CUMELEON

By Wes Leigh

 

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Chapter Eight, I Guess It Wasn't A Disaster After All

 

We were eating lunch, and it was very awkward. I didn't know what to say, so I munched silently on my sandwich. Matthew was quiet too, picking at his food, refusing to meet my eye.

Why does that happen?

I mean ... when two teenage boys have something they need to talk about, why do they do just the opposite and do everything they can to avoid talking about the thing they need to talk about? You know what I mean?

I had seen the way Matthew had looked at me. The way his eyes got all wide as he realized that I look a lot like the Cumeleon. I should look like the Cumeleon, since he's me and I'm him. Only he's the adult me, and I'm the kid me. Wow. Even I'm getting confused, and I know who I am. At least, I think I know who I am.

But I think the dead giveaway was when Matthew realized my side is injured. The same side and the same place on my side as the Cumeleon. He kept looking down at me, then back at my eyes, and he would chew his lip like he wanted to say something or ask me something, but he was afraid to do so.

And then there was all the crazy stuff that happened at his house. He was supposed to be my best friend. Shouldn't he have been eager to tell me about it. You know ... `These criminal guys busted into my house a few days ago and held me and my Pops at gunpoint, but then I called for the Cumeleon and he showed up and somehow saved us, although one of the bad guys got shot and killed and the other two fell on the ground, filling their pants with jizz. It was pretty insane, dude!' Something like that. But Matthew didn't say anything, and that kinda pissed me off, because I knew what had happened and he was supposed to be my best friend. Why wouldn't he want me to know all that?

So there we sat. Eating lunch like a couple of monks under a vow of silence. We should have been laughing at the horrible food and joking around, maybe sticking French fries in our noses and stuff like that. Instead, we were staring at each other, scared to talk. It was so stupid.

If he wasn't going to talk, I decided I would.

"Hey, ummm, how was your weekend?" I asked.

He shrugged. "It was okay."

I frowned. "Mine too. What did you and your Pops do?"

He looked up, kind of nervous. "Ummm, we didn't do anything. We couldn't go out. Pops had his old boss stop by, so we couldn't go anywhere."

Nodding, I said, "That sucks. So you just stayed home and did stuff."

"Yeah," he said, "just stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"You know. Cleaned my room. Played video games. Just stuff."

I rolled my eyes. At least I had tried, but Matthew obviously wasn't going to say anything. I guess I couldn't blame him. Pops probably told him to keep quiet about it. That Cavuto guy looked pretty scary, and from what I heard, Pops was involved in some bad things when he was younger, things he didn't want anyone to know about.

"Okay," I said, picking up my milk. "Sounds like your weekend was as boring as mine." I took a drink of milk, grimacing when I swallowed, because my side hurt a little.

Matthew looked down at my side, then back up at my eyes, but didn't say anything. He picked up his pizza slice and took another bite.

It was so awkward.

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After school, I stopped by Jeff's house. He had me take off my shirt so he could remove the bandage and look at the place on my side where the bullet had grazed me.

Shaking his head, he said, "It's healing okay. I'll put a new bandage on it."

I knew he wanted to say something else, so I blurted out, "Just say it."

"Say what?" he asked.

"Yell at me. Tell me I'm stupid. Tell me I messed up and you're very disappointed in me."

He looked up, surprised. Turning his head at a slight angle, he studied my face carefully. Then he put his hands on each side of my face and rocked my head gently from side to side. "Luke, is that what you think? That you messed up and now I'm disappointed in you?"

I nodded.

He sighed and said, "That's not true, son. Couldn't be farther from the truth. I'm very proud of you." He sat down next to me and put his arm around me, pulling me into a hug. "Being the Cumeleon means you may find yourself in dangerous situations every now and then. Hopefully it won't be gun-wielding thugs every time, but it could still be dangerous in other ways. I know that. I ran into some nasty stuff every now and then, so I learned to be careful, checking out the situation before I was so deep into it that I couldn't get out safely. I want you to do the same thing. Maybe practice your super powers some more until they come naturally to you."

I started giggling. I couldn't help it.

He looked at me funny and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

I giggled again and said, "It was funny. What you said. About my super powers cumming naturally."

