CUMELEON
By Wes
Leigh
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March 20
It's been a blast learning to use my superpowers. Jeff's
been great, teaching me and helping me practice. I really like
practicing, especially when it means shooting cum. Who knew an
orgasm is the best thing a guy could ever feel?
Anyway, I'm getting used to the idea that I'm the Cumeleon. I think I understand how my powers
work, and I'm ready the next time I need to rescue a kid in trouble.
I guess everyone is behaving lately, because I haven't been
called out in the middle of the night to rescue someone as the Cumeleon. It's just been me and Jeff, hanging out and
having a great time as the Cumeleon and his dad.
Oh ... I made a new friend in school today!
His name is Matthew Brody. He just moved to
Megapolis from Guthem City. He's twelve like me.
He likes the same video games I like, which is super important if you're
going to be best friends, and I'm pretty sure we are, `cause we like each other a lot already. He
has blonde hair that falls into his eyes all the time, so he's always pushing
it out of the way. I'm glad he does, `cause he has incredible blue eyes that sparkle
whenever he smiles. And his lips are a deep red color. I
know, `cause I want to kiss
them.
Yeah, I have a little crush on Matthew.
I don't think he feels the same. At least, I
don't get that idea from him. I know I've dropped a few hints I'd
like to do stuff with him, but he doesn't seem interested. And
I've seen him peeking at girls at school, so he may be straight. I
wish he was gay, like me, but I don't care. He's turning into a
really good friend, and that's even better, `cause I have a hard time making friends and I think
he might become my best friend.
I guess it's a little early to say. We've only
known each other two weeks. But we've been hanging out after
school every day almost, and we spent all weekend together. I
even introduced him to Jeff, and we played video games at Jeff's place while
Jeff made us one of his incredible pizzas.
Afterward, Jeff told me he likes Matthew and thinks he would
be a really good friend for me.
I hope so.
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March 23
I met Matthew's grandfather. He's a really
nice man. He has blue eyes like Matthew, but his hair is silver,
not blonde. I guess `cause he's old, haha.
Anyway, he shook my hand when we met and told me I was
welcome to come over any time I wanted. Then he left me and
Matthew alone while we played games on Matthew's Xbox. After two
or three games, we were pretty hungry so Pops (that's what Matthew calls his
grandfather) asked us if we liked hamburgers.
DUH! We're twelve-year-old boys!
He took us to my favorite place to eat ... McGerald's.
I love their Massive Macs. Great hamburgers. I
usually eat four, but I didn't want Pops to think I was greedy, so I only had
three this time.
Matthew ate two, and he laughed at me while I was eating my
third. I made a face at him. We both laughed again.
Pops chuckled and said we both must have hollow legs. I
don't get that, but it must have something to do with how much food we can eat.
We had ice cream cones for dessert. My tummy was poking
out pretty far after that meal, and it made Matthew and Pops laugh really hard
when I pulled up my shirt and showed them.
I spent the night with Matthew.
Pops let us watch movies until midnight. He's pretty coolio for an old dude.
When we went to bed, Matthew slept behind me, holding me in
his arms. I could feel his dick pushing up against my butt.
He wasn't hard or anything, but I still liked having him hug me.
Definitely feeling like we're becoming best friends now.
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March 26
This is bad.
Definitely bad. Probably a disaster.
SHIT! I hope it's not that bad, but I think it
may be the worst thing possible.
Anyway, this is what happened ...
I was home yesterday, bored out of my mind. Matthew
couldn't hang out. He was doing something with Pops all day.
Jeff was working, so I couldn't hang out with him. My mom
was at work too, so I had the house all to myself, which is normally great
because it means I can get out my lotion and have a good time, but I knew Jeff
wasn't around to help me turn back into a boy, so no cumming
for me. And that meant I was bored out of my mind.
Did I say that already? Oh yeah, I did.
Anyway, while I was wandering around the kitchen, looking
for something to eat, my cock started getting hard ... I mean REALLY hard! And
throbbing. Almost like I was about to jizz
in my pants. I didn't know what to do. My mom would
be home long before Jeff, so I'd have no way to get back to my twelve-year-old
body if I became the Cumeleon.
