CUMELEON
By Wes
Leigh
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April 3
Things have settled down now.
Matthew and I hang out all the time. Just like I hoped,
we've become best friends. We don't mess around doing ... well, you know what ...
but we do everything else together. Video games. Basketball. Kicking a soccer
ball around. Eating French fries and ice cream cones. Sleeping over. We've even
taken showers together. We sort of popped boners while we were showering, but
we just giggled and finished our showers and dried off. He didn't want to do
anything else and neither did I. I want Matthew to be my best friend, not my
lover.
Because Jeff is my lover. He's taught me so much about
making love. Not just about where you can stick your boner and make it feel
good, but where you can stick your tongue to make your lover shake and quiver
and how to touch each other in loving ways that make you both feel incredible. Making
love to Jeff is pretty awesome, especially since I can turn into the Cumeleon and use my superpowers to make us both feel great.
Yeah. Everything is going great, so I suppose that means
something crazy is bound to happen any minute.
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April 5
Tomorrow is Friday. Mom's given me permission to go home
from school with Matthew and spend the weekend there. I'm seriously psyched!
We're gonna have so much fun!
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April 6
Matthew and I are in his room, just messing around. We're
both naked. He's playing Resident Evil. I'm writing in my journal while I wait
my turn.
Why are we both naked?
`Cause it's
freaking fun to be butt naked with your best friend, playing Xbox and laughing
when you get so excited that you pop a boner.
The only thing is ... I'm not excited from playing Resident
Evil. I'm just sitting here on Matthew's bed, and my cock is throbbing. Throbbing
and thumping. Matthew has noticed and now he's staring at me.
I can't help myself. I sit there, helpless, as my body
begins to grow bigger and more muscular and my cock swells up longer than ever.
This can only mean one thing.
Someone must be calling for the Cumeleon
...
... yep. I'm big, with a big, dripping boner.
Matthew's eyes are huge now. It's a good thing he knows all
about the Cumeleon. He giggles and bites his lip,
staring at my huge cock.
I shrug and laugh. "I guess someone needs me," I say. "This
shouldn't take long."
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Making myself
invisible, I walked through Matthew's bedroom wall and out into his back yard. My
throbbing cock pulled me to the back gate leading to an alley, then north. I started
trotting that direction, trusting my cock to lead the way. Eventually, I
arrived at an abandoned warehouse.
I should have
known better than to go inside. Aren't abandoned warehouses where villains
always make their hideouts? But I'm the Cumeleon,
and I must go where I'm needed, even into harm's way, or something like that.
As I got closer
to the big garage door on the warehouse, I heard the frightened cries of a boy.
I quickly walked through the door and into a large, mostly empty room. In
the middle of the room, I found stacks of boxes and a single chair. On the
chair was a tape recorder. I walked over and looked down at it. I heard a boy
sobbing and crying, yelling out for the Cumeleon
every now and then. Weird. I punched a button on the recorder to stop it, and
that was when something struck me in the back of the head. My cock never saw it
coming, because the room was so dark, I guess.
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When I woke up,
my eyes were blurry and my head ached. I was tied to the chair. I struggled to
get free, but the ropes held me secure. A dark shape walked around the stack of
boxes, pushing a cart toward me. I quickly made myself invisible. The dark
shape laughed and said, "That won't do you any good. I know you're still
there." The dark shape moved forward, standing in front of me. It
was a young man, maybe around twenty years old. He bent down over my invisible
lap and felt around until he found my boner. He stroked it a few times, then
reached back to the cart and pulled it closer. On the cart was a strange
machine with tubes going everywhere. The young man slid the end of one of the
tubes over my boner, all the way to the base. Then he flipped a switch on the
machine. There was a humming noise and I felt the air around my boner suck out.
That was when I
knew I was in trouble.
The machine
chugged and chugged. The tube sucked and sucked. My boner throbbed and throbbed
and started spewing inside the tube. I watched, helplessly, as my silvery cum
traveled up the tube and into the machine.
I didn't know
how to feel about getting my cum forced out of me like
that. Sure, an orgasm always feels wonderful, but this was kind of cold and
mechanical. Just a machine sucking away at my cock and pulling the cum out. It
takes all the fun out of it, in a way. And the young man just stood there,
watching. He didn't seem to care at all. Not about me. Not about anything.
The machine
continued chugging along, suctioning my cock. It didn't hurt. My cock had shot
out one load after another while training with Jeff, so I knew I could cum
again, no problem. And that's exactly what happened a minute later. The machine
milked out a second load of cum, almost as big as the first.
Naturally, my boner
wouldn't go down. Only one thing will do that ... Jeff's sweet love making. I
thought about Jeff and how he kissed me gently whenever he made love to me. I enjoyed
that so much. This ... this was soulless and heartless.
