The Lost Boy Ch. 13

A.N. Hey :3

Told you guys it would be quick! Like I said I have a backlog of completed chapters both from this story and others that I will continue to upload.

The Following Contains: Girls with cocks inserting them into boys with butts. Also in this chapter if you're not a fan of trap on trap, or femboys fooling around with each other, one being less willing than the other, you should steer clear.

Regardless! I hope you enjoy :)

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"Oooohh...fuuuuck...." Ian quietly moaned, his toes curling as he spread his legs apart a bit wider. Currently, he lay stark naked, sprawled out on his bed, his left hand grasping and squeezing the blankets under him, while his right gripped his little cock and furiously pumped it hard and fast. Images of his beautiful black lover Gloria. It had been two weeks since his encounter with the temptress that she was, but he had been on sexual overdrive every single minute that went by.

He leaned up on his elbow to look down and watch his hand work his boyhood, still clawing at the sheets with all the strength he could muster. The tiny claws on the ends of his fingertips poked out and through the fluffy material.

His body tingled and his cock sang with happiness as he stroked it. This wasn't a slow casual massage of his genitals though as he had done whenever he masturbated before. Namely to the image of the girl next door through his window.

Only recently, his fantasies had wildly changed, as did the pace of his hand.

The four inch prick squeezed between his fingers was being jerked frantically, his smallish balls bounced, jumping and churning up another load of jizz just ready to blow. His fist twisted and pulled, desperate to get it out.

Ian's breathing was heavy and labored, "Uuuggg...yes...yess..." He panted, voice arching as the pressure built up in the pit of his belly. The twisting of the coil buried within his pelvis began to get too tight to bare. Clear precum leaked and streamed down his little pink tip and drooled onto his hand, slicking him up and giving a natural lubrication to his aggressive stroking. Eyes squeezing shut and more images of the Biology teacher.

The gorgeous predatory golden eyes of her lioness like form, the long silky black hair, huge hefty tits bouncing slightly, as her hips sawed forward and back, feeding her cock in and out of Ian's face.

"OooohhhooOOOHHH!" He came...again. "Aahh! Aaaaahaa!" His eyes reopened to watch his lower body jerk and thrust upward, humping into the air as he fucked his hand. Milky white sperm flew from his tip, spurting up and out of his little dick. It flew several feet into the air before plummeting back down and splattering along his chest and even blasting out far enough to hit him in his own face. On instinct, his tongue emerged from his lips and swiped along them to catch a taste of his own sweet essence, and his throat quickly contracted swallowing it down.

His balls pulsed out as much as they could release from the tiny amount of space they held, which resulted in about seven or eight shots jetting out before the sharp jolts of his orgasm began to subside. Ian's chest heaving with each breath, his skin prickled with goosebumps and his grasp softening on his hard cock.

His still...hard...cock...

"Ughh come ooonn..." He fell back onto his pillow, releasing the stubborn organ and bringing his fingers up to his lips to suck on the cum coated digits. He'd grown unsettlingly fond of his own flavor, and whenever he shot a nut of his own he was always impatiently trying to get it into his mouth and down his throat faster than it even came out of his balls. But the candy sweet taste of his slippery cum also had a bittersweet nature to it, that being the fact that this was the fifth time he had masturbated today. And his cock had not gone soft at all. "This is insane...I'm going crazy."

This had become the norm now, before his odd encounter with Gloria, he masturbated maybe semi-regularly, and if he ever tried to do it multiple times in a day it would take quite the effort. The most he could do was twice MAYBE three times. Definitely not five or six...or seven. But now he couldn't get his dick to stay down! No matter what he did he was horny all the time, so much so that his cock would hurt whenever he tried to ignore it. He didn't even seem to chafe or receive any blisters from the constant rubbing, he could just keep going and going forever it seemed. Kleenex and toilet paper were becoming more of a priority in his life than food and water was from the messes he was making in his house.

He would cum quickly, not being able to last very long due to just the level of needed release that boiled within him. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem to satisfy himself. In both meanings of the word, as in his cock apparently wanted more, and so did he mentally.

