The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion Chapter Eight: So You Think You Can Dance Evan Andrews 2021
The following story is a work of fan fiction set in the New Teen Titans era in a continuity where Dick Grayson as Robin and Joe Wilson as Jericho overlapped, because screw unitard hero uniforms.
All characters depicted in it belong to and are trademarked and copyrighted by DC Comics and/or its subsidiaries. I am not related to the company and make no claim of ownership over the characters. Suggested casting is porn star Vince Rockland as the Italian Stallion. Spotlight, Bobby, is based on Sunspot from Marvel, but only barely.
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Dick felt all wrong, and, dammit, it was the clothes' fault.
The Italian Stallion had breezed into the Stable and roused his boys early.
"Up!" he said, "Get up. You have a field trip to make today."
"Field trip?" Roy asked, stretching and yawning.
"Yeah, and stop wasting time. Put these on," Stallion said as he tossed some pieces of clothing onto the bed.
The Titan boys stared for a moment. There were four white knit tank-tops and four pairs of light nylon running shorts. Green, red, baby-blue and white, the boys had no trouble guessing which pair was meant for which boy. There were also four thongs similarly color coded. Tube socks and sneakers completed the ensemble.
"What are you waiting for?" Stallion demanded, "Get dressed."
Dick picked up the green thong and stepped into it.
"Are you sure this is going to fit?" he asked. "There doesn't seem to be much here."
"Pull it on and stuff your junk into the pouch," Stallion said. "I think you'll be surprised."
"And," the villain thought, "I want to see if that money I slipped my pet S.T.A.R. Labs egghead was worth it."
Dick was amazed to find that not only did his junk fit in the thong, but the reason for that was that the fabric of the pouches stretched to fit. In fact the fit was too good. Some might even have called it obscene—not that Dick's definition of obscenity was what it had been mere weeks before. Since his thong fit, Dick assumed Joe and Roy's would too, but Gar... He turned and saw that even Gar's massive cock was completely covered by the thong, the genitals hugged by the fabric. But the thong left nothing to the imagination. Not for Gar. Not for any of them.
"Fuck," the Boy Wonder thought, "It was almost like the pouches have been spray-painted on."
Tanks and shorts slid on easily, and the boys sat down on their old fuck benches to pull on the socks and sneakers. Stallion gave them a moment to glance at themselves in the mirror and primp. They looked good, and they wouldn't stick out. (Well, except for Gar, of course.) For all intents and purposes, the Titans looked like four hot young jocks out for an innocent run.
Following Stallion up a zigzagging staircase, they found themselves on a loading dock (maybe in another building?) where a van was waiting for them. They clambered into the back (this wasn't the one that had brought them to the Stable originally but one with real seats), and Stallion drove them all around the city before stopping at last at a seedy back door in a dingy alley.
"Here we are," Stallion said, "Climb out and wait for me beside the door. The villain parked and locked the van and joined his patient foursome of fuck slaves. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door. The door opened easily and noiselessly, and the Titans stepped inside to find themselves in a backstage area. There were doors to one side, the open one showing a dressing room with different costumes and an array of props, and ahead of them was a main stage. As they stepped onto that stage, it took Roy only a second to realize it was not a theater but the main stage in a strip club. Lights were trained on the stage itself, on the runway leading out into the audience, and on the far stage where a stripper pole had been mounted, leaving the audience the anonymity of shadow. A couple of go-go cages scattered around the sides of the room completed the scene.
As they took this all in, the Titans heard the back door open and close again and turned to see who had come in. Footsteps crossed the backstage. And a compelling young voice said, "These them, Rocky?" with a Carioca accent.
