DISCALIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. All the characters depicted in story belong to and are copyrighted by Marvel Comics and its subsidiaries. I am in no way related to the company and have no ownership over the characters. This is fan made work. This story depicts males in sexual situations, just so you know. Thank you.
A/N: This is going to be a series with Captain America and the Young Avengers. (who are owned by Marvel not me) Please feel free to comment and offer constructive criticisms. I want to improve as a writer. And lastly enjoy.
Captain America and the Young Avengers: Chapter 1
Captain America was a little tired. No super villains today, but he did have a rough training day. Worst his water wouldn't work until late at night due to his building's current plumbing problems. Sometimes he just wished he accepted Tony's offer to live in Stark Tower. He smelled strongly of sweat, not to mention his clothes were drenched. Normally he wouldn't go round his own place nude, but now he didn't have much choice.
His apartment was very modest. Stark had offered him the prime loft in Stark Towers but Steve didn't feel right taking it for free. So instead he opted for a small, very small apartment. The door opened to the living room and kitchen, which were separated by a breakfast counter. Then there was doorway to his bedroom that was connected to his bathroom. Even though, his apartment wasn't very grand and somewhat inappropriate for all he did for his country, he liked the cozy feel and was proud of his home.
He looked at himself at the mirror. Even now he couldn't believe how great his physique looked. From being a skinny blonde named Steve Rogers, he was transformed into the super soldier Captain America. Standing at 6'2 and weighing 240 pounds, Steve was built like a tank. He was more than a man's man, he was America's man.
He felt his massive chest, stopping slightly to feel his quarter-sized nipple. He had a nice matting of hair on his chest that encompassed his pectorals. It was a light blonde shade so it was not really visible. His hands continued to wander towards his well-muscled stomach, feeling his hard abs. Then it finally settled on his blonde pubes above his massive organ. The serum had not only increased his muscle mass and adrenaline levels, it also added a few inches and overcharged his sex drive. He had the libido of a boy in puberty, getting horny every minute. He usually had it under control after jacking off furiously on his days off. Today was one of his days off.
He lay down on his sofa and opened his wide screen TV, leaving it on one of the international porn channels. Thank you Shield satellites. Much to his surprise it was a man dressed in his costume only with wrong colors, surrounded by blonde cheerleaders. He couldn't tear his eyes away. The man was pretty buff; it could pass of as him to the untrained eye. The blonde young girls were undeniably hot. Each looked young and supple. He chubbed a little at their sight. Apparently from what he could gather with his basic German, the cheerleaders were thanking "Captain German" for saving their lives through the usual petting and touching. As expected, the girls soon lost clothing, and they started rubbing Captain German's growing bulge.
This got Steve excited, it felt like he was the one getting serviced. He moved his hand over his own semi-hard member. He slowly grasped his dick, getting a feel of his hardness. He started at the base and slowly worked his way up to the head and then back down again. He tugged his balls with his other hand and started massaging them gently. He continued this, falling into a slow rhythm. Soon he was fully hard. He stopped playing with his nuts and moved his hand towards his dick. With two hands he started jerking his massive cock. He was getting into the mood now. His motions were getting faster. He began moving his hips. His balls were bouncing with every thrust he made. He could feel the impending climax get closer with each pulsing throb of his cock.
Then his doorbell rang. He waited for a bit, maybe whoever was bothering him would go away. More than once, he had wanted to fling the door-to-door salesmen off the building. Unfortunately it rang again. Being a good soldier, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. There was an enormous bulge in the towel, but he didn't have time to change if it was an emergency. He closed the TV. He opened the door, prepared for Stark or Hill to give him a new mission. Surprisingly, it was neither of the two, before him stood a very flustered Patriot.
Elijah Bradley had taken up the name Patriot to help a teenage Kang fight his older self. Eventually the grouped organized themselves into the Young Avengers. As a team, these teenagers fought Kang, the time-traveling immortal pseudo-deity and fended off a potential Kree-Skrull invasion. Initially without powers, somewhere along the way, the young boy soon gained abilities similar to that of Captain America thanks to a transfusion from the original black Captain America, Elijah's grandfather.
