Gayfeather, by Bull Waters, from a story by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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"Dick," cried Pa Rigby, "a coal for my pipe, son!"
The pipe was in the old man's mouth when he said these words. He'd tossed it there after filling it, but the fire hadn't been kindled that morning. As soon as the order was given, there was an intense red glow out of the bowl of the pipe, and a whiff of smoke came from Pa's lips. "Good boy, Dick." said Pa said to his son. "Now for making this scarecrow. Sit outside the open door, in case I need you again."
"Yes, Pa," said Dick.
Pa had risen at sunrise in order to start making a scarecrow, which he intended for the middle of his cornfield. It was now the third week of May, and the crows and blackbirds had already discovered the little, green, rolled up leaf of the Indian corn just peeping out of the soil. So he decided to make as lifelike a scarecrow as possible. He wanted it done by noon that day. Now Pa Rigby, as most people knew, was one of the most powerful witches in the area, and could have easily made an ugly scarecrow. But instead, as he was in an uncommonly pleasant mood, and he made up his mind to produce something splendid, rather than horrible.
"I don't want to scare people," said Pa Rigby to himself. Instead, the scarecrow would resemble a fine gentleman. He took a branch from his willow broomstick, on which he'd taken an occasional airy ride late at night, and this became the backbone. An old broken broomstick became the arms, while the broken handles of a hoe and a rake became its legs. A piece from the broken leg of a chair gave him a member. An old sack filled with straw provided a torso. "But what to do for a head," exclaimed Pa.
Spying a pumpkin in the pantry, he cut two holes for the eyes and gashed out a mouth. With a knob in the middle for a nose, this was a handsome face. "There are uglier men in this village," he said. "It's a useful thing this pumpkin head will be. Now to transform you into a real gentleman"
He found a trunk of old clothes he'd found. People said it was the wardrobe of a Moor who'd once lived in the village, but had vanished without a trace. He selected a plum-colored coat made in London. It had embroidered cuffs and buttonholes. It was worn and patched, but it would do. There was a matching waistcoat and a pair of scarlet trousers. A pair of silk stockings easily slipped onto the wooden legs, and his late wife's wig just fit over the pate of the pumpkin. A three-cornered hat topped the handsome scarecrow.
"Dick," said Pa Rigby, "stop diddling with your dick! "Take your hand out of your pants and help me move this to the cornfield! We'll diddle together when we're finished." Pa and Boy lugged the figure and planted him amidst the green points. Standing there, looking respectable, he seemed to say, "Come look at me!"
"He's handsome, Pa," said Dick. "And you've even put a stick at the middle." Pa replied, "I've made many a puppet, but this is the finest of all." He looked at his son. "Now for your diddling," and with that, the two of them went inside, where they undressed and crawled into bed, Pa pleasuring son and son pleasuring Pa with each other's mouths. "Oh, Pa," exclaimed Dick, "your tongue knows just where to stroke!" "Of course it does, Dick. Don't forget," he said, "I have a dick for pleasuring, too!" With little effort, father and son spurted their sweet loads past one another's lips.
While filling his pipe the old man gazed at both his naked son and the figure out the window in the field. There was something about the wooden figure that made it look almost human. Pa was pleased with himself.
"Dick," he called, "another coal for my pipe!" Led by his hard cock, Dick walked to the fire and lit Pa's pipe. As Pa smoked, he leaned over and Dick plunged his own stick into Pa's inviting puckered hole. Puffing, Pa thought about his creation. "That puppet," he thought, is too good for the cornfield. Dick could stand there all day and do the same thing." He tolerated his son's thrusts a little longer and then demanded that he stop. "Fetch me the scarecrow, son!"
Dick walked into the garden and lifted it off its perch. He carried it inside and laid it on the bed. "What are you going to do, Pa?" he asked.
Pa puffed a while before replying, "Not sure." He studied it for a while, then said, "Dick, I didn't plan to dabble in magic today, but I'll make a man of this scarecrow, just to see what will happen."
"What should I do, Pa?" asked Dick. Pa told him to stick his dick into the pumpkin's mouth and start humping. Pa undid the trousers and fondled with his wooden knob. Now Pa Rigby was a strong wizard and he knew about the power of the male ejaculate. As his son was filling its mouth, the look in the face of the pumpkin seemed to change. Furthermore, the stick at the middle started to grow.
The wizard clapped his hands and smiled, whispering some words to himself. The yellow head took on facial features, as the stick began resembling a cock. The whole form showed signs of manhood, such as skin and a chest of hair the color of straw. He was turning into a fine specimen indeed. As Dick reached orgasm, the mouth appeared to swallow every drop, and the rigid stick in Pa's hand spurted semen as well.
