The clouds above rumbled as Peter Parker sat on the edge of a rooftop, his feet dangling over the edge above the city buzz. He was wearing his red and blue skin-tight spandex. The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was tired and sore after a night of stopping thugs and muggings. His mask was laying on the bricked wall beside him as rain fell from the skies, cooling him off in the cold water. It was nice. It was relaxing. It was a moment to himself. Peter’s fingers found themselves running down his body, over his pecs and along his abs, feeling the defined lines through the Lycra before reaching his bulge. Ever since he started going commando, it felt so much better. He squeezed the tightly wrapped meat and a soft moan immediately escaped his lips. He was horny. The adrenaline from the night had to be let out and he couldn't think of a better way. Peter could feel himself hardening in his grip, fast. The spandex was constricting around his meat as he rubbed it up and down, feeling his foreskin climb up and down his pole as he felt the rain continue to hit his face. Fantasies of getting fucked in alleyways by thugs crept into his mind, along with fantasies of someone catching him and promising to keep his secret for a taste.
“Fuck…” Peter whispered under his breath, his nipples erect and poking through the red spandex as he squeezed his throbbing manhood. He continued rubbing his hard on, picturing his ass getting fucked in different scenarios, but his Peter Tingle suddenly alerted him. “Hey Peter!” A voice called out. Peter’s head turned in horror to see his multiversal counterpart. It was the older, taller version of himself. He was also wearing his Spider-Man suit, though he soon pulled his mask off of his head. “Urrr n-now’s not exactly a good time.” Little Peter (the younger Peter) blurted out, blushing bright red. “Why, what's going on?” Big Peter (the older Peter) chuckled as he got closer. It didn't take him long to figure out what was going on, as Little Peter scrambled to his feet. He was trying to hide his hard on, but with skin-tight spandex it's impossible. “Ohhhhh…” Big Peter said, eyes widening. “Don't worry, it's fine. I do it all the time too.” He assured him, still getting closer. “You do?” Little Peter asked, his throat dry despite being soaked in the rain. “Absolutely. I've had little competitions with myself to see how far I can shoot it.” Big Peter smirked, looking out over the street. “Oh… Wow, isn't that kinda risky?” Little Peter asked, still covering himself. “That’s what makes it fun.” Big Peter winked as his own cock was growing in the blue spandex. But he had no interest in covering it up. “You don't have to feel embarrassed. I can help you out if you want?” Big Peter offered, intimately close as he looked down at his younger counterpart. “Wouldn't that be kinda weird? Aren't we basically brothers?” Little Peter asked, however his eyes were fixed on Big Peter’s. “I mean, not technically. If anything, it's just masturbation.” Big Peter shrugged, before running a hand down Little Peter’s chest and down his abs before caressing his fingertips against the throbbing bulge. Shivers went straight through Little Peter’s whole body. “Fuu-u-u-u-uck…” He shuddered. “Want me to stop?” Big Peter whispered, fingers gently running up and down the erect shaft. Little Peter just shook his head. “Then you better kiss me.” Big Peter smirked, naughtily.
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Featuring:Whilst hiding out in the safehouse, Peter and Connor find themselves under attack by the Hulk. Unfortunately, there's only one way to calm the green beast. Peter and I had been staying in a cabin in the woods, hiding out. It had been a few days. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to me… Hydra was apparently searching for me, so I was instructed to stay in this SHIELD safe house until more answers were revealed. It was actually rather peaceful. There was a lake nearby and some beautiful wildlife. There was a kitchen and cupboards filled with food supplies. We had also been having sex a LOT more. It was amazing. It was like a romantic getaway. I don’t know what they told my parents and Aunt May though, so I was a bit worried.