I looked at the
young man. "Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"You'll see,"
was all he would say.
Well, if he
won't answer my questions, I decided I would stay invisible. It was a petty way
to defy him, but I'm a twelve-year-old boy at heart, so there!
The guy checked
the tube on my boner. It was still snuggly shoved up against my pubes. I
thought he'd massage my balls or rub my stomach or tickle my thighs, but he
didn't. He stepped back and watched as the machine sucked and sucked and
chugged and chugged. What a jerk!
A minute went
by. I felt my cock straining inside the tube. A third orgasm squirted out. More
cum traveled up the tube and into the machine.
The young man
watched the entire time. It must have been strange, seeing cum appear magically
inside the tube and travel up to the machine. He seemed infatuated with the
process, watching my cum squirt out and suck up into
the machine.
I was getting
tired of all this. Something about it seemed so wrong. It was my body, after
all, and I like cumming, but I never gave him permission
to make me squirt like this. No matter how good it felt to throb and shoot, it
also made me feel dirty inside, like something precious was being stolen from
me.
A fourth orgasm
spewed out of my cock. Now I began to feel strange. Tired. And lightheaded. That
was when I noticed that my body was slowly becoming visible. Just a faint
outline at first, but I could see a fuzzy image of my belly and legs sitting in
the chair. I could also see a ghostly vision of my cock inside the tube,
straining as a fifth load of cum was sucked out and drained away.
I closed my
eyes and begged my body to go invisible. No matter how much I strained, my body
continued to reappear bit by bit.
"Keep trying,"
the young man snarled, "but it won't do you any good. I know your secrets. I've
been studying you, listening to the legends, doing my own research."
"Huh?" I said,
opening my eyes to stare at him.
"That's right. I
wouldn't do all this without planning it out first. Hiring a guy to tie up a
boy in a garage and take pictures of him, hoping he'd panic and call out for
you. I didn't want the pictures, but I made a tape recording of his voice."
He pointed at the tape recorder and grinned evilly.
I shook my head.
No wonder the boy's voice sounded so familiar. It was the very first kid I had rescued.
The young man
leaned in only inches from my face and smiled. "That's not all I taped. The
security cameras recorded everything. You sliding through walls. Causing all
that havoc in the shop. Scaring off the creep I hired. Rescuing the boy. Oh
yes, I saw it all."
He moved back
and spun around suddenly. "And those drunk teenagers who tried to force their
young friend to suck their cocks ... do you know where they got the booze? Oh,
I know they said they got it from their father's liquor cabinet, but those
chicken-shits would be too scared to ever try such a thing. No. I bought it for
them. I gave it to them. I suggested they have a party with it. And I watched
from the shadows." He snorted and added, "Quite a party it was,
even after you showed up. It was funny watching you trip them up with their
pants down and their boners sticking out. If I hadn't sorted them out right
away, they wouldn't have caught you and the boy you rescued having your own
little party on the other side of the park. Did you enjoy the blow job he gave
you?"
I gritted my
teeth and screamed, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"
He laughed at
me. "All in good time, Cumeleon. Now is not the time
for explanations. Now is the time for another orgasm."
Almost as if on
cue, my cock lurched and launched orgasm number six up the tube, sending my cum climbing slowly up into the machine.
I sagged in the
chair. My balls were beginning to ache a little now. My body was fully visible too.
The machine kept chugging while the young man watched.
He smirked at
me and turned to walk away, leaving the machine running. I felt another orgasm
building up. Chug, chug, chug. Gasp. Squirt, squirt ... and I passed out.
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When I woke up,
it must have been that night, because the room was a lot darker than before. The
machine was off. My cock was hard as ever but drooping slightly. The first time
I've ever seen it that way. I was still in my Cumeleon
body, tied to the chair, naked and fully visible.
The same young
man walked into the room, carrying a flashlight. He walked up to me and leaned
over to look me in the face. "Go invisible," he ordered. His breath smelled
like French fries.
I tried to make
myself invisible, but nothing happened.
The young man
nodded his head, satisfied. He fed me a hamburger and held a drink to my lips. I
sipped through the straw, grateful for the soda. My
throat was so dry.
"Please tell me
why are you doing this?" I pleaded.
The young man
smiled wickedly. "I know all about you," he said, sneering. "All about the Cumeleon and how you rush in to rescue boys in need. Well ...
your days as a superhero are over! Never again will the Cumeleon magically appear to rescue a boy who calls his
name. As long as I have you here, with a drained dick, you'll be useless as the
Cumeleon. No superpowers. No passing through walls. No
escaping from me. No rescuing boys."
I wanted to
kick myself in the butt. Really hard. What was I thinking? As
soon as I woke up and found myself tied to the chair, I should have made myself
invisible and passed through the ropes just like I pass through
walls. Why didn't I think of that?
