Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2009 14:18:48 +0000
From: alex.carbine@sky.com
Subject: Devon Knows 13: Final Episode

A Note from the Author.

Since writing the last chapter several things have happened to me. The
first is that I had a motorcycle accident. It was almost like the safety
adverts on TV, but this time I was travelling along a main road in town and
some brainless prat drove his car out of a side road without looking. I
managed to swerve but he hit me side on and we ended up on the other side
of the road, me off the bike. An oncoming car managed to go round me
leaving me very grateful. Net result was a broken arm, broken leg and
severe bruising down my side even though I was wearing full leathers and a
skid lid. Off I went to Hospital where I was patched up, but it does not
stop there...... The severe bruising broke up a week later and drifted into
my body, causing me to have a stroke as a clot lodged in my brain. I have
been in neuro-re-hab learning how to talk, swallow, use my left arm, walk
and generally be something like I was for some weeks.

So ...  that's the reason for the time gap between then and now. I am still
in Hospital, but am now allowed my lap top and the web, and thus access to
yourselves, dear Readers.

Here are the usual warnings. This fictional story contains sexual reference
to sex between consulting adults. The author relies on the reader's
discretion as to whether he|she is legally old enough to read further, and
whether he|she will be offended by the subjects described. If you are not
sure, don't read it.  Although my characters don't, always practice safe
sex, especially with casual partners.  'Nuff said.



Final Chapter


Jon woke slightly dis-orientated and with an unfamiliar taste in his
mouth. As his eyes swung round his room he saw Ham, wrapped in his dressing
gown, dozing in a chair, who roused himself when he felt Jon's query as to
what was going on.

'I was down at the Camp-site. Did something happen?' projected Jon.

'No,' beamed Ham, 'I am afraid I haven't been totally honest with you.' He
received a question mark from Jon. 'You have been unconscious for three
days now,' more question marks, 'whilst the final stage of your mental and
physical transitions were facilitated.'

'What?' mind-spoke Jon.

'I had to give your mind something to do whilst 'the medical section' saw
to your changes, so I gave you a cyber holiday by the sea.' To an observer
Jon and Ham had been just looking at each other and said nothing as they
talked telepathically, but now Ham's face broke into a smile and his
shoulder heaved as he started to laugh. 'I looked in on you from time to
time. Interesting imagination you have!'

Jon could feel himself beginning to blush. 'So none of that ever happened?
When did you put me under?'

'Charles never drove you to the Lido. It was a starting point I gave you
and was all in your mind. But having said that,' Ham said getting to his
feet, 'It was all very interesting!' He looked at the youth lying in his
bed and several scenes from Jon's reverie flashed from his memory.

Jon could not help looking at Ham's groin where he could see at the join of
the dressing gown sides Ham cock had started to inflate with the mental
stimulus of the adventures Jon had conjured in his unconscious state. Then
he remembered that Ham could see what he was seeing. Telepathy worked both
ways!

'What the hell?' he thought and continued to watch as Ham's allowed his
member to grow to it's full glory, standing proud with it's purple glans
head rolled out from under it's foreskin. Ham could see, as though looking
in a mirror, how his cock bounced like a Conductor's baton in time to his
heartbeat. He consciously gave a squeeze with his groin muscles, feeling
the tightness of the skin that contained his swollen sausage. He was also
aware of Jon's rising excitement over that of his own.

Jon felt Ham's probing as the man checked that Jon was OK and was suffering
no ill effects from the changes that the machines in 'The Den' had wrought
on him. He was happy to find nothing untoward but wondered exactly had been
done to him while he had been 'out'.

'Wanna test the stitches?' drawled Jon to Ham, imaging a picture of two
dogs fucking.

'Very funny,' laughed Ham back, taking hold of his erection and stroking it
languidly with his right hand. Jon watched as Ham's cock head was covered
and revealed as Ham's fist slowly pumped up and down the rigid joy-stick.

