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   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: 2/12/18

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   Without further ado...

   Chapter 2 (Man/boy)

   Hours later, Collin was beginning to become concerned.  Adventures were
supposed to be exciting but walking in the dark woods was becoming a bit
tedious.  Maybe, he began to wonder, things would be more exciting if he
strayed from the path?  It was worth some thought.

   The path itself was somewhat narrow but regularly twisted and turned
throughout the forest and caused Collin to completely lose track as to
which way he was heading.  The bricks themselves were smooth and cool on
his bare feet and Collin was pleased that he had yet to step on anything
sharp.  He'd thought about wearing shoes that day but he loved the feeling
of grass on his feet and decided to play barefoot outside.  He hoped he
didn't regret that decision later, especially if the path became covered in
nettles or other sharp bits of forest refuse.

   A sudden THWACK boomed in the distance, startling Collin and causing him
to pick up his pace.  That was interesting, he thought.  THWACK.  It
sounded again, though closer.  Within moments, the bend in the path took
Collin to another small clearing and Collin grinned at what he saw.  A
large log cabin with a thatched roof stood on one side of the clearing
while the path continued to meander through the glen before disappearing
into the forest beyond.  Standing next to the cabin was a huge bear of a
man holding a wicked looking axe and causally chopping firewood.

   The man was naked, Collin could see, and was covered in a thick mat of
body hair.  Strong and built like a mountain, Collin wasn't sure if he'd
ever seen someone so large.  The man's muscles rippled in the daylight and
it was clear he was sweating with the exertion.  But most startling for
Collin was the sight of the man's large erection swinging mightily in front
of him as he moved around, bouncing in time with his axe strikes.  Collin's
jaw dropped at the sight.  The man, oblivious to Collins presence,
continued to chop wood.

   Collin moved into the glade and the man turned, suddenly spotting him,
and waved good-naturedly.  "Ho boy!  You heading down the path?"

   "Um Yes sir." Collin shouted before walking quickly toward the man. 
They exchanged grins as Collin got close enough to shake the man's hand.

   "Call me Woodsman!" the man said in a deep and affectionate tone. 
"Welcome to my home."

   "Collin" said the boy, taking the man's offered hand.  Woodsman's
massive paw engulfed Collin's boyish hand and was firm and warm and
comforting.

   "Well Collin, it's nice to meet you.  Say, would you like some lunch?"

   Collin's eye's lit up.  "Yes," he said quickly, "I'd love some!"
Collin's parents had always told him not to talk to or accept food from
strangers but falling through a magic hole into CummyLand probably counted
as an exceptional circumstance.

   "Excellent!" Woodsman responded with a lopsided grin.  "Before we eat,
though, I have a few more logs to chops.  Will you help?"

   Before Collin knew it, he was assisting Woodsman with chopping firewood
and the two fell into a companionable silence.  Somehow, Collin knew that
Woodsman would not answer too many questions about this strange land but
that didn't bother the boy.  As the next hour passed, both man and boy
worked up an incredible sweat.

   Woodsman grunted in satisfaction at the large pile of firewood that now
stood next to his house and turned to the boy.  "Well Collin, it's time to
eat.  Before we go in, though, you should take off those pants of yours. 
They are soaked through and you'll be so much more comfortable in the
buff!"

   Collin grinned at the man and slid the wet shorts off entirely.  Before
he could react, Woodsman snagged them from him and put them in a small
alcove next to the door.  Then, taking Collin by the shoulder, the two nude
and sweaty figures entered the home.

   The cabin was tastefully decorated and cleaner than any home Collin had
ever been in.  Woodsman directed Collin to a large table and insisted that
Collin sit in the only seat available.  Then, the big man began to putter
around the kitchen while asking Collin all about himself.  The two talked
while Woodsman assembled a large serving platter of cheese and meat and
fruit and bread.  A feast, it seemed to Collin, was piled onto the platter
before the man hefted the dish and dropped it in front of Collin.

   As there was only one huge chair, Collin thought to ask if Woodsman
wanted to sit while Collin stood.  He was cut short when the big man lifted
Collin up, sat down quickly, and deposited the startled boy onto his lap.
Collin, for his part, enjoyed the warm and sweaty body while the man's
massive cock settled hotly between Collin's butt cheeks.

   For the next few minutes, man and boy ate from the same plate with
gusto. At some point, though, Collin realized the man's hands had begun to
explore his body instead of the available food.  "Hmmm." Collin moaned
quietly as Woodsman's hands pinched his small nipples, stroked his now
aching cocklett, and teased his low hanging balls.

   "Just say it, boy" Huntsman whispered into Collins ear.  "Say you want
me to fuck you senseless."

   Collin moaned again, lost in the good feelings of his body.  "Fuck me
senselessssss" he groaned, echoing the big man without actually
understanding him.  The man grinned and, grasping the boy around the waist,
raised him slightly while positioning his slick cock at Collins
unsuspecting asshole.  With one fast motion, he pulled the startled boy
down while thrusting his straining member upwards.  The cock met no real
resistance and slid balls deep into the pre-teen.