I yanked my pants down and grabbed my cock, squeezing it as
hard as I could. "NO! You can't squirt! Not now.
I can't become the Cumeleon, so no cumming. Not right now."
My cock was beginning to swell and the end was bright
purple, peeking out at me through my foreskin. It looked ready to
explode.
Desperate, I slapped my own butt as hard as I could. It
stung like crazy, but my cock didn't care. My boner didn't go
away. If anything, I got even harder.
Then it happened. All over the kitchen floor.
As the cum shot out of my cock, I felt myself getting
taller. My body filled out and seconds later, I was the Cumeleon, looking down at my ten-inch boner, which was
looking back at me. I think it was actually happy to see me,
bouncing back and forth and dripping a slimy string of cum.
"AAARGHH! I told you, `Not now!' Why
are you doing this to me?"
My boner sagged apologetically, then straightened up and
pointed at the door.
"What? You've gotta be kidding.
You want me to go out NOW!" I grabbed a paper towel and cleaned up the
puddle of cum on the floor. When I
finished, my boner nodded up and down and pointed at the door again.
I sighed. I knew if I didn't do what it
wanted, it would just keep pestering me. I concentrated for a
moment, made myself invisible and headed for the door. Then I
remembered something.
I stopped, found a pen and paper and jotted a quick note to
my mom ... "A friend invited me to hang out for the afternoon. Hope
that's okay. I'll be back for supper. Love you, Mom!" I propped the note on the
counter and walked toward the door, focusing on sliding through it using
my Cumeleon powers.
Out on the front balcony of our second-floor apartment, I
looked around. Everything was quiet. My cock pulled
me toward the stairs. Apparently, I was needed somewhere. Some
boy must be in trouble, and he must have called for the Cumeleon's
help.
That was when I realized being a superhero can be a pain in
the ass. What I didn't know at the time was it can also be very
dangerous.
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My cock led me down the street, up several blocks, and into
the yard of a nice house.
Matthew's house.
Yep. My new best friend.
What was going on? Was Matthew in trouble?
Or was Pops? Who called for the Cumeleon,
and what was I going to do if they recognized me? I decided I'd
better stay invisible the entire time. Less risky that way.
There was a fancy new car in the drive, a Lexus. It
wasn't Pops' car. He drove an old Buick, so I figured they must
have someone visiting them.
My cock pulled me to the front door. With a
resigned sigh, I passed through the door into the entryway. Directly
ahead, I heard voices.
"How long you worked for us, Berdie? Hmmm?" It
was a rough and mean-sounding voice I'd never heard before.
"All my life, Mr. Cavuto." I recognized the second voice. It
belonged to Pops.
The first voice spoke again. "Then you know how we operate.
You know what we do when someone messes up like this."
Pops' voice seemed to quiver a little. "I
know, Mr. Cavuto. Please. Is there another way?"
The other voice was low and menacing. "You
know there isn't, Berdie. Business is business, and no one leaves
the operation like that. No one."
Pops' started begging. "Please,
Mr. Cavuto. I don't want to work for the family any longer.
Can't Matthew and I just live here, quietly. We won't
ever say anything about what goes on back in Guthem
City."
There was a chuckle, but not a funny-haha
chuckle. More like a not-gonna-happen-and-you-are-stupid-to-even-ask
chuckle. "What? And leave a loose end? You know better than that, Berdie.
The family doesn't operate that way. It would bad for business."
"Please, Mr. Cavuto. Matthew doesn't know
anything. And he won't tell anyone. He's a smart
boy. A good boy. Please don't hurt him. Please."
"Berdie, Berdie, shhhhh. Stop.
Just stop. This is gonna
happen, and you're just embarrassing yourself now."
I peeked around the corner and saw Pops kneeling down on the
floor in front of a guy dressed in a fancy suit. There were two
more guys in the room. One was standing behind Pops, holding a
gun to the back of his head. The other guy was standing in the
corner, holding Matthew. Matthew's face was covered in tears, and
he looked scared to death.
`Oh, shit!' I thought to myself. `Now what do I do?'
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Pops looked scared too, but he swallowed hard and looked up
at the man he'd been talking with. "Please. I'll do
whatever I have to do. Just spare the boy."