Jon threw the bed covers back to show his rampant eleven inches, a neat,
stiff, thick tube topped by it's own purple head. 'What the hell?' asked
Jon, both surprised and amused.

'I hope you don't mind. Just a little augmentation to my own
specifications. Your stamina will be greater too, and you now have total
control over your orgasm, when, how much and how often. You will be able to
change your nickname to Winchester!'

Jon ran both hands over his new cock, noting the changes in length and
girth. 'Woweeee! When can we try it?' giving it a rigorous wank and liking
what he saw and felt.

Ham pulled a half full tube of KY out of his gown pocket. 'No time like the
present.' he said and he walked over to the side of Jon's bed. Jon reached
out and caressed Ham.'s cock, trying to pull it to his mouth, watching as
Ham applied the clear lubricant first to his rigid fuck stick, and then
move away to anoint his own arse with a dollop. Then Ham climbed up on the
bed and, facing toward Jon's feet, squatted down with his feet either side
of Jon's legs so that his brown ring was positioned over Jon's cock
head. Jon took hold of his newly discovered cock and held it still, to keep
it in target. At first there was some resistance to his entry into Ham's
anus, but then it suddenly disappeared into him as Ham lowered his body,
his tight ring pushing the excess KY down towards the base of Jon's
cock. With their two-way telepathic link Jon could feel the resistance on
his cock as well as Ham relaxing his sphincter to accept it. Then as it
slid in he could feel both the heat on his dick from Ham's chute as well as
Ham's feeling of fullness as the invading flesh worked deeper into him. He
could also sense Ham's contentment at the 'new and improved' cock he was
sliding down onto. Then, amazingly, it was all in.

 Ham squatted there for a few seconds simply luxuriating in the sheer
length and thickness of this cock. Then, with Jon's help by holding his
buttocks and taking some of his weight, Ham started to slide up and down
Jon's prong, all the while feeling not only Jon's glans scraping his
insides but also the friction it was causing actually on Jon's glans as he
did it.

'Remember you have control over your ejaculation so you can decide when you
want to cum and how much each time you do. Give it a try and see.'

Jon concentrated on the feeling being sent back from his glans and the
shaft and mentally gave the OK for the sperm to travel into the delivery
tubes and burn up his pipework until the first of five spurts of spunk
coated the inside of Ham's guts. Ham felt Jon's cock thicken and then jerk
as he came, and the warm, wet aftermath of the ejaculation. He continued to
slide up and down the invader, which had now become slicker and dragged
less due to the shower of spunk it had just received. The high that comes
with ejaculation was passing and Jon again concentrated and again pumped
into Ham's love chute, but this time he gave him an enormous internal
shower each time Ham grounded his brown ring onto the base of his
cock. Eight times Ham felt his cum squirt until he could feel the spunk
being squeezed out as he moved downwards. Ham leaned back so that his hands
were in Jon's armpits and continued to pump up and down on Jon's cock, but
now his own cock was pointing stiffly into the air. Jon could feel Ham
building to a climax and their two minds were as one when Ham squirted his
load into the air so that it splattered near their feet on the bed
linen. When he had completely drained his balls, Ham slowly allowed himself
to sink down, impaling himself on the still rigid Jon. As his weight slowly
came onto Jon's chest, Jon found that instead of it being uncomfortable to
breathe as before, it was as though Ham's large frame hardly weighed
anything. 'Your ribs and cage muscles have been strengthened. Better
physical performance. Everything is now bigger and better.' Ham explained.

Jon shot another four wads of cum into him, just to see what it felt
like. 'Fucking marvellous,' he said to Ham.  'Marvellous fuck,' answered
Ham.



And this, dear reader, is where I am ending this particular tale, for the
moment. I hope you have enjoyed the simple fare I have offered and continue
to enjoy the next tale I will conjure in the other sections of this site.


Please drop me a line at alex.carbine@sky.com if you want to contact me
with comments or ideas. I welcome your emails at the moment as I am
suffering sensory deprivation here in Hospital.