Benjamin squirmed inside his sleeping bag. The fourteen year-old had a raging boner, but there were three other boys sharing his tent and he did not want to be caught beating off. Were they asleep? He had turned toward the canvas side, but there was some sort of flickering light on – maybe one of them was playing with a phone or a game.
Masturbating silently would be really difficult, and the movement of his arm would be a dead giveaway. He knew that other boys masturbated – a few of them had done it together last year when they were exploring the first stages of puberty. But that was before they started getting results. Now it was joked about, but no one ever ‘did it’ with someone else around. He felt really frustrated, one hand slowly rubbing his straining member.
“If only we could beat off whenever we wanted.” Benjamin flushed, not recognizing the almost inaudible, high-pitched voice. Although he was embarrassed, it seemed at least one of the other boys here had similar thoughts. He sighed, still facing away from the speaker, and muttered “I wish.”
“Granted!” The unfamiliar voice seemed to move suddenly, and Benjamin twisted around to see a pulsing glow near the top of the tent. In the center of the glow was… a tiny person? He blinked, and stared harder. What looked to be a slender older teen with wild purple hair and insect wings hovered above them, no more than three or four inches long.
Benjamin’s mouth dropped open, and he started to speak. But the next moment he gasped and arched back in his sleeping bag as his rigid cock suddenly sent a powerful wave of pleasure as it pumped out a splatter of semen. He grabbed his penis and rubbed it to prolong the pleasure, eyes widening at the incredible orgasm. He’d never experienced anything like this before, and groaned and twisted in his sleeping bag.
The movement sent new thrills of pleasure up his legs and body that exploded around his head. His sleeping bag seemed to contract around him, the inside getting suddenly slick. It was hard to think with the powerful sensations rolling through him. Benjamin was dimly aware that he was making too much noise, that the others would wake and see him and make jokes for weeks afterwards. Except that as his tent mates woke and twisted around, they were obviously hit by the same intense pleasure. He heard them gasping and grunting, and saw their sleeping bags contort and twist.
The orgasmic sensations rolled up his body in waves, a sense of pressure that was oddly even. The other boys were gasping in the same rhythm, and he managed to twist around to look. Jerry, the boy directly next to him, was flushed and wide-eyed, and started to gasp ‘Fuck!’ with each contortion. Benjamin had to strain to concentrate on anything but his own pleasure, but strange movement around Jerry’s sleeping bag caught his eye.
It took a moment to register that the sleeping bag was what was moving. Except that it no longer looked like a sleeping bag. What should have been bright blue nylon fabric was now some sort of brown, coarse skin that rippled up from the bottom, rounding out into a tube-like shape.
A shock of recognition broke through Benjamin’s constant orgasm, and he twisted his head so look at himself. He, and apparently the other boys in the tent, were encased in what looked like thick foreskins! As he stared, a ripple of his own rounded base rolled up his body, and he went rigid as the most intense pleasure yet filled his mind. He opened his mouth to shout, only to spew forth thick, salty liquid.
Some small corner of Benjamin’s mind still functioned enough to understand that this was all horribly wrong, and ordered his arms to yank the pulsing foreskin back, to slide out and stop what was happening. But as the next wave of pressure moved up his body, he discovered that it was already far too late. No arms responded, no fingers moved. His body elongated, stiff and throbbing, the top of what was now a slick, hot foreskin closing around his head, then sliding back as he grew out. The pressure was inside him now, distending his boneless body, swelling him up and out.
He could see Jerry, obviously a massive uncircumcised cock, ejaculate a mass of semen as his head dropped back and his face began to widen. At the same time, Benjamin’s head started to sink into the rounded mass of what had been his body. He got a last glimpse of the other two boys beyond Jerry, huge, dark penises that contorted and throbbed in pleasure. Then sound and sight was gone, smell faded, and all that was left was the orgasmic pleasure and a thick taste of semen as it gushed out again from what had been his mouth.