Cross the river

You know what they say, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, or in this case, the river. You take your shoes and socks off, and roll up your pants. The water is cold, and a little bit deeper than you thought it'd be, with every step the water line rising. At first it was just the ankles, but then the knees, your pants absorbing water and clinging to your skin, sending uncomfortable feeling of cold shock up your spine. Halfway through the water is up to your waist, and you're almost knocked over by the current. Wait, what was that slippery thing that just touched you?... No, it was just a fish, or at least you hope it was just a fish. You get the heck out of the river like a kid running back to their room from the toilet at night.

As you put your shoes back on, you feel something strange. It's as if you were receiving a blowjob, and quite a skilled one at that, and that's when you notice something wriggling under you pants. You're almost afraid to look, but you have to see. You unzip your pants...

...Enveloping your cock is the biggest leech you have ever seen. It's attached to the base, it's fleshy warm insides pulsating in a rhythm. You suddenly orgasm, pumping into this leech, it's body inflating slightly, and you can see your white cum through its translucent coal black skin. Your knees buckle and you fall to the ground. You try in panic to pull it off, but it's attached to you too firmly. You remember reading that you should let leeches do their thing, as they pop off painlessly when they're done, but then again they never mentioned foot long, cock sucking leeches.

You orgasm again against your control, gushing a second load into it. Your mind starts to go foggy, a voice telling you to keep it, to feed it, to accept it. Yessss... It does feel good... Doesn't it? You grab the leech with your clawed hands, helping it suck you off . You groan with a gutterral tone, your teeth fanged, your eyes yellowed, your skin greyed. It feels like a permanent fleshlight, making you cum again and again, becoming a permanent feature, a second cock over your old one; a better cock.

You wander the countryside as an infected for the rest of your life, the leech giving you orgasms as intense as your first one almost every hour on the dot. Soon you're mindless even to the other infected standards, and you're used as a sex toy by any that wander by.

And you can't imagine living any other way.