I closed my
eyes and focused on going invisible and sliding out of the ropes, but nothing
happened.
"Don't bother
trying that," he said. "It won't work. If you can't cum, you have no superpowers.
Without your superpowers, you're my prisoner."
"What do want
from me?" I moaned, defeated and miserable.
He laughed. "I
don't want anything from you. Not anymore. I needed you a long time ago, but
you didn't come when I was in trouble. No. You were too busy that day, I guess.
So now, you're too busy to help anyone!"
He reached down
and flipped a switch on the machine. It started chugging and sucking and
suctioning again, and my poor cock stretched out inside the tube and strained
away. It turned bright red and a tiny trickle of cum oozed out, but nothing
more.
He laughed
again and turned off the machine. "And so the legend
of the Cumeleon must come to an end, and I, Lester the
Molester, am the one who has stopped it!"
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The Molester
began to torture me after that. He tickled me until I begged him to stop. He
rubbed my nipples until they were hard and then pinched them. He squeezed my
balls, not hard enough to hurt me, but hard enough that my cock throbbed. Then
it was more of the machine, sucking out any cum I could produce. When I was
completely out of cum, he pulled the machine off my cock and sucked my boner
with his mouth until I was slippery wet. Then he sat on me, pushing my boner up
inside his butt and humping me until I came again.
But it was a
dry cum. I couldn't squirt. I was all out, I guess. And that was torture too.
While he
tortured me, Lester rambled.
"I hated my name
when I was growing up. Lester. It was a stupid name, and I hated my parents for
giving it to me.
"All the other
boys thought it was fun to mock my name. They called me `Lester the Molester'
every chance they got. They said I would grow up to be a creepy dude one day
who would molest boys. Lester, Lester, Lester the Molester!
"I tried to
ignore them. I told myself I didn't care, that their names meant nothing, but
that is so untrue. The names other boys give you say who you are and who you'll
be. So I became a loner, the boy with no friends, the
boy who never tried to spend time with other boys because he knew they didn't
want him there.
"They hated me,
so I hated them. I hated everyone, especially my stepfather. I think I hated
him the most. Especially when he got drunk and knocked me around. He was
careful to hit me where no one would see it. Ha. Not that anyone would believe
me. Who cared what Lester the Molester was going through? A few
bruises. A sore back. A twisted arm. He's just a stupid, ugly, clumsy, stupid,
stupid, stupid boy!"
I watched,
stunned, as the young man started weeping, gasping for breath as his grief
overwhelmed him. He stared at me with tear-filled eyes and asked, almost
pleading, "Why didn't you come when I called? Why?"
I shook my
head, confused and unsure what to say.
He bent over me
and yelled at me, "I called your name three times! Just like I
was supposed to. Three times!!" He was so angry that spit flew off his mouth
and hit me in the face. He closed his eyes in pain and shouted, "HE BROKE THREE
RIBS THAT NIGHT! I vomited up blood and had to sleep in it,
because I hurt so much I was afraid to move. I kept
calling for you. I fell asleep whispering your name. But you never came. You
never came."
I shook my head.
"I didn't hear you."
He snorted. "What
are you talking about? The Cumeleon
always hears when boys call his name. That's what the legends say, right?
He always hears and comes to rescue them. But you didn't rescue me. I
was only twelve! I needed your help. I was only TWELVE!"
"Wait. You were
twelve?" I asked, suddenly realizing something.
"Yeah. So
what?"
"So it would have been ... around eight years ago?"
"Yes," he
admitted. "Don't tell me. You were out of the country, rescuing boys in Russia
or something."
I shook my head.
"No. I was four years old, learning my ABC's."
He stared at
me, baffled. "What are you talking about?"
"I've only been
the Cumeleon for a month now. Before that, I was just
a boy, growing up, getting used to the idea that I was growing pubes above my
dick."
He was very
perplexed now. "Wasn't there another Cumeleon before
that?"
I nodded. "Yeah.
There was. But he gave up his powers to pass them to me. And he was waiting for
me to grow up so he could train me to be the Cumeleon."
The young man
shook his head in disbelief. "That's bullshit, man. You guys were playing
around, transferring your powers from one guy to another, and letting kids get
hurt in the meantime."
I bowed my head.
There was really nothing I could say. Poor Lester had been caught in the gap
between Cumeleons. I was too young, and Jeff was
waiting for me to turn twelve. We couldn't have rescued Lester, even if we had wanted
to.
What a horrible
mess!
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I tried to talk
to Lester, to explain why I couldn't rescue him when he was younger, but he
didn't want to hear me out.
"You couldn't
help me," Lester said, biting back his anger, "so now I'm going to change you. Instead
of the guy who rescues others with his cum, now you're going to be the guy who
enjoys making others cum hard while he gives them the roughest sex of their lives!"
