A SPIDER'S BUSY DAY PART FOUR
DISCLAIMER: This story is sexual fiction. None of these characters are mine but are owned by Marvel. This is merely slash fiction for entertainment only and does not express the sexual orientation of the characters in the comics or other official media. This story features bareback interracial gay sex among fictional and consenting characters.
Peter Parker swung his way across New York City toward his home in Queens. As he passed over, he did a double take then tacked back to make sure he had seen it right. On the rooftop, just beneath a water tower, Sam Wilson; known as the Falcon, was hungrily making out with his rookie, Rayshaun Lucas. The 19 year old black man was the latest to carry the title of the Patriot but unlike his unrelated predecessors, he was not imbued with the super soldier serum. He was in fact quite a normal human male, much like his mentor, Sam, whose tongue he was hungrily sucking on as the older black man groped the outline of the teen hero's cock through the reinforced spandex of his costume.
Peter could not believe his eyes but there was no denying the hot scene. His cock grew to full erection, bulging obscenely as he attempted to sneak closer. He clung to the edge of the building, slowly kneading his own stiff meat as he watched Sam fish Rayshaun's cock free. Peter gasped. Rayshaun had a gorgeous chocolate fuck pole; a good 9 inches of thick African-American ass-plunger. He kneaded himself faster then hauled his own 10.5 inches out and stroked as he watched Sam fall to his knees and lather Rayshaun's beautiful cock with his mouth. Sam's full lips sunk down around the kid's pole as he bobbed up and down; inching ever closer to the base.
"Oh shit, Sam! Fuck!" Rayshaun groaned, leaning against the sturdy scaffolding of the water tower as Sam swallowed his cock to the root. He had loved Sam's oral skills from the first day he'd given him head; which was also the first day they'd met. They had figured each other out within five minutes, and Rayshaun was all too eager to get his cock down his favorite hero's throat. He hadn't imagined just how skilled Sam was at sucking dick but he quickly found out, and learned how to push Sam's horny cock-sucker buttons so he could get blown whenever he wanted. Their slow night on patrol had been all the boredom Rayshaun had needed to coerce Sam.
He gripped the older man's head in both hands and fucked his gullet; sliding deep, slow strokes into Sam's throat; withdrawing to the head then sliding all the way in again. He forced Sam's nose into his pubes, ignoring his mentor's gurgling. He churned his cock round and round with slow gyration of his hips; forcing spit out all over his pubes and balls. He fucked faster, loving the gluk-gluk-gluk sloshy wet sound of Sam trying to catch a breath as he plugged his throat full. He looked down and shuddered with pleasure at the visual of his fat chocolate cock, glistening and slimy with Sam's saliva. He withdrew completely, admiring the trail of slick spit before ramming himself all the way back down his mentor's eager hot gullet.
For his part, Sam's cock was so powerfully hard in suit that it hurt. Yanking the slit open, he let his cock free; stroking himself from base to tip then beginning to jerk off to the rhythm of Rayshaun's thrusting into his throat. For Sam Wilson, there was nothing in the world quite like getting his gullet reamed. He didn't care whether the cock was black or white, as long as it was big and thick. He moaned around the fat black teen pole clogging his airway; enjoying the pressure in his throat and the discomfort of his oxygen being reduced. Spit drooled freely from his lips; running down the front of his suit and onto his pumping fist. He moaned louder; his cock lubricated with his own saliva as Rayshaun continued skull-fucking him.
"Oh dammit! Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh! I'm gonna fucking nutt!" Rayshaun growled. The pressure was built up to breaking point in his balls. Sam always gave the best head, and he was going to reward the cock-hungry slut with a huge load of his pent-up balls-juice; which he had been saving up for the last three days. He tightened his grip on Sam's head, using the older man's skull like a fuck toy as his cock finally erupted.
"OH GOD! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! UUUUUUUURRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Rayshaun grew weak as he pumped his seed straight into Sam's stomach, bucking as he leaned far over Sam's head; grunting and gasping.
