Superhero: 1 ============
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
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characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
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Discovered ----------
I stared into the mirror, it was depressing. I was a geek. Nobody
could ever love me.
I sighed heavily.
My grandmother called me to come down for dinner. "Victor," she
said, "you seem down, is everything going ok in school?"
"Yeah," I said wistfully.
"Well I'm here for you if you want to talk ever."
I finished off my dinner and then went upstairs and finished my
homework. I logged onto Magic the Gathering: Online (MtG:O) and
won three pick up games before shutting off the computer for the
night.
The next day was Saturday and I figured I could go over to Paul's
house and hang out since my homework was done.
As I fell asleep I was dreaming of being a superhero like
"Superman" or "Spiderman" and imagining my special powers. I must
have drifted off to a deep sleep because my grandmother shook me
awake barely two hours later because the house next door was on
fire.
She got me to bundle up and we headed out into the street with our
cat, Artemis. The blaze had caught so quickly that there was no
time for our neighbors to evacuate, Paul and his parents were no
more.
The fire fighters contained the blaze only after it damaged our
roof and that of several other neighbors. We ended up having to go
to my uncle's house to spend the night.
He was eccentric and geeky himself. In many ways he and I looked
quite alike. He reminded us not to "touch anything" and had me
sleep on the couch and my grandmother take the guest room.
Artemis had other plans and quickly got himself tangled in some of
my uncle's gadgets. While untangling the cat, I knocked something
over and got a whack on my head. I awoke in the hospital.
The nurses helped me relieve myself and then explained that I had
taken a bad blow to my head. My luck seemed to be at an ebb.
My grandmother showed up and said we had been able to move back
into our house and that Artemis was fine. My uncle was nowhere to
be seen.
My grandmother kept me home from school for several days but I
noticed I was feeling odd. I did not say anything because I wanted
to try to return to normalcy, but I found myself feeling
"stronger". I also would have sworn that I was starting to "hear"
things.
The hearing part was more obvious on the bus as it seemed like I
was hearing two of the bullies at the back of the bus talking as
if they were standing next to me. Being stupid I turned and looked
back at them and they mouthed they were going to "get me."
Fuck!
The morning assembly overwhelmed me and I passed out and had to be
taken to the nurse. When I started coming to I heard my
grandmother and the nurse talking to the principal. Paul's death
came up. The principal remarked that he was certain I would get
could grades and that I should take some time off.
My grandmother took me home and sent me right to bed.
I fell asleep dreaming of superheroes again but this time I was
much clearer on what my powers would be: superstrength and
telepathy. The telepathy would let me anticipate the bad guy's
moves and also get them to follow my instructions.
Hero Awakens ------------
The next morning geek Victor Webster was no more. On looking in
the mirror I could see I was more muscular. I also started
remembering strange electrical flashes. Perhaps one of my uncle's
gadgets had gotten me in my fall to save Artemis.
My grandmother talked me into going to see a doctor. In the office
I started to realize that I was not actually "hearing" the
conversations with my ears but rather more "intuiting" them inside
my head.
The doctor gave me a clean bill of health after I insisted that I
was doing fine. I got sent home and after two more days off, back
to school.
Each morning though I was becoming more and more muscular. Also, I
was finding that I could more easily read individual minds and
tune out irrelevant conversations.
The first sign of my improved skills came when two bullies came to
beat me up. I sensed them coming and was able to anticipate their
moves and responded with my newfound muscles. The two bullies were
flattened to the ground in no time.
The word of my triumph over the bullies spread like wildflowers.
I began working out more and more at a local gym. It was there
that I began to notice a lot of guys taking an interest in my
body. I even talked my grandmother into buying me some workout
clothes from International Male.
With those I was drawing even more attention and I could tell some
of the guys were definitely hot for me.
I resolved to stop at my uncle's and find out the truth about my
abilities. I went directly from the gym to his apartment and asked
him if I had been zapped or some such.
My uncle tried to lie, but my new found telepathic abilities let
me know that I had been zapped by a device he had developed to
enhance latent abilities. I had also broken the device beyond
repair.
I left after some more pleasantries and resolved that I would
start exploring the limits of my abilities further.
Exploration -----------
I had never had much luck with the ladies but that had never
bothered me much since I was more one for the guys. With my
newfound muscles I was feeling self-confident enough to go out to
a gay club.