His forearm came up to rest over his head, still panting from dropping yet another load. Frustration and confusion now beginning to surface, none of the times he jerked off over the past two weeks had given him the satisfaction he was seeking so desperately.

Obviously his cock was wanting something more than just his hand, no matter what he tried though, porn, different positions in bed, kinky fantasies...even fingering himself. Lifting his leg up and using his left hand to push his unoccupied digits into his ass. None of it was enough, and Ian was left on the brink of insanity at the thought of being stuck like this for another minute.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..." Ian whined, dick twitching again, demanding that he satiate it. "I can't, I've tried everything what do you want from me?" He sat up again, half laying down to look at his persisting erection. "I've given you more attention than my mothers for weeks! And still you don't leave me alo-...I'm talking to my penis..." He collapsed back down on his pillow again. "Yup, I've fucking gone nuts." He slapped both hands over his face, hiding himself from his shame. "Urrrrrgg, whyyy. Ever since..."

'Ever since you had a cock up your ass...'

Ian sat bolt straight up. "What the fuck?" His head whirled around the bedroom. He could've sworn he had heard a voice clear as day. It was almost like it was just a normal thought, like any other that you would have throughout the day only this just seemed to come out of nowhere. He'd heard of intrusive thoughts before but that was...just strange. Like it wasn't from his brain, like he heard another person's thoughts. But despite the startling nature of it, it actually made him realize that it was true.

The last time he had felt a good orgasm was the night that he had spent with Gloria

"Ever since...I had a...cock...in my ass..." He repeated the intrusive dialogue this time of his own volition. His hand wandered over to his belly and rested the palm against the soft skin. Oh how it felt when it was inside him...he could remember feeling that huuuge stick of deflowering meat punching into his tummy so hard. So rough, "So good..." Maybe the Biology teacher had fucked up his internal wiring. Maybe the sex they had threw his body for a loop and he was only able to experience genuine pleasure from anal orgasms now. He could buy that sure, but it didn't explain why his dick wouldn't go soft. "It doesn't explain everything she talked about either, or what happened to me..."

He remembered the prick of those two tiny little horns emerging from his head, the tail coming from just above his rear, and of course the wings sprouting out of his back.

Something was clearly going on that Ian didn't understand in the slightest, but he couldn't spend time to think about it and try to get to the bottom of things because he was too damn keyed up and can't focus on anything but finding relief!

The life he knew went from perfect, to he had no idea what the fuck was going on. In the wake of his "rape", everything in his world had turned upside down.

And attending school was far worse, his work effort was dropping like bad habits from his lack of concentration, and his relationships with both his family and friends had also taken a dive.

Peter had missed several days of school in a row and when he finally came back he was quiet. Usually he was a talker and a know it all in class, but he had receded into a silent demeanor that unsettled most of their teachers deeply. Ian voluntarily chose to try and stay away from Cassie for a little while until he was able to figure out a way to solve his little problems with his privates. Afraid that he might say or do something stupid since people make dumb decisions when they're horny. Plus, he didn't really have any loose pants or shorts to wear, his Mom's only bought him mostly form fitting pants or plain jeans and tight shorts. Not that he complained of course since he liked them, but in this situation, it caused him to need to hold a book to his pelvis a lot.

Feles had remained practically unfazed by the night at the bar, of course. But not only that, his flirting had escalated to a point where Ian had to consciously put distance between the two. Because like he said, people make stupid decisions when they're horny, and he'd never been so turned on by another boy's flirting before.

He tried to justify it by saying that everything made him horny right now, and also Feles was pretty feminine looking. Hell, he thought he was a girl the first time he saw him! But still, the fact that he was having such dirty thoughts about him made him...uncomfortable. So he tried to avoid him whenever he could.

Someone else he was also avoiding like the plague was Ms. Carter herself. On more than one occasion she had tried to get him alone, asking to see him after class and telling him to stay after school. Even trying to confront him wandering the hallways. It had taken all of the intelligence and excuses he could muster to be able to keep away from her. But it was growing increasingly hard to do. When you're trapped in the same building for six hours a day and she knows you're schedule, he knew he could only avoid her for so long.