"There's nothing you can do," the man said, moving away from
Pops and gesturing at the man standing behind Pops.
I saw the man behind Pops tense up slightly as his finger
began to pull the trigger. I didn't know what to do. I
didn't have any time to think about it. I pointed my cock at the
guy holding the gun and blasted him with cum ... full power cum.
It hit him in the face and he blinked, startled. His
mouth fell open. He jumped back and
grabbed his crotch with one hand, then started shaking and fell to the floor,
jerking back and forth as his body twisted in the grips of the most powerful
orgasm he'd ever had.
I heard a soft popping noise and felt the air move next to
my head. I heard another pop and the window behind me shattered.
That was when I realized the guy was squeezing the trigger on his gun
while he orgasmed. The gun had a silencer on it, so all I could
hear was pop, pop, pop. But each shot hit something in the room,
breaking glass, burying a bullet in a wall, and trying to bury a bullet in
people.
I dropped down behind the couch and started crawling on my
hands and knees to get to Matthew. I peeked around the side of
the couch and saw Matthew crouching down. The guy who had been
holding Matthew was now on the floor, an ugly hole in his head and a pool of
blood spreading out beneath him. The popping noises had stopped,
so I decided the guy must be out of bullets and it was safe to stand up.
The first guy, Cavuto or whatever his name was, had fallen
on top of the orgasming guy and wrestled the gun out of his hands.
Orgasming guy was still shaking slightly, with a big wet
spot in his pants.
Pops was sitting on the floor, staring around him in shock,
but apparently unharmed.
Matthew jumped up and ran to Pops, falling into his arms,
weeping and hugging his grandfather with all his might.
Cavuto struggled to his feet, looking down at the guy on the
floor and frowning in confusion. Then he looked over at the other
guy, who looked very dead at the moment, and the big pool of blood was a pretty
good sign he was staying dead. Cavuto shook his head and looked
around the room, pointing the gun at Pops and Matthew.
"What did you do, Berdie?" he demanded.
Pops pulled Matthew's head down to his chest and hugged him
tight. "I didn't anything, Mr. Cavuto. I swear."
Cavuto looked around the room, squinting. He
darted over to where I was and looked behind the couch. Then he
stalked back to the center of the room and shouted, "Whoever's in here, come
out right now!"
I waited until he turned his back to me, then aimed my cock
carefully, thinking about the most powerful orgasm the world has ever seen, and
squirted out a huge glob of cum, striking him in the back of his head. He
spun around, trying to point his gun, but his body was already shaking and
quivering. He jerked sideways and fell down.
That was when I heard another pop. And this
time, I felt a sharp pain in my side.
The worst pain I've ever felt in my life.
Worse than the time I broke my ankle. Worse
than the time I slammed my finger in the car door. Yeah. A lot worse.
This was bad.
And the room went kind of dark and I don't know what
happened then.
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What I do know was I eventually felt something cool and wet
on my face, wiping gently across my forehead.
I tried to remember where I was and how I got here, but my
head was pounding and fuzzy, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't
figure out what was going on.
The cool wetness brushed across my face again, and now I
could see Matthew next to me, looking down at me. He held a wet
cloth in his hands and was wiping my face with it.
I felt a sharp pain in my side. VERY SHARP
PAIN. I gasped and tried to touch my side, but a hand pushed me away
and I heard Pops saying, "No. Stay still, son. Let
me bandage this."
I turned my head and saw Pops next to me, kneeling on the
floor, leaning over me. I felt his hands pushing against my side,
and it hurt like hell.
Pops stopped pushing on me, and the pain eased up a bit.
Pops blew out his breath. "It's not a bad as I thought.
The bullet only grazed you, so it bled a little, but you'll be fine
now."
I didn't feel fine. I felt like my side was on
fire.
Pops put his hand on my shoulder and asked, "Can you sit
up?"
I nodded and tried to pull myself up. Pops and
Matthew helped me. My head started spinning and I was sure I was
going to barf, but I clamped my jaws shut and waited. The room
stopped spinning around me. My stomach stopped lurching. My
side kept hurting.