"Patriot, what brings you here?" For the boy to come to him, this had to be important. Forgetting completely about his intended activity, he motioned for the boy to come in.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude." The boy's eyes were downcast. "I can come again another time..."
Steve quickly realized the boy was talking about his own state of undress. "Don't worry, it's just me. I was just about to shower. So how can I help you?"
"It's about the effects of the transfusion." Eli fidgeted in the sofa. "My muscles are growing unnaturally and I think I may be experiencing side effects."
"I see. Its a good thing you came to me after all." First things first, he had to record the movie for later. Who knows when he'll see Captain German again? "Eli, there are some papers in my bedroom which would be helpful to us. They're on the drawer beside the full body mirror. Can you get them?" The boy complied, and went off. Muting the TV, Steve started recording the movie with some TiVo thing. He turned the screen off just before Eli came in.
"What are these?" The boy asked looking at the forms he had in his hand.
"I use them to monitor my body, muscle increase, injuries etc. They're very useful." Getting the papers from Eli, Steve explained. "I think you need to start using them. Despite my current strength levels, the Supersoldier Serum was always experimental. To quickly detect any anomalies in my body, I monitor myself every week. It's mostly measurements and weighing."
"Alright. I see your point."
"Ok let's start with how you were before. You probably don't know your chest size and arm length, but your previous height and weight would be enough. Try to fill up as much as you can."
After a few moments, Eli handed them back, his face a little red. "Okay all done."
He looked like such a good boy scout, except buffer. Why would he be embarrassed about his measurements, Captain America wondered.
Captain America quickly scanned the info. The boy didn't write much, but he did see penis length. Soft Eli used to be 4 inches & hard he used to be 7.5 Steve chubbed a bit at the thought. Eli was bigger than him before the serum. Shrugging it off, he decided to proceed. "Alright now we'll take your measurements. We'll start with your upper body."
Eli complied taking off his own shirt. The boy's chest would make any model jealous. Extremely prominent, the pectorals were well muscled, finished with round brown nipples. Steve took out some measuring tape and tapered it across Eli's chest.
"It's nothing to unusual for someone who took the serum. It is a bit large for a normal person but nothing wrong. The next is nipples." Steve stated as matter of fact.
"What?" Eli asked stunned.
"Oh. Sorry. I'm just so used to it I didn't realized it would be awkward." Steve mentally slapped himself. Of course, it would be awkward. "Uh you could do this at home. Just fill all the pages up. Do you know how to measure your neck?"
"I think." Eli made a hand gesture using his hands. "But what's nipple d. And nipple h.?"
"Oh that's, diameter and height..." Steve trailed on. The questions were starting to sound odd. He just never realized himself because of his own situation. Cap always just dutifully filled up the forms. Eli being here just made things seem weird.
"How would you get the height?" Eli had one of funniest expressions on his face.
"Hmm. This is not going to work. The measurements have to be correct if we want to monitor you correctly. We could go to a shield doctor?"
"No! That would make things feel weird." Eli waved his hands frantically.
"I know. You could take my measurements now with me teaching you how. I was supposed to do one this week any way." Captain America put his hands together in triumph. "Will that be better?"
"I guess..." There was a slight look of relief mixed with uncertainty in the boys face.
Captain America was hard to faze. He had faced world-threatening dangers on a monthly basis. But now he was ashamed to admit, he was having difficulty standing straight. Elijah was measuring his nipples now after finishing with the arms and upper body first. The touch of another person made Steve's nipples erect. He was sure Eli noticed. But thankfully the kid didn't make a fuss about it.
"How do I start on the legs?"
"Like this" Captain America demonstrated. He tried willing away his feelings, but after a month of no sexual relationships, the feel of another person was getting him hot. His dick was already beginning to stiffen, bulging noticeably in the front of his flimsy towel. Imagining he was in a cold, freezing shower, he managed to get it soft.
"Um, it says inner thigh now..."
"Hmm oh." with that Cap took of the towel, freeing his massive tool. Flaccid he was 6 inches in length. "This is how you do it."