Part of him wanted her to catch him alone, corner him against a wall in school or grab him and throw him in an empty classroom... Or maybe like a Janitor's closet and have her perverted way with him again. He hadn't given into the urges yet though because who knew what would happen if he did? What if this non-stop erection only got worse? What if the horns and the tail didn't go away after they were done? How would he explain that to everyone else?

"Ugh...I need a drink..." Ian groaned, stepping up from his bed and moving to exit his bedroom. Not bothering to put his clothes on, it was very late at night and his Mom's had gone to bed, so he felt like he would be okay.

He made a quick stop to the bathroom first to wash himself off of the remaining sticky cum on his tummy and thighs, then proceeded quietly downstairs to the kitchen. Smallish hairless cock gently bouncing with each sway of his slender hips, another thing that seemed to not go away after his sex with Gloria was his new slightly curvy body shape.

Not that he noticed much of a difference due to being focused on...other areas of his body.

Going into the dark kitchen, he didn't bother turning on any lights as he knew his way around quite well. He found his way to the cupboard where they kept their glasses and then opened the door to the fridge. Light flooded the kitchen and Ian bent over to look into the cold space for something to drink.

Unaware of the pair of glowing purple eyes boring into his supple rear just behind him.

Ian took out the milk jug from the fridge and poured himself a cup, hoping that the ice cold liquid would chill his insides and calm him down. He then replaced the jug and began to guzzle the white liquid down in long thirsty gulps. His eyes watched it while it poured into his mouth, and he could feel his throat flexing and undulating like he had done before. When he swallowed his own sweet...

"For the love of God." Ian thought, truly perplexed at how he could be making something as innocent as drinking milk a sexually perverse act. "I need help."

After downing the drink, he placed the empty cup into the sink and shut the fridge door, ready to return to his bedroom and try to find a way to sleep.

Only as he spun around to head back up the stairs, in the dark space before him he was able to make out the standing silhouette of a woman, only a few feet away behind the island in the center of the kitchen.

"Aah!" Ian yelped jumping back in surprise, quickly however recognizing the feint details he could see in the light coming from the living room windows provided by the moon. "M-mom!?" His hands flew down between his legs and tried to push down his still standing erection, which was just pointing directly at his mother Liline. "Mom!? I uhh-I'm so sorry, I thought...I thought you were asleep. I..." He tried to huddle low, very conscious of his nakedness now while his mom stood there in silence.

Just watching him.

Remembering him...

'Are you trying to make me attack you?' Liline asked as she walked by the kitchen, where a naked Ian had snuck out of bed for some midnight snack cookies.

He offered her an embarrassed smile, his nude form leaning over the counter where the cookies she had baked him earlier were set and wrapped in plastic wrap. 'I thought you were ashhleep..." He said with his mouth full of chocolatey dough.

Ian seemed to have a habit of walking around the house butt naked when they were supposed to be in bed.

Not that Liline was complaining of course, 'Baby, at this point you're just asking for it.'

He didn't verbally respond, he just batted his eyes up at her and continued to nibble on his stolen treat.

Liline's lips were trembling, her breathing was quiet and shaky. He was there, before her now like a beautiful virgin angel bathed in moonlight.

She wanted him, she wanted him so bad. She could feel her womanhood pressing up against the silk night robe she had put on, the tips of her fingers holding it down through the side pocket to keep it concealed. She got up when she heard Ian do the same, he'd been acting strange and staying up very late so Liline was curious as to what he was up to. Besides, both herself and Sin were having problems sleeping recently because Ian's aura had changed drastically.

His power was pulsing and filling the house with his scent which use to be delicious enough, but now it was amplified easily by one hundred, and both women were becoming strained. Living in the same home without being able to have him was driving them crazy, but they held back for fear of ruining everything they were trying to build and vented their arousal through fucking each other. Of course, neither of them were aware that Gloria had already fucked their boy, which is why his powers were beginning to spiral out of control. So they still believed they needed to preserve his innocence as best they could. Completely shattering it might have some negative effects as Melody warned them about.

However, if there was ever a time to feel tempted to just say fuck it and throw caution to the wind, it was now.