The Titans found themselves facing (or rather staring at) a young man of about their own age. His skin was a rich brown, and his hair so black it had blue highlights. His body (Dick started to drool) was a match for theirs in delectability. He had generous pecs, a tight waist, finely muscled arms, and legs to die for. The strong thighs issued from skimpy yellow running shorts where a generous bulge suggested equipment that rivaled Gar's. A cropped tank that showed off his abdominals was all he wore up top. His smiling mouth was framed by a wicked goatee. The boys were so star-struck that none of them caught that this vision had used Stallion's real name.
"They are. Whaddaya ya think?"
The vision dropped a bag on a table and stepped forward. The Titans, used to being appraised by now, stood nonchalantly while the Brazilian stud checked them out.
"My friend," he said at last, "I think they'll work out fine."
"Good," Stallion said, "Then you can start lessons right away. I've got errands to attend to, and an important meeting, but you can trust my prize studs here to behave themselves. Am I right boys?"
The Titans reacted to the word "lessons". Since that word and hot sex were inextricably linked in their minds now, they all began to get erect.
"That's a yes if I ever saw one," the Brazilian stud laughed as he noticed the Titans' reaction.
"Boys," Stallion said, "This is Spotlight, one of the hottest strippers ever to grace a stage. What he doesn't know isn't worth knowing. Do what he tells you, when and how he tells you, and you can't go wrong. When I get back, I want him to be able to give me a good report on how much you've learned."
"Yes, sir," the four Titans said in a Greek chorus.
"Good."
Stallion turned to Spotlight and shook his hand.
"Bobby, they're all yours," Stallion said before heading off into the backstage.
The back door opened and closed again, and the Titans found themselves alone with their new teacher.
"Right," Spotlight said, "Let's start you with some basic moves..."
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"Spread out. We'll work you up to group dances eventually, but right now you need to know how you can, individually, own the center stage. As a dancer, you want every eye in the joint trained on you and only you, so let's get provocative. Sway your hips, move from the waist down. Don't worry about footwork, arms, or upper body just yet. They're nothing if you don't have those hips working properly. Go!"
Spotlight demonstrated what he wanted, and the boys swayed and swiveled following his lead. The stripper began to clap out a rhythm, and soon they were all working in unison. Roy was the best at picking up the moves, but Gar was enthusiastic and Joe a hard worker. Dick on the other hand, remembering somethings he'd seen travelling the world with Bruce, tried to see if he could integrate some moves he'd seen in the South Pacific and Hawaii.
"Excellent, Green," Spotlight said. (Since Stallion hadn't given him their names, he decided just to go by their color-coded shorts.) "That's the way to get the audience's attention. You others see? The bent knees forces the audience's eyes right to your package. Give it a try."
The other three Titans looked at Dick, and tried to follow his lead, with varying degrees of success. Roy, once again, picked up the moves quickly, but Gar was too wild, and Joe showed all too well that his dance experience had been classical stuff like ballet. It was beautiful, but a smidge too stiff.
"Good job, Red. White and Blue, meh. But don't worry. If you've had any other dance training, see if you can make it mesh with what we're trying to accomplish here. We'll come up with signature moves for all of you later."
It turned out that Joe, when he could be coaxed outside his comfort zone, was a master at showing off his thighs and sweet ass. Spotlight praised him and told the others to try out his moves too. Roy had some B-boy experience, but Gar was still a problem. Spotlight was patient and got him coached to a passable basic standard of performance. It was clear to the teacher that he'd find this this kid's talents in some routine rather than as a stand-in-place dancer. Maybe the stripper pole? Maybe lap dancing? Turning to the table, he pulled a compact sound system out and put on some mood music.
"Okay, now that you boys've got the hips, put your hands behind your head and let that sway work itself up into your torso. Don't move your feet yet. You want to use your bodies and just your bodies to make people desire you. That's the key to the game, desire. Follow my lead and go!"
Putting hands behind heads brought more attention to the boys' developed pectorals and abdominals, expanding their desirability. Watching them, Spotlight could feel even himself being lured into admiration.
"Damn you, Stallion," he thought, "You are such a lucky bastard to have dug up a set of boys like these."
