Do
something else!"
He poked and kicked and punched at me, and I was able to
block everything. Even when he was standing behind me.
He stopped and said, "Your eyes are covered, but you can
still tell when I'm trying to hit you. Do you know how you're
doing it?"
I shook my head. "No idea."
He reached out and I saw him grab my cock. He
squeezed it once. "Your cock told you."
"What? You're kidding, right?"
"Nope. Your cock isn't blind-folded right now."
He picked up a pair of his own shorts and held them at my feet. "Step
in to these," he instructed.
Even with the blindfold on, I could see him holding the
shorts in front of me. I put my feet into the shorts and he
pulled them up my legs. When they slipped over my cock, suddenly
everything went dark.
"Hey! I can't see," I objected.
"Wrong," Jeff replied. "Your cock can't see,
so you're both blindfolded now."
"This is weird," I said.
I felt the shorts yanked down and could see again. I
saw Jeff standing behind me, working the shorts down my legs to the
ground. He tapped my calf, so I stepped out of the shorts and
turned to face him. "Okay, Jeff. I believe you, but
I don't get it. My cock is telling me what it sees, even when
you're standing behind me?"
Jeff frowned. "It's not exactly like that.
I don't think your cock actually sees anything, but it can sense
what is going on all around you, and somehow it tells your brain, just like
your eyes tell your brain what they see. You don't have to
understand how it works. Just know that your cock will tell you
everything it thinks you need to know. As long as you aren't
wearing pants, that is."
I grabbed my cock and gave it a few gentle strokes. "Good
boy," I said with a grin. "We're never gonna cover you up."
Jeff smiled at me. "Stay here. Facing
that wall." He walked behind me and I saw him walk out of
the room. A minute later, he said, "I'm going to throw a baseball
at you, but I won't tell you when I'm doing it. I want you to
wait and turn around and catch it in mid-air. Got that?"
"But ... how am I going to do that?"
"Luke ... trust the Cock."
I giggled. "You sound like Obi-wan Kenobi." I
made my voice as low and rumbly as I could. "Luke, trust the
Force." I giggled again.
"Just do it," he said, laughing.
"Okay. Okay. I'll trust the
Cock." Suddenly—I don't know how—suddenly I sensed a baseball flying
through the air at my back. I spun around and caught it. Smack.
I reached up and pulled off the blindfold, staring in astonishment at
the baseball in my fist.
Jeff was standing in the hallway, smiling. "Your
cock is your best friend. Trust it."
I looked down. My cock was bobbing up and down
and side to side, all happy with itself. I rubbed it. "What
else can you do?" I asked it.
"Funny you should ask that question," Jeff said, as he
walked into the room. He waved me over to the couch and we sat
down next to each other.
"As the Cumeleon, your greatest super power is your Cum." He
said that in a way that made it clear he was capitalizing the C in Cum for a
reason. "Your Cum can be used for good
or evil. You need to remember that, and always use your Cum to
help others, never to harm."
I had to grin. "So I
can rescue cats stuck in a tree or what?"
He punched my thigh. "I'm serious, Luke.
Your Cum is powerful. While you
are the Cumeleon, you can squirt an endless supply of Cum. Whoever
it touches will immediately be incapacitated with a powerful orgasm. You
can control how strong the orgasm is. It's like your other
powers. You just tell your cock what you want. Give
them a mild orgasm. Give them a strong orgasm that makes them fall
over, panting for air. Or knock them off their feet and orgasm
until they pass out. You decide."
I guess my eyes were wide in disbelief.
Jeff just nodded and said, "Let's try it."
He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes, standing
naked in front of me. Holding his underwear in front of his
cock—it was slightly chunky, not fully hard, but I thought it was a pretty
awesome cock still—Jeff nodded at me and said, "Think about me having a mild
orgasm, just to feel good, then point your cock at me and squeeze your balls at
the same time."
I looked down at my cock and whispered, "Okay, big boy.
Make Luke's daddy feel good!" I pointed my cock at Jeff, squeezed my balls,
and watched as a big glob of cum squirted through the air and hit Jeff in the
chest.
Almost immediately, he shook and his cock jumped to a full
erection, and he began spewing cum into the underwear he was holding. He
held his breath the entire time, then blew it out. "That was a
good one, Luke."
He wiped off the cum and took a deep breath. "Okay.
Again. This time, think about me having the best orgasm
of my life."
"But you just came," I said. "Don't you need
to wait five minutes or something."
He shook his head. "I probably should wait,
but I think it will be okay. Go ahead. Do what I
said."
I shrugged and looked down at my cock. "Give
him another one," I said, "only this time, make his teeth clatter!"
My cock throbbed and swelled. A big glob of
cum launched straight at Jeff. When it hit him, he fell back onto
the couch, gripping the cushions in his fist while his cock stiffened up and
launched huge splashes of cum all over his stomach and chest. His
jaws were clinched and his eyes squeezed shut. His orgasm went on
and on and on.
I admit I got a little scared. "Are you okay,
Jeff?" I asked.
He nodded, gasping for breath. When he could
finally speak, he gulped and said, "Wow. Let's not do that again.
At least, not for another five minutes." He grinned at
me.
I sat down beside him and started cleaning the cum off his
belly.
"Think of that as a stage 5 orgasm," Jeff said, taking deep
breaths. "You can ask your cock for stronger Cum that will
actually knock a person out. I recommend you only use that when you're
dealing with dangerous people you need to take out right away."
I found a big splatter of cum on Jeff's shoulder and wiped
it up. "Got it. Use with caution. Dangerous
weapon." I squeezed my cock, shocked at what I'd just done to my
best friend and lover. "You gonna be
okay?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yeah. I don't think
I want to practice that power again. Just know you have it
available if you need it."
"Okay," I replied. "Are there any other
superpowers I have?"
"Isn't that enough?" Jeff asked with a laugh.
I chuckled. "I suppose it is."
He pulled me against him and hugged me. "You
have great power. With great power comes great responsibility."
I nodded. "I guess. Is that
something your dad told you when he taught you about your powers."
"Nah," Jeff replied. "I heard it in a
Spiderman movie."
I looked at Jeff. He looked at me. We
both started laughing.
"I think I have it on DVD if you want to watch it. Those
idiots in Hollywood have no idea what it's really like to be a superhero, but
they do come up with great lines every now and then."
We laughed again and spent the rest of the day watching
movies in Jeff's apartment.
Just before my mom was supposed to get home from work, Jeff gently
made love to me, kissing me as I transformed back into a boy with Jeff's cock
inside my butt. Then we cleaned up and he helped me get dressed before sending
me home.
The end of CUMELEON, Chapter Six