Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 11:26:31 -0500
From: Steven LaVigne <lavignebiz1@gmail.com>
Subject: Gayfeather

     Gayfeather, by Bull Waters, from a story by Nathaniel Hawthorne

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"Dick," cried Pa Rigby, "a coal for my pipe, son!"

The pipe was in the old man's mouth when he said these words. He'd tossed
it there after filling it, but the fire hadn't been kindled that morning.
As soon as the order was given, there was an intense red glow out of the
bowl of the pipe, and a whiff of smoke came from Pa's lips. "Good boy,
Dick." said Pa said to his son.  "Now for making this scarecrow. Sit
outside the open door, in case I need you again."

"Yes, Pa," said Dick.

Pa had risen at sunrise in order to start making a scarecrow, which he
intended for the middle of his cornfield. It was now the third week of May,
and the crows and blackbirds had already discovered the little, green,
rolled up leaf of the Indian corn just peeping out of the soil. So he
decided to make as lifelike a scarecrow as possible.  He wanted it done by
noon that day. Now Pa Rigby, as most people knew, was one of the most
powerful witches in the area, and could have easily made an ugly
scarecrow. But instead, as he was in an uncommonly pleasant mood, and he
made up his mind to produce something splendid, rather than horrible.

"I don't want to scare people," said Pa Rigby to himself. Instead, the
scarecrow would resemble a fine gentleman.  He took a branch from his
willow broomstick, on which he'd taken an occasional airy ride late at
night, and this became the backbone. An old broken broomstick became the
arms, while the broken handles of a hoe and a rake became its legs. A piece
from the broken leg of a chair gave him a member.  An old sack filled with
straw provided a torso. "But what to do for a head," exclaimed Pa.

Spying a pumpkin in the pantry, he cut two holes for the eyes and gashed
out a mouth. With a knob in the middle for a nose, this was a handsome
face. "There are uglier men in this village," he said. "It's a useful thing
this pumpkin head will be.  Now to transform you into a real gentleman"

He found a trunk of old clothes he'd found. People said it was the wardrobe
of a Moor who'd once lived in the village, but had vanished without a
trace. He selected a plum-colored coat made in London. It had embroidered
cuffs and buttonholes. It was worn and patched, but it would do. There was
a matching waistcoat and a pair of scarlet trousers.  A pair of silk
stockings easily slipped onto the wooden legs, and his late wife's wig just
fit over the pate of the pumpkin. A three-cornered hat topped the handsome
scarecrow.

"Dick," said Pa Rigby, "stop diddling with your dick! "Take your hand out
of your pants and help me move this to the cornfield!  We'll diddle
together when we're finished."  Pa and Boy lugged the figure and planted
him amidst the green points.  Standing there, looking respectable, he
seemed to say, "Come look at me!"

"He's handsome, Pa," said Dick. "And you've even put a stick at the
middle."  Pa replied, "I've made many a puppet, but this is the finest of
all." He looked at his son. "Now for your diddling," and with that, the two
of them went inside, where they undressed and crawled into bed, Pa
pleasuring son and son pleasuring Pa with each other's mouths. "Oh, Pa,"
exclaimed Dick, "your tongue knows just where to stroke!"  "Of course it
does, Dick.  Don't forget," he said, "I have a dick for pleasuring, too!"
With little effort, father and son spurted their sweet loads past one
another's lips.

While filling his pipe the old man gazed at both his naked son and the
figure out the window in the field. There was something about the wooden
figure that made it look almost human. Pa was pleased with himself.

"Dick," he called, "another coal for my pipe!" Led by his hard cock, Dick
walked to the fire and lit Pa's pipe.  As Pa smoked, he leaned over and
Dick plunged his own stick into Pa's inviting puckered hole. Puffing, Pa
thought about his creation. "That puppet," he thought, is too good for the
cornfield. Dick could stand there all day and do the same thing." He
tolerated his son's thrusts a little longer and then demanded that he stop.
"Fetch me the scarecrow, son!"

Dick walked into the garden and lifted it off its perch.  He carried it
inside and laid it on the bed. "What are you going to do, Pa?" he asked.

Pa puffed a while before replying, "Not sure." He studied it for a while,
then said, "Dick, I didn't plan to dabble in magic today, but I'll make a
man of this scarecrow, just to see what will happen."

"What should I do, Pa?" asked Dick. Pa told him to stick his dick into the
pumpkin's mouth and start humping. Pa undid the trousers and fondled with
his wooden knob. Now Pa Rigby was a strong wizard and he knew about the
power of the male ejaculate.  As his son was filling its mouth, the look in
the face of the pumpkin seemed to change. Furthermore, the stick at the
middle started to grow.

The wizard clapped his hands and smiled, whispering some words to himself.
The yellow head took on facial features, as the stick began resembling a
cock. The whole form showed signs of manhood, such as skin and a chest of
hair the color of straw. He was turning into a fine specimen indeed.  As
Dick reached orgasm, the mouth appeared to swallow every drop, and the
rigid stick in Pa's hand spurted semen as well.