The Titans swayed that way for a while until Spotlight said, "Right. Now add some forward motion. Hump the air in front of you. During a performance, a few people will be looking at your face and a lot more at your torsos (especially once the clothes come off) but most will be fixated by your meaty bulges."
Dick looked down and saw that, yeah, his slightly more than half hard cock was making quite a bulge in his shorts. Apparently that damned thong was able to accommodate his erect cock as well as his flaccid one. He tried a few quick thrusts forwards and then tried to integrate the forward motion with the sway they'd already mastered. His feet, unbidden, his feet started to work. Now that all his body was involved he really felt like he was getting the knack of the dancing.
"Yeah, Green," Spotlight called out, "Feed the fantasy. I don't know where you got those hula moves, but use them! The rest of you, bring footwork into the fantasy too. Now don't take steps; just let your feet follow where the hips are leading"
Roy and Joe's eyes met, and they began to try to out-grind the other. Joe was always best with working in a team environment, and Roy made a great partner, clearly outdancing his partner while still making him an integral part of the show. But it was Gar that now stole that show. His feet had more travel in them that the others', and he oozed across the stage like sex incarnate. What sealed his success was the fact that he was clearly turned on as he could get short of cumming, and his big dick was at full staff and pouting precum. The thong contained even that mass, and the fluid, though how it did Dick had no clue.
Spotlight rubbed his own crotch. Fuck. Okay, the boys had gotten the basics down, now he could either head off into group moves, or he could indulge himself.
"Enough!" he called, "Get down off the stage and sit in the first row there. I'm going to show you how to give a lap dance."
The Titans sat, and watched as Spotlight, in command of the runway, put on a show for them.
"First, watch my body, but pay attention to my hands," Spotlight said, "Watch how they frame the show. Where hands move, eyes will follow."
The cocoa-skinned stud's hands roamed (That was the only word for it) over his upper body, starting with his arms, playing up the muscles there. They teased his nipples erect, and after that he seductively ran them down his sides until his was stroking his eight-pack abs.
"Are you with me, boys?"
They nodded, entranced by the show.
"Good, now watch this."
The stripper took hold of the crop-top and pulled it up over his head to catch behind his neck. Spotlight's hands now took on the challenge of showing off his pecs. And the show was definitely worth it. The Brazilian's chest, was smooth as had his belly been, and as his underarms were. Roy wondered if he naturally hairless, shaved, or if he had braved it and gone for a Brazilian wax. The archer had done that just once and swore never to again.
As Spotlight continued to toy with his nipples, he assessed his audience. He had their total attention, and the Titans that had not been fully hard before were now. They wriggled in their seats as they tried to find a comfortable position. Not that Spotlight cared really. The Brazilian was in his element now. His hands made their way down towards his basket where they formed a triangle to frame what the stripper had hanging, and the Titans all gulped at what the now saw. His yellow shorts were distended by a cock that had to be at least as big as Gar's.
"Enough of this," Spotlight said. "Give the customer enough of a show to get him hot, but leave the really serious bump and grind until you're face to face with him. Like this."
The Brazilian let it drop, and then came to rest on his butt. He thrust his pelvis a few times and then seductively rolled off the runway to face the four boys. He had their rapt attention, especially when he turned his back and straddled Roy. The redhead stared google-eyed at Spotlight's bubble butt and licked his lips.
"Exactly," the stripper said over his shoulder. "That's what you want—a client that's ravenous for your body. Your job is to feed that hunger. Red, what do you say? How hungry are you?"
Roy could only stare. A bead of drool appeared at the corner of his mouth, and that was answer enough.
"You are hungry. Good. How about your friends?"
Spotlight stepped over to Dick and gave him his own show. Then Joe got his treat, and finally Gar. Gar was so turned on that he reached out and tried to stroke Spotlight's ass.