“I’m gonna go get some firewood.” I told Peter as I pulled on a brown leather jacket that was here when we arrived, among other clothes. “You sure? I don’t mind going.” Peter told me, as he was preparing lunch. “You don’t have to do everything babe.” I chuckled before giving him a kiss. “I know I just… I don’t like it when I can’t see you. I feel less able to protect you.” Peter admitted. “I’m just gonna be gone for like 10 minutes. I’ll be fine.” I assured him. “Okay… Be careful.” He told me. “I willlll.” I chuckled before leaving through the door. I wandered through the forest, towards the shed that was nearby which had the precut firework inside it. I could smell the lake nearby and the flowers as I listened to the twigs snapping under my feet. Just as I approached the shed though, I heard something… It sounded like a really distant… Roar. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand before I suddenly heard a loud thud, and the ground shook beneath my feet. I looked towards the direction and I could hear trees moving and even falling before there was another roar, which was much louder. “Shit…” I muttered. I started running back towards the cabin, worried for Peter. But, just as I saw it through the trees- CRASH! A green monster had leapt and landed on top of the cabin, smashing through the roof and practically destroying the cabin. Debris collapsed all around the raging beast… The Hulk. “PETER!” I cried out, worried he’d just been killed. “Connor!” I looked over to see Peter, coming over from my right. “Peter, you’re okay!” I said, relieved. “Yeah, but we have to go, now.” He said. “Your Spidey suit!” I gasped. “I have like 3 at home, it’s fine.” Peter assured me before the Hulk spotted us and gave a huge roar. It was terrifying. He was about 15 ft tall with his pale green skin. His body was insanely muscular and intimidating. He wore these purple, ripped up shorts that barely cling onto his legs. “Run.” Peter said. Featuring:Barton helps escort Connor and Peter out of the SHIELD base when it's under attack, but the three end up having some fun in the Quinjet. Thor and I were dressed in time for the SHIELD cars to light us up with their headlights. There were 2 normal Jeeps and a van.
“Where are you taking him?” Thor asked, taking the now bound brother to the van. “We’re taking him to the Shield prison near the base.” One of the agents said. “I’ll come with you.” Thor said. “And me?” I asked. “You’re coming with us. The Director wants to speak to you.” The agent said. So, I got in one of the over cars and our convoy set off. I wondered if I’d actually make it back this time without any interruptions. Thankfully, no Gods came down to smash our car so we did arrive, though split off from the van and other Jeep. The drive wasn’t exactly comfortable, as I was still pretty filthy. The SHIELD base was a large spread of concrete with a large symbol on a wall. “Not very secret is it?” I asked but the agent ignored me. We went into an underground parking lot and got out. We came to this metal elevator door which had a panel on the side with a keypad. The agent I was with entered the numbers, then a green light beamed out from it and scanned the agent’s eye. We went into the elevator and he pressed the ground floor button. We went up and the doors opened again. The main room was pretty busy, with agents scurrying around in suits. It was very spacious and open, with a hologram of the planet being projected in the centre of the room with different splodges of colour representing different things in different countries. “Connor!” A voice called out. I looked over to see Peter running over to me. “Peter!” I said before he practically pounced on me, hugging me tightly. “What the hell happened to you? Why are you covered in mud?” Peter asked, worried. “It’s a long story… What am I doing here?” I asked. “Fury wants to debrief you. Considering you’ve come in contact with 4 of Shield’s most trusted allies, they want to make sure you’re… Safe.” Peter explained. “What?! I was the one kidnapped by the fucking head of Hydra and shot by the God of fucking mischief! Why am I the one being interrogated?” I blurted out, frustrated. “It’s not an interrogation, it’s more like… A background check.” Peter reasoned. “It’s not immediate though - you’ll be doing it tomorrow morning. We can get you showered up and fed.” Peter assured me. “Where?” I asked. “There’s a room for you.” Featuring:Peter gets in trouble with Tony Stark, but thanks to Connor they end up having a threesome in the bedroom. Peter and I were in school this morning, and unfortunately, we were doing Physical Education, which meant running around a gym.