Sam held his ground, allowing Rayshaun to cum down his throat. He stroked himself faster. He loved the sensation of a big fat cock pulsing hard in his esophagus. His lungs burned, and he wished Rayshaun would hurry up and pull out. His wish was granted as the teen dragged his softening cock free and took a stagger backward.
"Damn, that was some good head, Sam."
"Glad you liked it," Sam grinned, still stroking his own stiff meat.
"Well I gotta jet. Got a class at community college later this morning," Rayshaun noted as he checked his watch.
"What? So you just gonna leave me hanging? Not even gonna help me nutt?" Sam asked.
"Sorry man, I really gotta go," Rayshaun apologized as he used his triangular shield to glide across the rooftops.
"Goddammit!" Sam cussed, still furiously stroking. He didn't know why he kept on sucking Rayshaun. More often than not, the kid left him with blue balls, refusing to help him bust a nutt once he had cum.
"Need some help with that, buddy?" Peter asked as he clambered onto the roof, his stiff cock leading the way as he approached Sam.
"Peter, what a surprise," Sam grinned. It wasn't really. He had been vaguely aware of someone watching them; having connected empathically to a half asleep pigeon nearby, and captured a blurry image of someone on the edge of the roof. Sam's cock throbbed as Spider Man stood in front of him and smacked his thick white cock over his full dark lips. The last time he had sucked Peter Parker off was when they'd traveled on S.H.I.E.L.D's special airship as they made yet another attempt to restrain a rampaging Hulk. That night he had sucked Peter off in their private bunk-bed quarters. It had been good but Sam had always wanted more.
"You can definitely help me, Peter," Sam grinned between licks on Peter's big pink cock head. "I'll suck you up real nice but this time, I want you to fuck me."
Peter smiled beneath his mask and his cock throbbed hard between Sam's lips. He had liked the look of Sam's muscle ass from day one but had never had the chance to fuck due to their previous shared mission. However, there was no Nick Fury or other agents to bust in on them. He cupped Sam's head in his palm and guided the sexy black stud to swallow every inch of his hard white pole. He groaned and churned his cock round in Sam's wet, gripping gullet. Cramming Sam's nose into his pubes, he slowly withdrew. Spit sputtered onto his balls as Sam gasped air. Peter lunged forward and sunk his cock 10.5 inches deep in Sam's gullet; lodging it firmly as the throat muscles clamped down in a futile attempt to dislodge the invader.
Peter fucked leisurely in and out of Sam's throat; moaning to the sensation of the black stud's slobber dangling from his balls as they smacked his chin. He looked down and his cock lurched at the sight of Sam's thick black lips stretched over his fat white pole. His cock was glistening with the Falcon's saliva, and the thick fluid trailed from Sam's throat as he pulled free.
"Ready to get fucked?" Peter asked.
Sam was more than ready. He spun around on the concrete on all fours, showing his ass to Peter. He cooed as he felt Spider Man's fingers grip under the elastic of his waistband and the thrill of the cool night air on his bare skin as Peter slid his pants all the way down to his knees. He gasped as Peter's strong hands spread his butt cheeks and the wet tongue he'd been craving slid up his asshole.
"Oh gosh, Peter! Fuck yes!" Sam hissed.
Peter loved eating out a black man's ass. Sam's was especially good. He licked up and down the hairy crack before once again shoving his tongue in deep up the wrinkled pucker. He pulled back and admired the masterpiece. Sam's hole was nice and fleshy; the dark skin quite wrinkled even as the hole pouted open due to overuse. Yes, Sam lived in a house with Steve Rogers and Bucky. If those two weren't the most ass-hungry fuckers Peter had ever met, then his spidey sense was a kid's toy. He knew full well that Steve and Bucky were in a near perpetual state of horniness thanks to their super soldier enhancements. It was clear from the state of Sam's hole that he got fucked several times a night by both of them. He tested his theory, sliding three spit-wet digits up Sam's loose hole, right up to the knuckle.