"No!" Spotlight said as he slapped Gar's hand away. "Never let the client touch you, at least not with his hands. Faces fine, but not hands. You can touch him, but never the other way round. The dancer is in control of the dance at all times. Got it?"
Gar nodded, and to show he had learned the lesson, he leaned forward and instead kissed Spotlight's ass.
The stripper looked at his other students and demanded, "You three getting this too?"
"Yes, sir!" Dick and Roy said, and Joe nodded emphatically.
"Okay. White, since you set up this teaching moment," Spotlight said, "I'll give you a reward."
The hunky Brazilian turned around and presented his bulge.
"Lick me," he said.
As Gar leaned forward again, Spotlight placed his hands behind the green-haired head and forced the young hero's face into his crotch. Gar was entranced by the scent of Spotlight's masculinity, and he rubbed his face up against the bulge like he was a cat scent-marking. Spotlight directed him for a few minutes and then said, "Go ahead. Pig out, boy."
Gar, sighing, pressed his lips against the yellow fabric of Spotlight's shorts and ran his tongue over the Brazilian's cloth-shrouded cock. He kissed it up to the fat head and back down to the base. Then, after shooting Spotlight an entreating look and getting a nod of permission, the green-skinned cock-suck slave licked all around the head, leaving the nylon wet with saliva.
Spotlight watched his students closely. Good. They all lusted for his body. As he abandoned Gar and moved to Joe, Spotlight decided that Rocky had done his job damn well. The blond worshipped his sex unashamedly. Then the redhead eagerly. Finally the raven-haired stud mouthed the Carioca bulge as though his life depended on it. Fuck. Whoever ended up running these boys should count himself beyond lucky.
"Right," the stripper said, stepping away from Dick's pursed lips and lolling tongue, "Everybody back on stage, and let's try running a few routines."
The next few hours concentrated on teaching the boys the subtle (yeah, but really) art of moving as a unit, of making their masculinity seem even more so by precision motion. They got one or two routines down, and Dick surprised his teacher by making a few inspired suggestions. Spotlight especially liked the hero's observation that they might do well with a soloist while the rest played background dancers. Once they were all comfortable with that, they'd have four separate numbers, or they could run them together as one long piece. The professional in Spotlight was almost sorry when it came time get back to the very basics.
"Okay, boys, now I want you to strip for me."
Looking confused for a second, Dick, Joe, and Gar proceeded to pull off their shoes.
"Dammit, don't you know how to follow orders?" Spotlight barked, "I didn't tell you to take your clothes off. I told you to strip. Look at Red there; he's got the idea."
Roy had gone back to running his hands over his body and was currently teasing Spotlight by flashing his abs.
"See? Ease your shirts off like he is. Make it a show."
Following Roy's lead, the Titans slowly exposed their chests. Letting the shirts fall to the stage, they teased their nipples hard and ran gentle fingers over their thorax muscles.
"Yeah," Spotlight breathed, "Now, do the same with your shorts. Show me how you'll sell your asses to the client."
Hands were soon massaging firm ass cheeks and providing a framing element.
"Now, tease me. Show me part of your butts, but not the whole thing. It's strip tease," Spotlight said, emphasizing the word "tease".
But the boys had gotten the idea, and they displayed more or less ass to their teacher as they ground to the music.
"Now, face forward and do the same thing with your crotches. Rocky told me you were hung, but that's not enough. I know a guy with only six inches whose dancing can have an entire room eating out of his hand—even the straights."
Hands strayed across the taunt nylon fabric of the boys' shorts, showing off their hard dicks and the hang of their testicles. Joe even took some initiative and lifted the leg of his shorts to show off the pouch of his thong.
"What the hell, Blue?" Spotlight said, "How can your shorts be tented like that while you still have your junk covered? Fuck, this I have got to see. Shorts off now."
Joe turned and teased the waist of his shorts down over his butt. The wispy nylon fell to the floor, and the bond stepped out of them, all the while swaying his ass at his teacher. The string of his thong ran up his ass-crack to meet the waistband leaving nothing to the imagination.
