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:Austin Moon looks for some fun and ends up meeting with Peter Parker and Gar Logan at a bar. It isn't long before things get sticky... This evening, I was walking through the streets of the Super City. I was taking a little break from the Sonic Boom shop and decided to look for some fun with some super boys. I had only just arrived, having just gotten off the Hogwarts Express and was exploring the city. I was wearing a hot pink unbuttoned shirt over a white tank top and a pair of jeans. I found a bar and decided to step inside in hopes of finding someone to flirt with. It was still pretty early so I wasn't too surprised that it wasn't very busy inside. It was a pretty snazzy looking bar with neon lights trimming the perimeter of the ceiling and there were large tables on one side of the venue, then a dance floor on the other. There were a few people here and there, some already making out and some just chatting. I noticed towards the back there was a neon sign saying ‘PRIVATE ROOMS’. I walked over towards the bar, towards two young guys that looked around my age. I instantly recognised them as Gar Logan and Peter Parker as I had met them once before when they visited my area. Gar was wearing his iconic white and red leather jacket, a black t-shirt underneath and a pair of dark blue jeans. Then Peter was wearing black and grey chequered unbuttoned shirt, a white shirt with some kind of mathematical pun on it, then a pair of black pants.
“Hey.” I smiled. “Austin? Hey, man, how’s it going?” Gar smiled as I sat down on the bar stool beside him. “I'm great. Wanted a change of scenery - how are you guys doing?” I asked. “All good, here. By the way, loved your latest song.” Peter complimented. “Thank you! I loved your latest shoot.” I returned, referring to the sexy Spiderman Photoshoot he did with Quentin. “Thanks! My ass was so sore afterwards.” Peter scoffed. “Yeah, I bet it was.” I smirked. “Hey, don't forget to flirt with me too.” Gar pouted. “Oh, trust me, I will. When you got fucked by Luke Cage on that livestream last week, I didn't jerk off to anything else for days.” I smirked, leaning against the bar as I was quite clearly checking him out. “Yeah? Well maybe in your next music video, you can be fucking us instead of MAX?” Peter suggested. “Oh, I'd happily let that happen.” I said, reaching down and placing my hand on Gar’s knee. “How about we do a little rehearsal?” Gar whispered before gesturing his head towards the private rooms. “I'd love that.” I said. Featuring:One moment, he's playing VR with his friend, the next he's sucked into the digital world and meeting a set of Spider-Men. The bus was slow as it drove through my rather bland town. I looked out the window, watching the buildings roll by on this rainy afternoon - it looked like there was a storm coming. I was heading to my friend’s house - he had recently bought a Virtual Reality set and really wanted to show it off to me. The bus finally came to a halt at my stop and I soon stepped off. I was wearing an emerald coloured, soft jacket, a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I pulled the hood up as I made my way to my friends’, carrying a rucksack with overnight supplies such as snacks and a toothbrush. I came to the relatively posh house and came to the red oak door before giving it a knock. I waited for a little bit in the rain, hearing thunder in the distance, before the door opened to reveal my friend, Mason. He was a tall Latino boy with black curly hair and a fairly decent build. He was wearing a black tank top and a pair of blue tracksuit bottoms - clearly relaxed.
“Hey Nick.” He smiled, letting me in. We both went to the same college together and were now working different jobs, so we didn't see each other as often as we'd like. “This thing is so cool, dude. You're not gonna believe it.” He said as we came into his living room. He had it all set up with the TV on, showing some sort of virtual chat lobby. “How long have you had it now?” I asked, eagerly checking it out. “Couple days. Parents are on holiday so I've been able to use the big TV.” Mason grinned. “Oh shit. You lucky dick.” I chuckled. “I've got it set for this lobby thing. Loads of people come here just to chat and make friends which is cool. I even had this one girl start talking dirty to me… She was hot.” Mason sighed. “How do you know?” I scoffed. “Well, her skin was hot. See, you can create your own skins for your avatar. Look…” Mason said before using a controller to show off his own. It was an incredibly muscular, macho shirtless looking dude - very hot honestly. “Wow, really?” I laughed. “Don't judge.” Mason shrugged. “Good graphics, though.” I said, looking at the muscular avatar before there was a sudden, loud thunder clap. “So you wanna go, then?” Mason asked, eagerly. “Yeah, sure thing.” I chuckled. 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: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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