"Fuck, man. Steve and Bucky have wrecked your hole," Peter chuckled.
"That's just how I like it. I can't even remember what it feels like to have a tight hole that seals up but it works out. Imagine being fisted on a regular by Steve and Bucky; especially when Bucky manages to slide that vibranium arm of his up to the elbow in your ass."
"Fuck!" Peter groaned lustfully as his cock lurched and drooled precum; almost cramping as it became stiff as a steel rod. He had to get his cock in Sam's hole. He positioned himself in squat pose over Sam and aimed his fat pink cock head into the loose brown pucker. The hole opened up and Peter cooed as he dove 10.5 inches deep into warm, wet, beautifully silky black male asshole. He loved the sensation; his big white cock buried to the balls in Sam's equally eager black fuck-tunnel.
"C'mon, Peter! Fuck me!" Sam demanded, pushing his ass up; fucking himself on Peter's cock. Peter held still for a moment, amazed by Sam's lust. He quickly regained his composure, however, and rested his chest on Sam's back as he worked his hips; plunging his thick white meat in and out of Sam's sloppy wet cum-tunnel.
"Fuck, man!" Peter gasped. There was already cum inside Sam's hole; maybe two or three loads judging from how gushy it was. "Who seeded you?" Peter demanded to know.
"Vulture cornered me on the rooftops earlier tonight. I bent over and let him have his way with me, like the horny bottom slut I am. He's got ten thick inches of white cock; and you must know how much I love a big white cock in me. He dumped two loads in me. Later, I bumped into Dr. Octopus and that fat nine inch log of his. He grabbed me out of the air, held me down and fucked the crap out of me. He plowed my ass for half an hour before flooding me with a big load. OH FUCK YEAH PETER!"
By the time Sam reached the end of his tale, Peter was so turned on, he was slamming his fat cock balls-deep in Sam; his balls slapping on Sam's taint as that sweet black ass gushed the creamy remnants of three previous loads out around Peter's swollen ivory fuck-tool. Peter loved fucking a freshly used hole. Just feeling the remnants of other men's cum in the ass he was fucking turned him on like nothing else. He brutally plundered Sam's hole; his white cock ramming in and out between the swollen anal lips at jackhammer speed. He was ignored Sam's yelps and whimpers. He locked Sam's arms behind his back to prevent him from moving as he pummeled the sloppy black man-cunt like he owned it; completely dominating Sam's quivering body.
Sam whined and grunted his pleasure. He had rarely ever experienced such a level of eagerness outside his relationship with Steve and Bucky. It was total domination as Peter used his hole like a toy, punching that big white cock in and out so fast that Sam's hole quivered of its own accord. He yelled as his asshole pulsed and trembled even as Peter continued mercilessly plowing him. His mind went blank as his anal orgasm reached its peak. He felt his second hole open up and Peter's cock plunged inside. He saw stars as his own 8 inches of achingly stiff black man-meat jerked to life and spilled ropes of milky cum onto the concrete beneath him; all the while Peter pounded and pounded and pounded him; sending him on the wildest orgasmic trip of his life as his asshole quivered and clamped down on the violently plunging cock. Two anal orgasms in the space of less than two minutes, with a regular orgasm in between. Sam's mind went completely numb and his asshole opened right up for Peter's pleasure.
Peter panted as he pounded Sam. He was unconcerned with the black hero's pleasure as he used his white cock to overpower and dominate the dark brown hole. So sloppy, wet and warm; the hole opened right up after squeezing so tight on his cock that he thought it would go numb but he kept on slamming in and out of Sam's hole until that tunnel let him all the way in. Even as Sam lay semi-conscious beneath him, he pounded away; edging ever closer to his own big orgasm. He felt the pressure in his loins. His balls squeezed tight and his cock got so stiff that it hurt. He was about to blow.