There was no reply. Eli was just staring. "Its so bi..." Eli muttered to himself.
"Did you hear me?" Cap asked, willing himself to think of something else. He could feel the effects of being blue balled. This had to end now before something stupid happens.
"Oh sorry ok." Eli said. He wrapped his hand around Cap's massive thigh. His face just inches away from the monster cock. "Am I doing it right." he managed.
"Yes that's fine." Self-control, Captain America had self-control. The faster he gets it over with the better. "What's the last one?" he asked hastily.
"Penis measurements."
Not thinking clearly Cap answered speedily. "For length, you measure from the root of your penis, right here, below the pubes. Girth is just the thickest area. Go try it." Cap wanted this over with, before he could get hard.
Afraid to disobey the hastily given orders, Eli complied without thinking. He grabbed the 6-incher in his hand and measured. Swallowing in uncertainty he pressed on. "What about for the hard category sir?"
"Same except I just have to get ...erect." Cap realized at that point that Eli's face was just inches away from his dick. Not to mention, the boy was only wearing shorts, leaving his muscular body on display. At that thought Captain America lost control. The flaccid 6-inch cock soon grew to a semi-hard state. It hit Eli on the face.
Captain America was shocked and so was Eli. They just stood there looking at each other, with Steve's engorged member on Eli's face. Suddenly a crackle of thunder woke them from their daze.
"Sorry for that. It has a mind of its own." Steve backed away, his manhood still noticeably bigger and rising.
"No, its my fault for suddenly grabbing you like that..." he stammered.
"Alright, you take the measurements the same way as when you take it soft."
Eli grabbed the measuring tape and wrapped it around Cap's hard member.
"Mmm..m" Steve tried stifling his moans as Patriot took the last measurement. Captain America's breathing was heavy. Eli's hand was soft and Cap could've sworn Eli squeeze him a bit. At least Eli would leave, so he could finally take care of Cap junior. "Ok I think you know how to do it. Just monitor it every week, and if something's weird just come to me."
"Thanks for everything Cap. I'll be going home now." Eli started getting his shirt.
Looking outside Steve noticed that it was raining hard outside. And if memory serves correctly, the train station was at least 5 blocks away. Not to mention Eli would have to commute in the pouring rain in the Bronx at night. Masturbation would have to come later. His conscience would never allow him to send the kid out on this weather. "Eli, why don't you stay till the rain let's up? It cats and dogs out there."
There was hesitation written all over the boy's face, but he also looked like he didn't have much choice. "Thank you. That would be great."
Steve wrapped the towel over his waist, his bulge still enormous. For a few minutes the heroes of America just sat there awkwardly, quietly. Finally one of them broke.
"Since you're here why don't you take your measurements?"
"Yea that would be a good idea." Eli replied, seemingly relieved at the broken tension. The boy started to pull down his shorts.
Steve was a bit surprised; he didn't expect the boy to do it in front of him. He was going to suggest Eli use the bathroom. But seeing the teenager strip, Steve couldn't bring himself to say anything. He just stood there and watched. Eli was smooth and sinewy, his muscles laced over his young body. It was the body of a well-built jock. Eli was bending over and stretching his body, giving Captain America a full access to the boy's lean form. Finally Eli was down to his boxers, when the boy asked.
"Can you read the measurement for me?"
"Alright. Usually though if I do my measurements myself, I look in the mirror." Putting his hand on the boy's shoulder, he leaned in for a closer look. The touch and proximity sent shivers down Captain America's spine. His high level of testosterone made him aroused at anything, including the young boy's tight virgin.... Pushing the thoughts aside, Cap managed somehow, even with his ever-hard erection, to finish most of the data for Eli. "Okay now we, I mean you have to measure your... Yourself. You can do this alone cant you?"
"Yes, of course." there was a definitive tent poking the front of Eli's boxers.
"Um, I don't how to say this..." Noticing Eli's crotch, Cap realized the boy might be having the same issue as himself. He decided to tell him about the other effect of the serum. He'd have to do it anyway might as well do it now. "You know that the super serum increases body mass and heightens one's senses right?"