He squeezed me, making me groan. My side still hurt, after all. "You know what I meant, rascal. We need to make sure you're ready for anything you encounter as the Cumeleon. I don't want my boy getting ..."

Jeff stopped and I heard him gasp and swallow hard. When I looked up at him, his eyes were watery and he was having trouble talking.

"It's okay," I said. "I think I understand."

He nodded and said, "I love you, Luke. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. You may have super powers when you're the Cumeleon, but you aren't invulnerable. I need to teach you to be more careful."

"Okay. So teach me some more stuff, already."

He smiled, hugged me again, and leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. "After you heal up some more. Let's get some more antibiotic cream and a fresh bandage on your side."

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At lunch the next day, Matthew finally opened up to me.

"So ... uhhhh ... there was one thing I didn't tell you about that happened this weekend," he said, almost whispering.

"Yeah?" I replied, curious about what he was going to say.

He leaned in closer and his voice got even softer. "But you gotta promise not to tell anyone. I mean ... ANYONE!"

I leaned in too. "I promise."

He looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear, then whispered, "I told you my Pops got a visit from his old boss, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, one of the guys who came with his boss had a seizure while he was there. We think he was using drugs or something. It was pretty scary for a while."

"Wow."

"Yeah. I think the boss was taking the same drugs, because he had a seizure too. We had to call the police and an ambulance."

I nodded. "That's wild. Why didn't you tell me?"

He frowned. "Pops asked me not to tell. Said it might cause problems for us. Since these guys were using drugs or something, and Pops used to work for `em."

"Yeah, I can see that. Drugs." I sighed, frustrated. Matthew wasn't telling me everything, but at least he was trusting me with some of the story. I couldn't get mad at him. I wasn't telling him everything, either.

"Pops was pretty mad at them. I think he asked the police to lock them up, and he said he was going to make sure they stayed locked up. He was pretty upset about them coming over to our house."

"Because of the drugs?" I asked.

Matthew shrugged. "And other stuff."

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I was sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework when the phone rang. My mom answered it. I heard her talking to someone, then yelling, "LUKE! It's for you."

Relieved to get a break from stupid Geography, I jumped up and ran for the phone. "Who is it?"

Mom handed me the phone. "Your friend Matthew."

I took the phone and breathlessly said, "Hey, Matthew. What's up?"

His voice sounded nervous and scared. "Luke, we need help. And I don't know anyone else to ask."

"Huh? What do you mean? What's going on, Matthew?"

"I can't say. Not over the phone. Just come over to my house as soon as you can. Okay?"

"Matthew? What's this all about?"

"LUKE ... just come to my house. Please."

I put the phone against my chest and said, "Mom, Matthew needs my help with something. Can I go over for a minute?"

Mom looked at me funny. "You meant to say, `May I go over for a minute?' Right?"

That's my mom. Always correcting my grammar.

I grinned at her. "May I go over to Matthew's house?"

She nodded. "Be back in an hour. Dinner will be ready then."

I put the phone back to my ear. "I'm on my way," I said.

Matthew replied, "Hurry." Then he hung up on me.

Weird.

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When I arrived at Matthew's house, the driveway was empty. The fancy Lexus was gone, so I figured it would be safe this time. I knocked on the door and it opened almost right away. Matthew grabbed my hand and dragged me inside, pulling me behind him into the living room. Pops was sitting on the couch, talking on the phone with someone.

Matthew waved at Pops and said, "We're going to my room, Pops."

Pops waved back and kept talking on the phone.

Matthew dragged me into the hall and down to his room. Once we were inside, he closed the door behind us. Then he motioned for me to sit down on his bed and he sat next to me. His legs were jumping up and down and he kept biting his lip, so I knew he was very upset or nervous.

He didn't say anything at first, but after a bit, he turned to me and said, "The police called. They had to let Cavuto go."

I gulped. Now I was the one who was nervous. "Cavuto? Who's Cavuto?"

Matthew rolled his eyes. "He's Pops' old boss. The guy who was here this weekend. The police had to let him go, because they didn't have anything to charge him with. He's out, and Pops is worried that he'll come here again."

I nodded. That was bad. Very bad. But I didn't understand why Matthew was telling me all this.