"The rest of you! Same thing!" Spotlight said.
Once bare-assed, the four Titans turned in unison and gave their teacher the view he'd wanted. The super-science fabric of the thong accommodated their erections, hugging their junk close. Damn! Spotlight knew he needed to get hold of some of these thongs for himself. The Titans proceeded to wrap hands around their bulges and stroke the cock within from root to head and back, over and over, jacking themselves off without giving any glimpse of real raw cock. They cupped their balls and then circled the hang of their nutsacks like a ball stretcher. Without waiting for permission, Dick ran his right hand down inside the pouch of his thong and began to fully masturbate his raw prick.
"Sweet mother of God," Spotlight said, "Slowly, boys, but I need to see you stark naked."
Joe and Dick did an ass tease the way Joe had when he dropped his shorts, but Gar and Roy just pulled the waist of their thongs out. Roy's shlong peeked out the side, but Gar's monster shot up against his belly flinging a thread of precum. They watched Spotlight, gauging from his face when it was time to proceed, and soon all four stood jaybird naked, still dancing with their proud erections joining in the dance at last.
Spotlight wanted nothing more than to throw the boys to the floor and fuck the shit out of each and every one of them, but they needed to rehash the routines they'd just learned, fine-tuning their moves so that swaying man-cock became part of the show. Fucking these boys was just going to have to wait. Rocky was really going to owe him when this day was over.
The rest of the day they concentrated on naked dancing. What to do when a client wanted to watch a JO session or what to do when he wanted to watch one of them cum.
As the boys fell to their knees and beat their meat until the white gold flew through the air, Spotlight could only shake his head. He'd never had such good students. Somebody was about to get a gift he didn't deserve in the least.
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"So, how did my boys do?" Stallion asked. His prize students were lined up across the stage wearing nothing more than their color coded running shorts.
"I think it'd be better if they showed you. Take a seat, and, boys-- hit it!" Spotlight said as he hit the music.
The first notes swelled through the room, and Titans began to dance, first on stage, and then onto and down the runway. Facing Stallion and Spotlight, wearing just their shorts, no thongs that Stallion could see, the boys displayed their sleek muscular bodies. The sight of the erections that began to tent the fabric as they swayed, and as the rods rubbed against the teasing fabric the shorts showed growing sex-juice stains. Meanwhile the boys' hands did fascinating things across sweaty muscles as their bodies swayed and contorted to the music. Elements of Dick's hula, Joe classical ballet, Roy's former b-boy phase, and Gar's animal grace had been shared during the day and combined. The boys were riveting when standing still, but in motion they were hypnotic . Bodies, legs, feet, hands and arms all combined to make this the strip show of all strip shows.
"Damn, Bobby!" Stallion said.
"You like what you're seeing? Just wait."
Spotlight clapped his hands and the newly-minted strippers turned and started sliding their flimsy shorts down over their fine asses. The fabric fell to their feet, and the boys slowly turned. As they did, their dicks become part of the dance as well.
"You got rid of the thongs?" Stallion asked.
"Yeah, I figured they could show you how their woodies will those out later, in private. For this show, I wanted as little as possible between them and us," Spotlight said. "By the way, those thongs are amazing. Where did you get them?"
"Oh," Stallion was grinning, "I have a secret connection at S.T.A.R. Labs, believe it or not. This guy's interested in studying my pheromone powers with an eye towards recreating them, and he has access to some of the miracle fabrics some hero uniforms are made of. The fabric the thongs are made of, would you believe they considered it a failure? It showed off too much, apparently."
"Wait, S.T.A.R. Labs? Are you crazy? What if the guy decides to double-cross you and turn you over to the good guys?"
"Not going to happen."
"And you know this how?"