"C'mon, Connor. You can do better than that." Peter teased as he lapped me for the second time. "This is unfair for reasons I can't say." I said quietly to him, making him giggle as he ran up ahead. I've always hated running. Ever since our first... 'intimate moment', Peter and I had been having one every once in a while, making us become more and more closer as friends. I was watching his butt as I ran behind him when suddenly... BOOM!! There was a loud explosion coming from outside. Everyone in the gym room screamed. We all ran towards the windows and outside was a helluva scene. A clothes shop's entrance has been completely smashed through and inside was a massive, blue robot! It was just stepping out of it, well, more hobbling out of it. It looked about as tall as a bus! Then we heard a loud whoosh and suddenly, Iron Man was here! He was flying just outside the shop. "Find something you like?" We heard him say through the window. It seemed as though the metal hero had just thrown the massive robot into the shop. "You're an arrogant bastard, Stark!" The blue robot yelled. It seemed as though somebody was inside of it. "I gotta go." Peter whispered to me before rushing off. "Woah, woah, woah!" I said, rushing after him. Featuring:When Peter must reveal his true identity to Connor during a robbery, the two share a passionate moment. "Yes, Mum, I'll be back before dinner!" I yelled as I picked up my rucksack and opened the front door. I was wearing my favourite blue v-neck and jeans. I left the house and rushed over to where my school bus was waiting. My name is Connor Colins and I'm proud to say I'm an A star student. I have brown hair, blue eyes and a fairly average body. I hopped onto the yellow vehicle and began walking down the aisle where I soon spotted my best friend, Peter Parker, who was saving me a seat. He was wearing a blue shirt and a pair of baggy jeans.
"Heyyy." I smiled, sitting beside him. "Hey." He grinned. "Ready for the day?" I asked. "Of course!" Peter grinned. The day was pretty average. Peter and I were nailing our subjects, further ahead than everyone else on our work. We laughed and giggled throughout the whole day and even managed to avoid Flash. It was going amazing. Almost too good. Everything was fine, until Peter and I were walking back home. We had to get things for our parents at the grocery store on the way back, then take the public bus the rest of the way. "She's not into me, I swear!" Peter was telling me as we entered the shop. "Ahaha, you don't know unless you ask." I reasoned as we made our way towards the dairy section. "It's not as easy as it sounds." Peter argued when suddenly- BANG! A deafening gunshot blasted into the ceiling. I heard crumbling and dust falling. Peter, immediately, pushed me away from the noise. We couldn't see who shot the gun due to the many aisles in the way. "NOBODY MOVE!" I heard a man yell. "Peter!" I whispered in panic but he just put a finger over his lips. He seemed to be a lot less scared than I was. I could hear people screaming from the other side of the shop. "They're coming." Peter whispered to me, even though he had as little vision of the men as I did. "How could you possibly know that?" I frowned before suddenly- "C'mere!" A big, buff dude wearing a black ski mask came round the corner of the aisle, holding a bloody shotgun! "You're coming with me!" "Not today!" Peter growled before suddenly leaping into the air and smashing his foot directly into the criminal's jaw. He staggered backwards and fell onto the floor. "Peter!" I squeaked. "I'll explain later!" Peter told me before opening his bag and taking out what looked like a very technologically complicated gadget thing. He placed it on his arm and it revealed there was like a red nozzle on his wrist, which was wired up to what looked like a button on the palm of his hand. "Peter?" I hissed, noticing the man he kicked was stirring. Peter grabbed me and pulled me close. "Hold on." He instructed. "Peter, I-" "DO IT!" He snapped. Panicking, I wrapped my arms around his body and held tightly. Suddenly, a familiar looking white web shot out of his hand and hit the ventilation shaft that was directly above us. He pulled the grate down and it crashed by our feet. "What was that?!" We heard a man call from the other side of the shop. Then, Peter did the same thing and shot the web into the darkness of the shaft. Then suddenly, we both catapulted into it. |
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