"What are you going to do about it?" I asked.

"Pops is thinking about taking off. Finding somewhere far away where we can go and hide and get new names and stuff. He's talking to the police now."

My heart sank. I really didn't want Matthew to go. I really liked him, and I didn't want to lose my best friend so soon.

Matthew stood up and started pacing back and forth. "I don't want to leave, but Pops said we might not have any choice. I'm just worried that Cavuto will come back before we can leave. And the next time he comes, I'm worried that he'll kill us."

I looked up at Matthew, shocked. "Why don't you tell the police that?"

He shook his head in frustration. "We DID, but they said they can't do anything about it. Cavuto has really good lawyers or something. And now he's out of jail, and the police said they can have some officers sitting outside our house in a car for a night or two. But that's all they can do. When they leave, I think Cavuto will come back and try to kill us. The police can't help us, Luke. We need the Cumeleon."

I stared at Matthew. I didn't know what to say.

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"The Cumeleon?" I laughed nervously. "Isn't he just a legend?"

Matthew rolled his eyes at me. "You know he's real, Luke."

More nervous laughter. "How would I know that?"

Matthew walked over and sat down next to me. He reached over and poked my side gently.

I jumped and moved away. "Ouch, dude! That hurt!"

"Is it healing okay?" he asked.

"Ummm ... is what healing okay?"

"Your wound? From the bullet that hit you when you were the Cumeleon. When you were here rescuing us from Cavuto and his thugs."

Matthew stared at me. I stared at him.

I dropped my chin to my chest and stared at my knees. "Shit!" I mumbled.

Matthew dropped to his knees in the floor in front of me. Looking up at me, he said, "I know who you are, Luke. I don't know how you do it. Becoming the Cumeleon. But I know you're him. And I really appreciate what you did for me and Pops, so I'll never, never, NEVER tell anyone what I know. But we need your help again. I know I'm asking a lot, but we need the Cumeleon one more time. I'm really afraid, Luke, and I don't know anyone else who can help us."

Matthew was staring me in the eye. I could see the fear there, but also hope. And trust.

I guess I saw something else too. I saw that Matthew really was my friend, my best friend, and just like he trusted me, I could trust him. To keep my secret.

I made up my mind.

"Okay, Matthew. But before I do my Cumeleon thing, there's someone I need to talk to about all this."

Matthew seemed to panic when he heard that. "No, Luke. You can't tell anyone. Pops said it could get us both killed."

I grabbed Matthew's hands in my own and said, "I'm not gonna let that happen, Matthew. You trust me, right?"

He nodded.

"Then let me talk to Jeff about all this. He'll know what to do."

"Jeff? Your friend who lives next to you?"

"Yeah. Jeff is more than my friend. He's teaching me how to use my Cumeleon powers, and he'll know the best way to handle Cavuto."

Matthew wasn't convinced. "I don't know about that, Luke. Pops said not to tell anyone."

"But you told me," I pointed out.

"Yeah. I trust you. So does Pops."

"What? Wait! Pops knows who I am?"

"Yeah. He figured it out before I did. He said your eyes gave you away."

It scared me when I heard that, but Matthew grabbed me and held me. "Don't worry, Luke," he said. "We won't tell anyone. You saved our lives, and we both owe you big time. We'll never ever tell anyone what we know!"

I knew I didn't have any choice, so I said, "Looks like we have to trust each other. I'm trusting you guys to keep my secret about the Cumeleon. You're trusting me to help you and Pops, and that's what I'm going to do. But I have to talk to Jeff. Okay?"

Matthew nodded. I stood up. So did he. Then we hugged. Really hard.

I know boys aren't supposed to do that, but we did, and it felt really nice. I think Matthew liked it too. His dick was kinda poking into me at the end, just like mine was poking him.

But I had work to do. It was time for the Cumeleon to take out some bad guys! I broke the hug and told Matthew I would call him later with a plan.

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"Are you sure this will work?" I asked Jeff.

He nodded. "Positive."

"Why didn't you show me this power before?" I asked.

"You didn't need it before," he replied with a grin.

"This is sick," I said.

He just nodded and grinned.