"How? Because I know (and I can prove) that he's been using what he's learned from me to score with the chicks. If he squeals on me, he'll go down too."
"Speaking of going down let me show you your boys' final exam. Boys, lap dance time!"
The naked Titans slithered off the runway and swayed towards Stallion and Spotlight. As they advanced, they separated. Dick and Roy followed their hard cocks straight towards their teachers, Dick heading for Spotlight, Roy for Stallion. Joe and Gar in the meanwhile took either side, sliding around back of their chosen hunk. Their hands made contact with muscular shoulders and began to massage them. Dick and Roy waved their 9 inch dicks in front of their clients for a moment or two, and then straddled them. Hands that had been roaming over the dancers' bodies just a minute ago now caressed and teased their clients' chests. (Where had those shirts gone?) Roy ruffled Stallion's hair teasingly, and they both leaned over. Face to face, they almost kissed their clients, but instead they up and turned so that their fuckable asses swayed in the teachers' faces. Stallion who had been fucking Roy's ass for a while now and was familiar with its ins and outs still got turned on by the show the redhead was putting on. The boys teased them this way a little, but then got to business, sitting down and grinding away. Dick could feel how Spotlight's monster cock had escaped his shorts and was laying down a layer of precum in his ass-crack. Roy was almost laughing. Stallion's hard cock was still trapped in his leather pants, and he was at the redhead's mercy.
"Fuck!" Stallion sighed.
Spotlight pulled Joe around to stand beside him and started sucking the blond's 8 inches. The stripper's monster gave a little leap, and Dick turned his head to take in the sight.
"Can anyone play?" the raven-haired stud asked.
Spotlight declined to answer. Instead he repositioned Joe so that Dick could share sucking Joe's dick.
"Dammit, you taught these boys good, Rocky," Spotlight said.
"You should try fucking them."
"Oh, I was counting on that. Hot ass is an integral part of the striptease teacher's standard pay," and that said Spotlight reclaimed Joe's cock and got back to the business of sucking its length.
Stallion didn't suck cock himself. (Probably because of his having been brought up in a heavily macho culture.) Other people were free to do whatever they wanted though. Like the whore grinding away on his lap. Stallion could tell Roy was jealous of what Dick was getting, and as a reward Stallion pulled Gar around so that Roy could suck himself silly on Gar's shaft.
In the half hour that followed the four boys traded places so that by the end they had shown off their new skills to both clients. The final pair was Joe who was dry humping Spotlight's shaft and Gar who had leaned around and claimed a kiss from Stallion.
"Okay, boys," Spotlight said, breaking off the show before he shot his wad, "Back in a line. Show position."
Stallion was breathing hard, "I can't believe you taught them all that in just one day."
"They surprised me too. It was like they were natural strippers and whores, but I'll bet your training helped a lot in that regard. How long have you been training them?"
The Titans had gotten used to being talked about as though they weren't there, but they paid close attention to Stallion and Spotlight as they got up out of their chairs.
"A week," Stallion said as he inched his tight leather pants down his thighs.
"Only a week?!" Spotlight said as he kicked his shorts away. "Damn!"
The Brazilian stroked his monster to 11 ½ inches of glory and smiled as the Titans' jaws dropped. They'd wondered, but the reality was so much more than they imagined. It always was.
"It's time for me to claim my payment" Spotlight said, "Blue, bend over the stage and pull your cheeks apart. I don't care how much you've been fucked; this is going to hurt."
Joe complied and waited in anticipation as Spotlight rubbed the head of his dick around the blond's sphincter, greasing him up. Then suddenly he crammed himself in, and the blond delight gave out a squeal and almost passed out from the pain and pleasure. Beside them, Stallion lifted big-dicked Gar up to sit on the stage prior to rolling back and spreading his green thighs. Taking careful aim, the pheromone ranger rammed into his green slave's hot ass. Both tops fell into a rhythm, fucking their boys had and thoroughly. Joe keened as his ass strove to accommodate Spotlight's giant shlong. Gar, always the showoff, screamed, "God! Yes! Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me, Stallion! Breed my boy hole!"