"Yes. I feel a lot stronger and sharper." There was a confused look across his young face.
"There's an unintended side effect." Taking a deep breath. Cap finally said it. "It also increases your sex drive. If you don't get it under control it could affect your performance."
Eli didn't answer for a while, his countenance seemingly deep in thought. Suddenly his expression changed, it seemed like everything had finally come together. "How do you do that?" he blurted out accidentally.
Why did he have to ask? "I um take care of things like you kids."
"What?"
The boy was clearly not going to get it. "I masturbate."
"You jack off?" Eli asked incredulous at the information.
"Yes, I jack off. If I don't, I get distracted which could affect my mission. Well now that you know, I think you should go home and take care of that." Cap said pointing at the tent on Eli's boxers."
"Uh.yeah" Eli trained in vain to cover his own state.
"Don't worry son, it happens to the best of us. In case you haven't noticed. My buddy's been saluting you this entire time." Cap jokingly added.
"I'd have to be blind not to notice that." Eli joked, trying to loosen up.
"Well enough chitchat, I for one want to jerk off already. You should go, the rain should've let up already." As Captain America approached the window, another thunderbolt resounded. "Or it hasn't." The rain seemed to have turned into a full blown storm.
"Its alright, Cap, I really have to get home anyway, it's getting late. Mind if I borrow your umbrella?"
"Sure. Let me just check the news to see if this weather's will let up soon" as Steve opened his wide screen plasma, the show was still on Captain German. The cheerleaders were now completely naked, sucking on the actor's enormous tool. It was big but nowhere near the real Captain America. As the actor cummed heavily on the busty cheerleaders, Cap regained his senses and flipped to change the channel. Unfortunately his erection had pushed off the flimsy towel. "Sorry about that. I was keeping it for this little guy" Cap gave his cock a playful tug, not really knowing how to explain his obvious arousal.
Eli just gulped, his own hard member straining painfully against his boxer. The tent could not be hidden.
"Eli I can't send you out there, the news just said all public transport has been halted. There seem to be storm brewing. Nothing serious but local government wants to play it safe." Steve said in a businesslike manner. But deep down he was cursing, he felt so horny already. There was nothing he could do, its not like he could play with himself while Eli was watching.
"Oh," the boy looked thankful he didn't have to go out in the rain. But then he looked at Captain America's state and uncertainty was on his face yet again. Captain America's dick pulsed in heat. "I'm going to the bathroom, so you can take care of that..." Eli absentmindedly rubbed his own crotch.
"Oh thanks." one side of Cap was jubilant, the other however felt bad about sending the boy to the bathroom. Cap usually jacked off for more than an hour. It seemed unfair for Eli to be stuck in a toilet for that long. His bedroom and living room were separate rooms but in the middle was his television, which could turn 360 degrees. It allowed Cap to watch from which room he wanted. It seemed like a good idea. Now it meant, that if Cap wanted to jack off, Eli would hear him and see him past the TV, offering no privacy or cover at all.
But Cap really needed to get off. And it seemed so did Eli. Swallowing his sense of decency, Cap finally offered. "No, you can stay here I don't mind. Just don't mind me as I... Do it. I'm sorry but I really need to get off. You can join me if you want. The serum really has strong effects. There's food in the fridge if you're hungry." he continued, trying to act like a good host, covering up what he just said. Cap couldn't believe himself. He was asking a teenager to jerk off with him. One part of himself was berating himself for doing something so inappropriate, while the other, the stronger part, was excited at the unique situation.
Sitting on his sofa, he rewound the recording and pulled on his erection. Unsurprisingly as the movie started Eli sat beside him. The sofa was so small, that their thighs brushed at each other at any movement. Their close proximity made their scents mingle, Steve's musk interlaced with Eli's own young odor. It drove Steve mad with lust; it felt erotic. Not wanting to continue his train of thought, Cap focused on the movie.