'Well done, my pretty man! You sucked this lad as if for the pure pleasure of it!" he said as he thrust the pants down the masculine legs. "Now turn over so I can complete the spell!" With that, the figure turned over, and Pa thrust his hardened magic wand between the perfect round cheeks and fucked him. With each thrust and moan the figure became more and more of a man. He even beckoned Dick toward him and the two of them engaged in a hot kiss together. Over the next week Pa and Dick kept the man occupied, teaching him social graces and the pleasures of mansex. He took to it as a duck to water.
Now the village was holding a Spring Festival that would include a market, where locals would sell their wares. There was a box social, a theatrical and a party where there would be dancing. Pa and Dick always went to sell household necessaries, and they decided to take the scarecrow, whom they had named Laurence Gayfeather, with them. At the Festival, he was introduced as a visiting cousin, and the magistrate, members of the town council, merchants and elders of the church were all impressed by this sophisticated gentleman.
It was well-known among the villagers that there was no love lost between Pa Rigby and Judge Gookin, the local barrister. Therefore, it came as quite a surprise to Pa that no one was as fascinated by Laurence Gayfeather than Justin, the Judge's son. The two of them sat under a tree and talked the afternoon away. Pa noticed their attraction to one another, and determined to let it continue. Both Laurence and Justin made an impression among the single women at the dance, but both Pa and Dick could tell that the two men only had eyes for one another.
It came as no surprise, then, that as afternoon turned to evening, the two men disappeared. Even as the festivities ended, they were nowhere to be found. Justin had taken Laurence to his favorite hideaway, in the woods along the river. The two young men spread a blanket on the ground and before too long, were both naked, enjoying one another's young bodies. When each of them took the other's hard cock into their mouths, they knew the pleasures would last between them. Because of their need for sex, both men recovered quickly, so that, after making out, Laurence pulled Justin on top of him and thrust his hard cock deep into his handsome paramour's waiting ass. Before Laurence had filled his new lover with cream, Justin was certain that he was in love. They fell asleep in one another's arms and slept comfortably.
They made love one more time before they parted, but when he returned to Pa Rigby's, the scarecrow was looking worse for wear, so Pa had Dick lay down and Laurence sucked his cock. It should be noticed that the life of this illusion survived on sex and semen. Pa and Dick kept him naked and hard that full day, but still, his physique could have easily reverted. Pa realized he needed to use another spell. He mixed some herbs, made a paste from them and spread it in the scarecrow' pubic area. Whenever you feel yourself fading, this will start to itch and you'll need satisfaction. Just ask Dick or I, and we'll oblige you.
"I'll do that with pleasure, and I'll thrive."
"You're playing our role to perfection. This is a great trick to play on that Judge! Now rest, for tomorrow your ruse continues. I'm a better wizard than I was and I expect no wizard could do better. Come to bed, Dick," he said as they turned out the lights.
The following day, Laurence was presented with an oaken stick that, in his hand, became a gold-headed cane. So, as Pa watched, Gayfeather strode to town, hoping to spend the afternoon naked in bed with the Judge's son.
"Good afternoon, Laurence," said Justin as he opened the door. "My father's in court all day, so we have the house to ourselves." With that, he took the handsome man's hand and led him to bed. They undressed quickly, and within moments were naked in each others arms. Justin had never felt happier, and he slowly made his way down Laurence's chest, moving has face across the soft and gentle hairs as he licked, kissed and bit one nipple and then the other. Laurence was so thrilled when he felt the man's tongue on his hard cock, and he took no time at all to fill Justin's mouth with his hot sperm.
Within minutes, Laurence was on his back, legs over Justin's shoulders as he was being fucked. Their sex was passionate, until Justin caught sight of them in his bedroom mirror. Instead of two passionate men in the throes of pleasure, he saw himself having sex with what resembled some sticks and a pumpkin! He stood, his cock leaking manjuice, turned and, grabbing a robe, he left the room.
Laurence caught sight of himself in the mirror and understood that the wizard's magic had done it's work. Ashamed, he dressed quickly, found Justin seated quietly staring out a window, and let himself out of the house.
He meandered home, where he found Pa and Dick pleasuring themselves. "What's this?" he asked. "Did the good Judge throw you out after catching you in naked in his son's bedstead?"
"No," said the scarecrow, "I left on my own. My true image was captured in the glass. I'm nothing but sticks and squash. I'm asking that you put me where you intended me in the first place."
"So be it," said Pa. "My poor Gayfeather! If that's what you want, that's what you will be. Dick?"
"Pa?" said Dick.
"Carry him back to his perch in the garden, where he's meant to be," he said thoughtfully. "And when you return, fetch a coal for my pipe."