Dick and Roy stood by, waiting their turns, until Roy got tired of being a spectator. The redhead pressed himself against Spotlight's backside and watched over his shoulder as huge Brazilian dick pile-drivered in and out of Joe's tight ass. Spotlight pulled Roy around and kissed him hard as he fucked away. Dick didn't have the gall to treat Stallion the same way. Instead he came to his knees behind the villain and began to worship Stallion's ass, licking his way across the cheeks before giving his tongue leave to explore Stallion's sweaty crack. Stallion growled contentedly as the Boy Wonder worked his way down towards the villain's tight sphincter.
When Spotlight was done with Roy's mouth, he motioned him up onto the runway. Instinctively Roy stood, straddling Joe's body and presented his 9 inches to Spotlight could suck him some more Titan dick.
Stallion was grooving on the feeling of Dick licking around his guardian muscle. He'd never give it up, of course. Getting fucked was entirely outside his genre, but he made a mental note to make sure the dogs could lick a sweaty asshole from here on out.
"Green," Spotlight said, "I want your ass now."
The Brazilian pulled out of Joe's fuck-hole and leaned back against the runway. He held his monster out and said, "Back your ass onto this, boy."
Dick pressed back against Spotlight and tried to relax as the monster cock slid its chocolate length up inside him.
"Fuck!" the Boy Wonder sighed.
"Exactly," Spotlight said, and, putting his hands around Dick's waist, he pulled the stud down until he was fully seated.
Dick had left sighs behind now and was screaming, "Fuck! Yes, fuck!" as Spotlight thrust and withdrew all the while controlling Dick's hips. It was magnificent fucking, and Dick was clearly only along for the ride—which was hot in and of itself.
"Please," the Boy Wonder prayed, "Please let this cock be inside me, fucking me, when they let me cum!"
Joe had taken advantage of the current action to lean over Spotlight's shoulder and kiss his way across to the Brazilian's full lips.
Meanwhile Stallion had pulled Roy down so that he knelt over Gar's spread body. The redhead's cock was busy pumping away in his junior bro's hole when Stallion clambered up and, going up onto his toes, started fucking the archer.
"Ugh ugh ugh!" Roy gurgled as he tried to kiss Gar while fucking him and being fucked at the same time.
They fucked in various combinations until cumming could no longer be put off. Joe now knelt on the floor while the other five surrounded him, flogging their cocks. He stroked his own 8 inches and wondered which stud would be the first to paint his torso with sperm. Of course it would be Gar. The green cum-spiggot gasped and a flood of white shot out onto Joe's shoulder. Dick and Roy followed soon after, splattering his pecs with sperm. Finally Spotlight and Stallion flanked him.
"Open up, blue," Spotlight said.
Joe let his mouth fall open and waited as the two tops edged closer and closer. The blond hero knew Stallion's tells, and he had his mouth full open, his tongue stuck out when the Italian's shaft did what it did best. Salty goo filled Joe's mouth, but he let it stay there as he turned his face towards Spotlight. Joe's deep green eyes drilled up into Spotlight's brown ones, begging for the inevitable flood of jizz. Spotlight smiled at the touching look and stuck the thick head of his dick into Joe's oral cavity as he came. Joe refused to swallow and instead let both heavy loads leak out of his mouth into his cum-speckled boy. And at that point, Joe's hand completed its task, and roped of cum shot up to join the other five loads.
Once they'd all cum, Joe fell back on his haunches, and the other Titans went to their knees alongside him. As his bros licked the blond's body clean of sperm, Spotlight just stared down in awe.
"You know, Rocky, if that perv friend at S.T.A.R. Labs ever figures out how you do that juju you do, and if you decide you want an apprentice..."
"You'll be the first one I call," Stallion smiled.