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 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: 2/6/18

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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 so 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 get home.  Or don't.  We don't care.  A
word of advice, though, is don't wonder off the path.  You won't like the
consequences.  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 incredible.

   "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 his toes to
his 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 AWESOME!  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 woke up some time later, sunlight streaming through his bedroom
window.  He was...  back home?  He glanced to the side of his bed and
grunted at his Xbox and TV.  Yep.  Back home.  The last thing he remembered
was walking into the darkness of the forest.  What adventures, the boy
wondered that day and for many days to come, had he missed out on by
leaving the path?