   "AHHH OHHH SHITTTT YEAHHH AHHH!!!!" squealed Collin as Woodsman stood
suddenly and began to fuck Collin in powerful deep thrusts.  Collin wailed
in unexpected joy as his chest was pressed into the food and his upturned
asshole was plundered for the first time.  As he was fucked on the edge of
the table, the boy couldn't help but marvel that there was no pain.  Only
pleasure coursed through his young ripe body.  In fact, for what seemed
like quite some time, Collin floated in a haze of pleasure.  Never had
anything felt so good!

   The man didn't stop and continued to pound into him while bending over
and grasping Collins head.  Woodsman tilted the boy's face towards his and
kissed him, his tongue invading the youngster just as his cock continued to
do so.  Collin tasted honey and mint and something meaty.  He loved it.  He
wanted it.  Within heartbeats, Collin was kissing Woodsman back with the
passion of a practiced lover.

   The man reached under them and began to stroke Collin's cock.  Though it
was only four inches long and Woodsman's hand dwarfed it, the big sweaty
giant's fingers played the boy's tool to perfection, using the boy's own
ample secretions to piston up and down the quivering flesh.  Collin moaned
into Woodman's mouth at the new sensations while the man's tongue dominated
his own.

   Still Woodsman didn't slow; his long thick pole hammering the
defenseless boy.  Fast and hard.  Deep and powerful.  He fucked the boy
relentlessly while jerking the youngster off to greater and greater highs.

   "Stay," the man said wolfishly into the boy's ear quite suddenly.  "Say
you'll stay with me forever.  Be my boy-wife and I will fuck you senseless
forever."

   "AAAAUGGGHHHH!!!!" Colling groaned, the offer cutting though his haze of
pleasure and tempting him with it's heavenly embrace.  Should he stay with
Woodsman?  Could he be fucked forever?

   A powerful orgasm began to build within his body and, as it reached it's
crescendo, the boy screamed.

   [StorySplit 2A/2B)

   2A (Continue the Story)

   "NOOO!  NOO!!!!" Images of his family and friends, his school and his
Xbox, flashed through Collin's mind as his powerful climax was ripped out
of him.  His journey wasn't going to end here!  He had still too much to
do!

   Collin's cock bounced rapidly up and down as blast after blast of cum
erupted forth and the boy groaned in denial and release.  The pleasure!  Oh
the pleasure!  It was sooooo tempting.

   Woodsman groaned as well, knowing the boy had almost been his.  With a
rapid shake and a loud PLOP, Woodsman pulled out of the shivering boy and,
spinning Collin around, put the boy's glazed over face right in front of
his own straining tool.  Grasping the cock firmly, he flicked his wrist a
half-dozen times before erupting his huge load onto the shocked boy's
beautiful lips and perfect nose.

   Half an hour later, Collin found himself leaving the clearing while
waving warmly at the big bear of a man who stood leaning against his
wonderful little cabin.  Woodsman had let him take a bath out back to get
cleaned up and had given Collin a simple linen shawl to wear, having
good-naturedly refused to give Collin his athletic shorts back.  Naked from
the waist down but with renewed energy, Collin soon lost sight of the man
as the path meandered around a bend.



   2B (End the Story).

   "YESSS!  YESSS!  I WILLL!!!!" He didn't want anything else but to have
Woodsman on top of him forever.  Nothing else mattered.  Only the sweat and
passion and the wonderfully delirious climax that was now coursing through
him.  Spurt after spurt fired out of Collin's twitching cock as his tight
asshole clamped onto the still fucking body behind him, Woodman's powerful
thrusts not abating as the boy shivered and came.

   Woodsman smiled and moved across the room towards his huge bed.  Collin,
still impaled on Woodman's massive cock, bounced rapidly on the pole with
each of the giant man's steps.  The young boy drooled all over himself as
his orgasm began to ebb and another began to build.  Woodsman didn't
notice. Pushing the boy onto the bed, Woodsman crouched over Collin and
began an even more furious assault on the moaning child's asshole.

   He smiled to himself.  It was going to be a long night of fucking and
his boy-wife was going to enjoy it.

   It was thus that Collin spent many years under Woodsman, acting as
dutiful wife while having earth-shattering orgasms each and every night.

   Then, one morning, many years in the future, Collin woke up to sunlight
streaming through his bedroom window.  His childhood bedroom.  He was... 
back home?  No longer in Cummyland?  He glanced to the side of his bed and
grunted at his Xbox and TV.  Yep.  Back home.  Jumping up and looking at
himself in the mirror, Collin gasped in surprise as his 12-year-old face
stared back at him.  He hadn't aged at all!  Checking the wall calendar,
Collin sighed in understanding.  It was the day he had traveled to
Cummyland.  Time in his world had not marched on.  Then, with a sudden
thought, the boy wondered what adventures he had missed out on by staying
with Woodsman?