Pops took the wet cloth from Matthew and wiped my forehead
again. "Now ... you want to tell me what a naked man is doing in my
living room and how you incapacitated these bastards before they could kill
us?"
Matthew spoke up. "I think he's here because
of me, Pops. I called him."
Pops turned and stared at Matthew. "You called
him?"
Matthew nodded. "Yep. He's the Cumeleon. He comes when boys need him. I
called his name three times and he came to our rescue."
Pops raised both eyebrows at Matthew, then turned to stare
at me. "Is that right? Are you the Cumeleon?"
I gritted my teeth and nodded my head. "Yes, I
am."
"And he has superpowers, Pops," Matthew added. "That's how
he stopped those guys from killing us."
Pops looked at me. "Is that right, son?"
I grimaced. "Yeah, but I don't feel that super
right now. I feel kind of sick to my stomach."
Pops stood up and walked over to Cavuto, who was out cold,
his orgasm knocking him completely unconscious. Pops checked the
other guy, also down for the count. Then he looked over at the
guy lying in a pool of blood.
"Matthew," Pops said, "I'm calling the police. When
they get here, we tell the truth ... as much of the truth as we can anyway.
These guys broke into our house and tried to kill us. This
guy ..." He pointed at the thug on the ground with his pants full of jizz. "... had some kind of seizure and started shooting his
gun all over the place, killing him." He pointed at the thug by
the wall. "Then Cavuto also fell down, having a convulsion too.
They're probably both taking some kind of nasty drugs, and that's why
they had seizures. The Cumeleon ..." He
pointed at me. "... was never here."
Pops came over and helped me to my feet. He
looked me straight in the eye and frowned a bit. Something in his
eyes told me I looked familiar to him, but he couldn't quite figure out where
he'd met me. He shook his head slightly and said, "We owe you our lives. Most of my youth, I did stupid things. Things
I'm not proud of. But I'm trying to leave all that behind and
start over. I'm trying to make up for it by taking care of
Matthew. He means the world to me, and you saved his life and
mine. I can never repay you for that, but I can promise you that
I'll never tell anyone about how you were involved here. And now,
you need to go, because you can't be here when the police arrive. You
understand?"
I nodded. "They would probably freak out over
a naked dude with a gunshot wound in his side."
Pops chuckled. "Yes, they would." He glanced
down at my throbbing cock and grinned. "They wouldn't understand
at all."
Pops turned to Matthew. "Bring me the phone,
kiddo." He looked back at me. "Are you feeling
better."
I touched my side and grimaced. "Hurts like
hell, but I'm fine now." I focused for a second and made myself disappear.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
Pops didn't seem alarmed when I disappeared right in front
of him. He reached out and found my invisible shoulder, squeezing
it gently. "Thanks, son. Thank you so much."
I felt arms wrapping around my invisible waist, hugging me.
It was Matthew. "Yeah," he said, "thank you for coming
and saving us, Cumeleon."
I pulled away and walked toward the front door. Just
before passing through, I turned around and looked at Matthew and Pops.
Pops was on the phone, talking to the 911 operator. Matthew
was hugging Pops around the waist. Pops was holding him with his
free hand, rubbing his neck.
I had saved them. I had really, actually saved
their lives. It was the dumbest thing I'd ever done, but also the
proudest moment of my life.
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March 29
I couldn't lie to Jeff. I had to tell him what
happened. He was upset. Almost mad at me, but also
proud of me. He made me show him the wound. It
looked nasty, but it had stopped bleeding, and he put antibiotic cream on it
and bandaged it up again. Then he made love to me, as gently as
possible, and turned me back into a boy.
I lied to Mom. Told her I slipped and fell at
my friend's house. Hit my side on a desk and cut myself. She
wanted to see, but I asked her not to make a fuss over it. I said
I had put a bandage on it, and it was okay. She looked at me
funny, but didn't press the matter.
And when I saw Matthew at school the next day, he noticed I
was in pain when we gave each other high-fives. He looked at me
really funny. Looked down at my side. Looked at my
face. Squinted hard and looked closer.
His eyes got really big.
`Oh, shit,' I thought.
The end of CUMELEON, Chapter Seven