CUMELEON

By Wes Leigh

 

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Chapter Six, My Superhero Basic Training

 

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