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: 7/16/18

Dear Reader: Thank you for taking the time to read my work. If
you wish to drop me a line, feel free. My email address is
(CreepingDawn@protonmail.com) and I look forward to hearing from
you.

Without further ado...


Epilogue

Collin had many adventures in CummyLand. He spent time in the harem of 
a sultan. He was turned into a centaur and fucked for days by a pack of 
wild stallions. He screwed with mermaids. He serviced dwarves underneath 
a mountain. Hundreds and hundreds of adventures flew by as the boy 
traveled, conquering each new challenge before the spirit of adventure 
called him onward.

But, alas, all things must end. For Collin, that ending came rather abruptly 
late one evening as the path he was following, which was winding through 
a dense dark forest, suddenly came to a huge oak tree and ended.

"What the..." Collin said to himself, looking around. The forest was quiet, 
but the boy was concerned. The path had never ended before.

The boy examined the tree and discovered a small hole in the roots, big 
enough for him to squeeze into and dark enough for the boy to be 
intrigued. He remembered, of course, that this whole adventure started 
when he crawled into a deep dark place underneath a tree and he grinned. 
Perhaps Cummyland was telling him something? Shrugging, the boy got on 
hands and knees and worked his way underneath, eager to see what lay 
beyond.

A sudden bright light forced the boy to close his eyes and stand, his senses 
flooding back to him as the sounds of birds filled the air.

"Honey!" he heard a woman call.

"Mom?" he suddenly said, his voice cracking. It was his mother! He was in 
his yard. It was daytime!

"Honey," she said, stepping out of their house. "I made lemonade. Why 
don't you come in and have some. And look at you! Your clothes are so 
dirty! You're such a boy!"

She rolled her eyes at him and went inside, her dress swishing behind her.

Collin looked at himself and sighed. He was wearing the same outfit he had 
been when he entered Cummyland what was apparently only moments 
before. His adventure... was over.

A sudden sparkle out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he 
looked behind an exposed root to see... the newest Call of Duty game! It... 
It wasn't due to be released for two months! How...?

Grinning at his good fortune, the boy grabbed the game and raced inside. 
As he pondered this wonderful turn of events, all thoughts of Cummyland 
fled his mind.


PostScript: Dear Readers, I never properly finished Collin in Cummyland 
and have chosen to do so now. It was a lot of fun when I wrote it several 
years ago and I had always intended to come back and write some more. 
Since I haven't, I've decided to finish the story officially. Thank you for 
reading!