Captain German was being begged by the cheerleaders to fuck. Ironically like Caps own situation, the movie character didn't want to have sex with teenagers. But as expected, they wound up having sex. First the cheerleaders rubbed their breasts over German's big strong arms. Then one of the three threw her panties into his face. German was smelling it like a dog in heat. She then rubbed her pussy all over the huge bulge in the front of his pants. Meanwhile the others stripped down and took German's big hands to touch their wet pussies.
While this was playing, Cap was slowly moving his left hand from the base of his cock all the way to the top, and back down again. His right hand squeezed at his own nipple. He toyed with hard nub flicking it again and again. His cock was already leaking precum.
Eli was bucking his hips wildly while rubbing the front of his boxers. Because of Eli, their legs brushed against each other vigorously, catching Cap's attention.
He watched Eli attentively. From the look of arousal on the boy's face, the glistening sweat on his well defined chest and the straining tent being rubbed by strong black hands, Eli had completely let go of his inhibitions. The thin fabric stretched obscenely giving an outline of the strained cock head. Steve hoped that Eli wouldn't cum on his shorts. He wanted to see the hidden black cock that Eli kept. A moan escaped from the teen's lips.
On the movie, German had stripped of most of his costume, leaving only the mask and tight spandex shorts with an obscenely huge bulge. The actor's body was well kept. He had large biceps and an expansive chest to match Cap's own. He was eating one of the cheerleader's pussy while fingering the other two.
"Is that you?" Eli's voice was heavy, and breath fell from his lips as he said those words.
"No, its not, but it sure is hot." Cap chuckled. He looked over at Eli who had just whipped out his black monster. It was at least 8 inches long. The head shone with drops of precum. Eli was jerking himself crazy not noticing the captured stare of Captain America. Eli's right hand ran up and down his shaft jerking off furiously.
The movie had the three girls sucking on the actor's huge cock. One of the girls deep-throated and the others suckled on the man's balls.
Cap wished it were a mouth instead of a hand on his cock. He had moved his left hand towards his balls, while his right squeezed tightly on his erection. He fondled his balls, rolling his testicles around his hand while keeping affirm grip on his own manhood. He suddenly noticed Eli's much faster pace. The boy was increasing his tempo too fast. "Quickies could never satisfy a super-serum induced libido." He whispered. Without thinking he grabbed the boy's dick, causing him to halt. "You're going too fast. You need to be spent or you'll still get distracted afterwards."
Eli could only nod, but instead of Cap letting go, the older man started stroking Eli in a similar pace to his own, going all the way down to the root of Eli's dick up to his swollen cock head. This action elicited deep moans of pleasure from Eli. The boy's hand grabbed for anything they could so Eli could balance himself against the pleasure rampaging his senses. The right gripped the sofa arm strongly while the left grabbed the Cap's muscular thighs. This only increased the contact between them.
After a while, the pace went faster, not enough to reach climax, but enough to cause Eli to buck his hips with each pull. Seemingly possessed by the fog of lust, Cap ordered. "Follow my rhythm. Slower." And just like that Eli reached out to hold Cap enormous dick, stroking it. Cap let out an involuntary moan from the sudden contact. It wasn't what Cap had in mind, but it was most definitely welcome. The feel of Eli's foreign hand on Cap's erection was mind-blowing. Cap had forgotten how good it was to have another man stroke his member. His mind briefly wandered to Bucky but was quickly brought back to reality as Eli squeezed hard.
Soon even Cap's own rhythm began to increase, as the boy's moans for release became more evident. Sweat covered their bodies as the sexual tension permeated through the room. He wrapped his other hand around his cock going above Eli's. With two hands, Eli's and his own, on his member, he was finally getting close. Unbeknownst to him, his apprentice was closer.
Eli began moaning and groaning, bucking his hips wildly furiously jerking off Captain America. Feeling Eli's dick pulsate, Steve gripped harder. Eli screamed in pleasure as felt his climax erupting. He clamped down on Cap's cock, as rope after rope of cum shot from his teenage cock.
The strength in Eli's grip caused Cap to reach his climax. Cap yelled out as he felt his own explosive orgasm.