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That night, I visited Cavuto.

With Pop's help, I found out where Cavuto was. He lived in Guthem City, but he had a duplex apartment in Megapolis, and that's where he was staying at the moment. There were lots of thugs all over the place, outside walking around, inside playing cards. None of them saw me. I was invisible and walked right into his house and found him in his bedroom, stretched out, reading a book.

He was very surprised when I blasted him with cum, right in the side of his face.

He clawed at his face, trying to wipe away my cum, then grabbed his groin and moaned. He was wearing one of those fancy dressing gowns. He frantically tugged it aside. Underneath, he was wearing silk pajamas. His boner was poking out in front. He yanked his pajama pants down and started jerking his cock as fast as he could.

I could see panic in his eyes. He didn't understand what was happening to him or why he was suddenly so horny.

I giggled and squirted him in the chest with another dose of cum.

He gasped and his hand became a blur as he jacked off as fast as he could.

After a minute of this, he looked down at his cock and groaned.

"Nothing coming out?" I asked, chuckling.

He jumped, looking around but finding no one in his room.

"You might as well give up," I said. "No matter how much you try, you won't cum. Not as long as I keep doing this." I pointed my cock at him and squirted another dose of my `blue balls special' cum onto his neck. That's what Jeff called it when he taught me how to do it, and now I could see why. Cavuto's balls were almost purple.

"What's going on?" he demanded, still jerking his cock.

"You're super horny, right?" I asked.

He nodded. Wap. Wap. Wap. Wap.

"But you can't cum, right?" I asked.

More wapping. Another shake of his head.

"You won't be able to cum," I explained, "but you'll be hornier than you've ever been. Eventually you'll collapse and fall into an exhausted sleep, but you'll wake up as horny as ever."

Now I saw sheer terror in his eyes.

"It's gonna be a miserable life for you," I whispered in his ear.

"Who are you?" He groaned, still jerking his meat. "What do you want?"

"I'm your worst nightmare," I answered. "I'm the guy who can walk invisibly through walls and blast you with cum that will knock you out with an orgasm or ... keep you from cumming forever."

He moaned and muttered, "The Cumeleon."

"That's right. And you're on my shit list, Mr. Cavuto."

"Why?" he whimpered.

"The police commissioner called me. Said you were screwing around in our town. Threatening citizens. Making trouble. I don't like that."

He grabbed his cock and squeezed it as hard as he could. "Please. What do you want from me?"

"I want you and your thugs to leave town. Get out and never come back. You show up in Megapolis again, and I'll be back to give you another case of the worst blue balls you've ever had in your life."

"Okay. Okay. Just let me cum," he pleaded.

I shrugged. He sounded defeated. I hit him with a different blast of cum and he instantly squirted all over his stomach, gasping and struggling to breathe.

I turned to leave, but then I couldn't resist. Jeff and I had just watched The Terminator, so I turned around, stared at Cavuto, and in my best Arnold Swarzenegger accent, I snarled and said, "If you don't do what I say ... I'll be back!"

I stared down at his now-swollen and very purple balls and grinned.

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"Hello."

"Hey, Matthew. It's Luke."

"Oh. Yeah, ummm. Well? Did it work?"

"Yep. Just like we planned. Cavuto and his thugs jumped in a car and drove off right away. He shouldn't bother you anymore. Tell Pops you don't have to move now."

"Really? Oh, man! Thanks, Luke."

"No worries, my dude. It's all coolio."

"I really appreciate it, Luke. I didn't want to leave. I was really liking it here."

"I didn't want you to move either, Matthew."

"I wish I had some way to pay you back."

"Just be my best friend, Matthew. I don't want anything else."

"I'm already your best friend, Luke. And I promise I'll never tell anyone about the Cumeleon. Promise!"

"Thanks, Matthew. Hey. I gotta go. Mom's calling me. I forgot to wash the dishes."

"Oh, no! Are you in trouble?"

"I don't know, but I better hang up now."

"Okay. Talk to you later, Luke. Maybe we can hang out after you wash the dishes."

"Sure. If I'm not grounded."

"Haha, okay, bro. Bye."

"Bye, Matthew."

 

The end of CUMELEON, Chapter Eight