'Well done, my pretty man! You sucked this lad as if for the pure pleasure
of it!" he said as he thrust the pants down the masculine legs. "Now turn
over so I can complete the spell!"  With that, the figure turned over, and
Pa thrust his hardened magic wand between the perfect round cheeks and
fucked him. With each thrust and moan the figure became more and more of a
man. He even beckoned Dick toward him and the two of them engaged in a hot
kiss together. Over the next week Pa and Dick kept the man occupied,
teaching him social graces and the pleasures of mansex.  He took to it as a
duck to water.

Now the village was holding a Spring Festival that would include a market,
where locals would sell their wares. There was a box social, a theatrical
and a party where there would be dancing. Pa and Dick always went to sell
household necessaries, and they decided to take the scarecrow, whom they
had named Laurence Gayfeather, with them. At the Festival, he was
introduced as a visiting cousin, and the magistrate, members of the town
council, merchants and elders of the church were all impressed by this
sophisticated gentleman.

It was well-known among the villagers that there was no love lost between
Pa Rigby and Judge Gookin, the local barrister. Therefore, it came as quite
a surprise to Pa that no one was as fascinated by Laurence Gayfeather than
Justin, the Judge's son. The two of them sat under a tree and talked the
afternoon away. Pa noticed their attraction to one another, and determined
to let it continue. Both Laurence and Justin made an impression among the
single women at the dance, but both Pa and Dick could tell that the two men
only had eyes for one another.

It came as no surprise, then, that as afternoon turned to evening, the two
men disappeared.  Even as the festivities ended, they were nowhere to be
found. Justin had taken Laurence to his favorite hideaway, in the woods
along the river. The two young men spread a blanket on the ground and
before too long, were both naked, enjoying one another's young bodies. When
each of them took the other's hard cock into their mouths, they knew the
pleasures would last between them. Because of their need for sex, both men
recovered quickly, so that, after making out, Laurence pulled Justin on top
of him and thrust his hard cock deep into his handsome paramour's waiting
ass. Before Laurence had filled his new lover with cream, Justin was
certain that he was in love. They fell asleep in one another's arms and
slept comfortably.

They made love one more time before they parted, but when he returned to Pa
Rigby's, the scarecrow was looking worse for wear, so Pa had Dick lay down
and Laurence sucked his cock. It should be noticed that the life of this
illusion survived on sex and semen. Pa and Dick kept him naked and hard
that full day, but still, his physique could have easily reverted. Pa
realized he needed to use another spell.  He mixed some herbs, made a paste
from them and spread it in the scarecrow' pubic area. Whenever you feel
yourself fading, this will start to itch and you'll need satisfaction. Just
ask Dick or I, and we'll oblige you.

"I'll do that with pleasure, and I'll thrive."

"You're playing our role to perfection. This is a great trick to play on
that Judge! Now rest, for tomorrow your ruse continues. I'm a better wizard
than I was and I expect no wizard could do better. Come to bed, Dick," he
said as they turned out the lights.

The following day, Laurence was presented with an oaken stick that, in his
hand, became a gold-headed cane. So, as Pa watched, Gayfeather strode to
town, hoping to spend the afternoon naked in bed with the Judge's son.

"Good afternoon, Laurence," said Justin as he opened the door. "My father's
in court all day, so we have the house to ourselves."  With that, he took
the handsome man's hand and led him to bed. They undressed quickly, and
within moments were naked in each others arms. Justin had never felt
happier, and he slowly made his way down Laurence's chest, moving has face
across the soft and gentle hairs as he licked, kissed and bit one nipple
and then the other. Laurence was so thrilled when he felt the man's tongue
on his hard cock, and he took no time at all to fill Justin's mouth with
his hot sperm.

Within minutes, Laurence was on his back, legs over Justin's shoulders as
he was being fucked.  Their sex was passionate, until Justin caught sight
of them in his bedroom mirror.  Instead of two passionate men in the throes
of pleasure, he saw himself having sex with what resembled some sticks and
a pumpkin! He stood, his cock leaking manjuice, turned and, grabbing a
robe, he left the room.

Laurence caught sight of himself in the mirror and understood that the
wizard's magic had done it's work. Ashamed, he dressed quickly, found
Justin seated quietly staring out a window, and let himself out of the
house.

He meandered home, where he found Pa and Dick pleasuring themselves.
"What's this?" he asked. "Did the good Judge throw you out after catching
you in naked in his son's bedstead?"

"No," said the scarecrow, "I left on my own. My true image was captured in
the glass. I'm nothing but sticks and squash. I'm asking that you put me
where you intended me in the first place."

"So be it," said Pa. "My poor Gayfeather! If that's what you want, that's
what you will be. Dick?"

"Pa?" said Dick.

"Carry him back to his perch in the garden, where he's meant to be," he
said thoughtfully. "And when you return, fetch a coal for my pipe."