Lester played with my boner until it reluctantly stiffened to its full
ten-inch-length. He slathered gel all over, then backed up to me and violently
shoved himself down onto my lap, impaling himself on my boner. He screeched in
pain, arched his back, and squeezed down on my cock. "Make me hurt!" he
shouted, starting to hump himself on my erection.
I started to
cry. This wasn't how it should be. Jeff had shown me how people should love
each other while having sex, and I just couldn't give Lester what he wanted. I
leaned forward as far as I could while tied up and kissed Lester gently on the
back of the neck.
"What are you
doing?" he shrieked.
"Lean back
again," I said. "Please."
Reluctantly, Lester
did as I asked, and I kissed him again, gently.
"That's how it
should be, Lester," I whispered. I kissed him a third time. "I'm so sorry I
wasn't able to be there when you needed me. I wish I could have rescued you
too." I felt a tiny dribble of cum squirting out of my aching
cock, up into Lester's butt. His body shivered slightly, and then right before
my eyes, he began to shrink, growing younger until he was a twelve-year-old boy
sitting on my lap with my large boner up inside him.
He grunted and
shook, in the throes of a powerful orgasm. I heard him gasp, then start crying.
I kissed his neck again.
He pulled away
and jumped up, pulling off my cock. Spinning around, he stared at me, tears
dripping down his cheeks. I could tell it was Lester. Same eyes. Same nose. But
much younger.
He looked down
at his body and frowned in confusion. "What did you do to me? Why
am I young again?"
I shrugged. "I
don't know. I've only been the Cumeleon for a few weeks
now, so I don't know all my superpowers that well. I just know I can't be the
hateful man you want me to be. Love is more powerful than hate. My friend Jeff
taught me that."
He touched his
boy boner and shook his head, baffled. "How am I gonna
get back in my older body? I don't want to be twelve again!"
"I don't know. But
there's one guy who might be able to help you out. One guy who might know what
we have to do."
Lester stared
hard at me. "Who?"
"My friend Jeff.
He'll be able to explain all this. Untie me. Let me go, and I'll take you to
him."
Lester shook
his head. "Not gonna happen. No way am I untying you `cause you'll just disappear and run
off. We'll talk to your friend Jeff, but first, I make sure you're still my
prisoner."
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Ten minutes later,
the machine sucking away on my soft cock, I had spewed out everything I had and
was producing nothing but dry orgasms again.
Then Lester
attached a funny little cage thing to my groin that kept my cock bent over at a
painful angle. Lester must have decided I wouldn't be able to use my boner as
long as he had the chastity belt thing on me.
Finally, he
untied me, but he handcuffed my hands behind my back and stuck a dog collar
around my neck, with a chain leading from the collar to the handcuffs.
I must have
looked like something out of one of those really gross porn movies, but Lester
said it was the only way he'd let me walk out of the warehouse, because he was
only twelve and couldn't control me otherwise. And there was no way he was
going to let the Cumeleon escape.
I told him I
would look ridiculous walking around naked and chained up. He grumbled and
pulled out crotchless chaps that he strapped around my waist.
You should have
seen the look on Jeff's face when we showed up at his apartment.
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Yeah. Jeff was
stunned when we appeared at his door. There we were, a 12-year-old Lester and the
Cumeleon, dressed like an S&M freak.
And Jeff was
shocked when we told him everything. About Lester growing up. About Lester
torturing me and trying to make me enjoy rough sex. About me refusing to hate
him and kissing him gently as my cock blurped out
just enough cum to turn him into a boy again.
Jeff scratched
his head, just as confused as we were. He couldn't explain it. "The only thing
I can think of is maybe, just maybe, the Cumeleon's
cum has the ability to reverse time for other men too, turning them back into a
boy again so they get a chance to grow up with love instead of pain."
Lester kind of lost it when Jeff said that. He started
crying and collapsed on the floor, bawling like a baby. Jeff knelt down beside
him and pulled him into his arms, just like he does me when I need a hug. Jeff
squeezed Lester gently and rocked him from side to side
"It's okay to cry," Jeff whispered into Lester's ear. "It's
okay to yell and scream too, if that's what you need to do. We'll still be here
for you."
Lester looked up at Jeff and whimpered.
"What is it, Lester?" Jeff asked. "What do you need?"
Lester shook his head and started crying again. "I don't
know what I need."
Jeff pulled Lester into a tight hug and whispered, "You need
love."
Lester nodded his head and hugged Jeff back.
Jeff kissed Lester on the cheek and rocked him in his arms.
I was crying too. Standing there in my dog collar, crotchless
chaps, chastity cage, and handcuffs. It was a touching moment.
The end of Chapter Nine of the
CUMELEON