Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains
explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and
illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any
illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy,
and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is
a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in
such behavior to seek help immediately.

This story is going to meander in a variety of ways and will
address a variety of kinks. As such, I will try and include a brief
description of which kinds of acts will be happening at the beginning of each
chapter so readers will know what to avoid.

Title: Collin in CummyLand
Last Updated: 3/28/17

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Without further ado...

Chapter 1 (Masturbation)

Collin blinked in surprise and sat up. He remembered falling into
darkness but the whole event was kind of a blur. Now, though, he
was wide awake and, judging from his surroundings, deep in a near
lightless forest. "Interesting," Collin thought to himself. This
seemed very strange. Standing, he spun in a circle and looked
closely at the world around him. It was dark, certainly, and the
trees crowded around him as if they were trying to keep him where
he was. Some people might have been scarred but Collin, the brave
boy that he was, saw this unlikely turn of events as the start of
a grand adventure.

In front of him was a small brick path that seemed to start from
nowhere before wandering deeper into the woods. It seemed very
much like the yellow brick road, Collin mused, without the
munchkins or Dorothy or the singing and dancing. He could do
without the singing and dancing, actually, and tittered a bit at
the realization.

Beside the path stood an old signpost and Collin approached it
cautiously and began to read. It said:

"Welcome to CummyLand. We're sure you have many questions but
most of them are stupid so they wont be answered. Instead, know
that you'll need to follow this path if you want to find your
adventure. Or don't. We don't care. A word of advice, though, is
don't wonder off the path. You'll never find adventure if you
wander. Have fun and good luck!"

Collin put his hand on his chin and thought about the strange
sign for a moment.



[StorySplit 1A/1B)


1A (Continue the Story).

"Well," Collin said to no one in particular, "I guess it's good
to play by their rules if I'm in their land. I wouldn't want any
bad consequences." Looking around, he shook his head in the
affirmative. Yes, the woods looked ominous and it was better to
stay on the path.

Taking a deep breath, he faced the route and took another step.
It was then that something caught his eye. A small note was
tacked onto the bottom of the signpost and he thought it odd that
he had missed the little piece of paper moments earlier. He could
have sworn it wasn't there!"

Shrugging, he read the addition. It said:

"One more thing! Don't worry about the strange feelings that have
overcome you. They are normal for all human boys who come to
CummyLand. Be aware, though, that they are going to help you, and
tempt you, throughout your journey! Prepare yourself!"

Collin scrunched up his face. What feelings was the sign talking
about?

Suddenly, Collin felt strange all over. It wasn't a bad feeling,
just unusual. Collin wiggled as he stood still and his nose
flared as he tried to make sense of the new odd feelings coursing
though his body. He felt warm and pleasant. Cool and tingly.
Itchy and full of energy. His bare feet felt wonderful against
the brick path and, without warning, a sudden pressure in the
front of his athletic shorts caused Collin to look down.

Collin had chosen not to wear underwear that morning and he could
feel and see his penis pushing urgently against his loose running
shorts. He grabbed his waistband and pulled it open, looking down
at his smooth hairless boycock. Collin gasped. His cock was
really stiff!

Dropping his shorts to the ground, Collin grasped his hard four
inches in his right hand and began to slowly masturbate for the
first time. Though he'd never played with himself before, the
funny feelings were directing his hand movements and he soon
found the most wonderful rhythm. Pleasure coursed through his
body and Collin found himself lying on his back and eagerly
pumping his hairless tool as he groaned and grunted. Slickness
had begun to spill out of the tip and his hand, now frictionless,
sped over his glands. "Ahhh! YEAHHH!" he groaned, loving the
feeling.

To make it easier to play with himself, the twelve-year-old had
spread his legs slightly and lifted his hips up off the ground.
This new angle caused his butt cheeks to part slightly and
exposed his small pink rosebud to the forest around him. A slight
gust of wind tickled the virginal opening and Collin's eyes
bugged out. Without thinking, he snaked his left hand around his
bottom and used his middle finger to trace and tickle his horny
little asshole. The feelings were increasable.

"OHH OHH OHHH" Collin chanted as his body reacted to the new
stimulus. Getting an idea, he removed the naughty finger and
shoved it into his mouth, coating it with slick saliva. Rapidly
moving it back to his eager hole, Collin plunged it in deep into
himself and cried out in pleasure.

Shot after shot of cock-snot erupted from his rock hard boycock
and covered his shirt and neck and face. "AHHH! AHHH! OHH!!!" he
cried as each blast erupted. His first orgasm raced through him
from toes to crown and back, over and over again, and the little
boy wiggled and writhed on the beginning of the brick path.

Soon, the feelings subsided and Collin, still a bit weak-kneed,
stood up and grinned. That was INCREDIBLE! The itchy warm funny
feelings had not retreated completely but Collin felt totally in
control of himself and focused on the task at hand. He had to
follow the path! Taking off his worn old tee-shirt that was
already covered in the gooey spunk, he wiped himself off as best
he could and, realizing the shirt was now useless, tossed it to
the side of the path. Sliding the running shorts up his coltish
legs and over his half-erect member, the preteen wandered down
the path in search of adventure.



1B (End the Story).

"That's stupid," Collin said loudly. Telling him not to leave the
path! What kind of sign demands that he not follow his gut? It's
his adventure, after all. Glancing at the path with sudden
distaste, Collin crinkled his nose. No thanks!

Turning on his heels, Collin picked an opening in the trees and
left the little glade where he'd been standing. He was going to
have his own adventure and no sign was going to tell him what to
do!

Collin wandered for three days, totally lost in the forest and
never coming across the path again. Then, as the morning broke on
the fourth day, Collin found himself snug in his bed at home only
to learn that he was waking up on the same day he had left!
Collin lived the rest of his life, forever wondering what he had
missed by going off the path.