The Sherriff's cock throbbed, and Ian's cock throbbed as the two eyed each other from across the room. She could smell his arousal, he was such a hormonal horny teenager that he smelt turned on practically all the time. Oh how easy it would be to take him, he was already nude, she could just throw him against the counter and fuck him raw.

Like she used to.

Like they use to when it was just the two of them.

"Don't do it...you'll ruin everything..." Liline battled her basic instincts. The desire to fuck and feed, drain him dry like a bottle of the finest wine. She knew he would refill, he was their half-breed, only he didn't know it yet. She could suck as much energy out of him that she wanted and he would be perfectly okay.

"Um...mom?" Ian quietly uttered, his own voice shaking as he awkwardly shuffled to the side, still covering up his boyhood as best he could. "I...think I'm gonna just...go back upstairs..." He said awkwardly. Liline was just standing there, her eyes practically wolfish as they glistened in the moonlight. The natural purple glow threatening to radiate from them at any moment.

Ian wasn't shocked to feel her stare exciting him, he could get turned on by anything in his current state. And that made him want to flee as quickly as possible, taboo fantasies of getting fucked in the ass were one thing. But fantasizing about his mom was...

'Fucking hot...'

He knew he had done it before, when Feles had briefly come over that one time. But that was it, that ONE time. Only now he was feeling the strongest urge to do it again...

Liline's eyes never left him as he sidestepped along the island counter, trying to make his way over to the stairs again, he was worried she would watch him the whole time and see him trying to cover up his hardened little cock.

When he finally made it to the edge, the point of no return, he glanced between the stairs and his mother. Her eyes still feasting on his naked upper torso, her mind waring with herself, "Maybe just...just a little bit...he'll be fine...I can have just a little..." Liline's dick was practically drooling, it's long lost soul mate only a few feet away. And it had been so long since it was comfortably tucked away inside his amazing love hole. She wanted it...so bad... "Don't do it...please...let him go...don't do it...don't..."

"Mommy?"

Her heart quivered. Her breathing shuddered. Her body tingled. Her cock twitched.

"Yes! Oh yes Mommy! Please make me cum!"

"I...I know, I'm meeting my mom...tomorrow..." He panted, "But...is...is it okay...if I call you mommy...just for tonight?"

She leaned closer to her boy and said, "Fuck yeah it is baby..."

Ian grinned, "Please fuck me mommy..."

Liline smashed her lips against his, and their bodies bucked together satiating the most natural desire in the world.

"...Go back to bed Ian..." Liline said, her hushed voice barely above a whisper. And with every fiber of her being screaming at her, she looked away. Turning her head in the other direction so that Ian may run by her and upstairs.

Ian jumped on the opportunity and darted by her in all his nakedness, thanking his mom mentally for her appreciation for modesty.

She could hear his bare feet padding up the carpet and up the stairs in a quick dash until she also heard his bedroom door close. A breath escaped her that she didn't realize she had been holding and her white knuckled fists finally unclenched after practically cutting into her palm with her nails. The natural glow of her irises finally shining and brightening the room with a purple light.

She actually followed him upstairs after that and stood outside his door, she could feel him just on the other side of it. His back against the wood, panting hard, sweaty, confused, and so fucking horny.

Ian thought that maybe he was done with masturbating for the day, but now as he looked down at his aching boyhood, the tip literally dripping with a string of precum from the rush he got by being watched by his mother. He was reconsidering not yet going to sleep.

"Maybe just...one more...just one more..." Hesitantly he reached down to touch his prick again. Images of his Mommy now filling his flustered mind.

Liline gently put her palm to the door. "Oh, my baby boy..." She felt him, he was touching himself and gently, she prodded into his mind from behind the doorway. There she could already feel herself within him. He was thinking about her in his fantasy, and her heart felt light. Butterflies fluttered around in her belly and a relieved smile crept onto her face. Her Ian was still in there, she wanted him back. But taking him now might undo all the progress made, so she begrudgingly stayed on the opposite side of the door. Just leaning her forehead against it, closing her purple glowing orbs and feeling him for a while longer. "I miss you...I miss you so much Ian...my..." She blinked, what the Hell was she about to think.