"AAAHHHHHH FUCK! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! RRRRRRRRAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Peter slammed his cock to the balls in Sam's slobbering wet tunnel, blasting his eager seed far up the black man's colon. His cock jerked and jerked deep inside Sam's ass. His head grew light and he nearly passed out as he held onto Sam's limp body as he seeded him hard and deep. He sighed as his orgasm finally ended and his balls emptied. He remained buried to the hilt in Sam's hole, too weak to move.
Gradually, he regained himself, and Sam regained consciousness. Peter rolled onto his side, taking Sam with him. He held Sam close in spoon position. He lifted the bottom half of his mask and sealed his lips on Sam's. He moaned as Sam groaned into his mouth. He fed Sam his tongue and the greedy heroic bottom suckled on it like it was his last meal. He yanked Sam's leg completely out of its spandex sleeve and hoisted it in the air. Still buried in Sam's hole, and still fully erect, Peter moved in and out; slowly working the full length of his white cock through Sam's black asshole; the pouted lips expanding and drooling hot cum down the shaft to pool under Peter's balls.
Peter continued swapping spit with Sam as he picked up the pace. Nowhere near as fast as the brutal ass-drilling he had just performed; it was quick enough to get Sam grunting and squealing into his mouth as his flesh smacked Sam's in a steady pounding rhythm. He could hardly control his lust; his libido totally inflamed as he savored the squishy sloshing of his plunges in and out of Sam's tunnel.
Sam held onto Peter as he was fucked again. A mild discomfort nagged his hole from the brutality of the last ass-plowing but it was swiftly eroded by the intense pleasure of Peter's huge cock plugging his butt-hole. He hummed and growled into Peter's mouth as the super strong hero held him in spoon position and used his ass, just how Sam liked it. He reached down and stroked his own stiff black manhood; drooling precum over his fingers as he rocked forward and back with the motion of Peter's cock. Sam gasped as the pace quickened. Peter fucked his huge white cock into him harder and faster; breaking the kiss as he moaned out loud. Sam whimpered. His sore asshole tingled with pained pleasure as Peter stabbed through his guts on his way to his second nutt.
"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCK!" Peter roared.
Sam threw his head back and groaned pleasure as the big white pole swelled and spurted more hot hero spunk up his bowels. He felt Peter buried to hilt up his hole and his own cock exploded creamy white cum all over himself. He groaned as his head got light and he slumped onto the concrete.
Peter hauled his cock free from Sam's sloppy tunnel. He knelt as he admired his own thick cream drooling from the wide open anus. Though still hard as a rock, his libido was sated. The gray light of dawn began to soften the dark of New York City as he forced his erection back into his skin-tight suit. His spidey senses tingled and he looked around to see two white teenagers standing under the water tower. He beckoned them over, eyeing the bulges in their shorts. They were both slim; one blond and tanned, the other pale and ginger with freckles lining his cheeks. They were both about 17 years old.
"What are you doing to Falcon?" the blond asked.
"What does it look like?" Peter grinned as the ginger smiled and kneaded his teen cock. "You boys ever fucked a black guy before?"
"No," the blond replied but Peter could tell he was interested as his bulge throbbed while he eyed a semi-conscious Sam's open leaky asshole.
"I have," the ginger grinned. "A black guy at school. He's a track athlete but he's always hungry for my cock."
"Well, boys, go ham," Peter said as he webbed Sam's hands together behind his back while he still had the chance. He watched in nostalgia as the ginger yanked off his clothes and positioned himself at Sam's ass. He pulled Sam's hips back so his ass was poking up slightly then aimed what Peter estimated to be a healthy, thick 9 inches of pink-headed white boy meat up Sam's gushy wet, dark-brown asshole. Peter's cock throbbed as he watched the boy meat slide in and out through Sam's dark tunnel; stretching the black anal ring and forcing out loads of cream all round the ivory flesh. He heard Sam low grunts as the black hero regained some sense of awareness.
Peter slid his mask back down and swung away as Sam growled his pleasure, to the wet sloshing of white boy cock up his ass. He swung fast over the city in the dawn's golden light; chuckling to himself and leaving Sam at the mercy of two horned up white teenagers.
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