I snuck out of the house in my sexiest, tightest fitting outfit
and went down to SBNY. I had to use my powers for the first time
to distract the bouncer from carding me. It was a bit surprised it
worked just like a Jedi-mind trick that Paul and I used to joke
about, "These aren't the droids you're looking for." I basically
did the same thing in the bouncer's mind, "This boy is old enough
to enter."
Bang, I was into the club. Chalk one up to super powers.
I struck my eyes onto a hot guy in the middle of the dance floor.
I could hear him thinking how hot he thought he was. I waited by
the bar and talked the bar tender into serving me a vodka straight
up.
I reached out into the air and made myself more attractive to the
guys in the club. I was quickly swarmed by a small group of hot
guys trying to get dates with me.
It worked. The gentleman at the center of the dance floor soon
took notice of me. I drew him in gently working his ego
telepathically. By the time he reached me, his prime was pumped. I
sweet talked him into taking me home with minimal effort and he
hailed a cab and we reached his house in no time flat.
His name turned out to be Michael and he was sexy. He had me out
of my clothing quickly and was gentle with me. I had never had sex
before, I was a virgin and now, my first time I was doing it as a
telepath.
I could feel inside Michael as he pushed me onto my knees.
Instinctively I knew what to do and also could hear exactly what
he wanted. I knew as he said I was giving him the "best blowjob
ever" that he was telling the truth.
When he fucked me later in the evening I shot my load as he
inserted into me. He laughed a bit but I could tell something
quite similar had happened to him on his first time and he kissed
me tenderly. I was under no illusions that he loved me or that I
meant anything to him. He gave me cab fare to get home and I left
him.
But it was on our way home that I met my destiny. We got caught in
a massive traffic jam heading back into Brooklyn and I got out of
the cab and started walking across the bridge when I came across
the problem. The police had closed the opposite footpath and I was
walking right into a hostage situation.
I reached out to the hostage taker's mind and found he was
insanely mad. For a second the intensity of his insanity nearly
knocked me off my feet and over the side of the bridge. I could
sense his hostage's mind, she was in terror. There were also
thirteen plus police officers moving in. But given all of the
bridge traffic it was going to be hard for a sharp shooter to take
him out.
I reached out further to the hostage taker's mind and started
bending it gradually at first. Then I pushed deeper. He collapsed
to the floor of the walkway peacefully and was safely arrested. I
felt good about what I had done and continued on my way home.
I snuck back into the house and my grandmother was none the wiser
for my evening adventure.
Outfit ------
As school finished up I was working out more and more regularly. I
had made some preliminary sketches of an outfit I wanted to design
also.
Meanwhile I was going out to the clubs more, but may grades were
not suffering. My next adventure would be outside SBNY three weeks
after the bridge incident.
I was hanging outside the club with a handsome black guy I had
picked up. I was itching to have the guy's massive cock inside me
when I sensed some trouble down the alley.
I left Keith standing at the curb and ran down the alley at a
break neck speed. Two large guys were attacking a smaller guy and
hurling homophobic epithets.
I slammed their minds with a telepathic blast I had been
practicing and then followed through with some good old fashioned
upper cuts to knock them on their asses.
I helped the young kid, Tom, up and carried him to the curb. Keith
was looking at me impatiently and I asked him to call 911.
Keith left Tom and I with the police. A little bit of telepathy
was all I needed to basically keep my name out of the police
ledger and I ended up going with Tom to the hospital in the
ambulance.
At the hospital I stayed with him until his parent arrived and
then slipped away. I was pissed at Keith for not caring about
helping someone. But that hardened my resolve to start patrolling
against crime.
I moved out of my grandmother's house after high school graduation
and took a day job waiting tables in the theatre district and
cruised by night. I found a decent loft to move into with a motley
crew of actors and actresses from different plays. My grandmother
disapproved but did not say anything.
One of my roommates did costume design and got totally into
helping me make my superhero costume. Not realizing the full
import of it. After he finished it, I use telepathy to make him
forget that he had made it for me.
The outfit was snug fitting and allowed my now well developed
musculature to show off. Also a mask was a part of the costume and
it would reduce the chances of me being recognized.
Name ----
I needed to pick a name next and that came more slowly. I found
waiting tables to be strangely satisfying and managed to weasel
large tips out of my patrons using my abilities.
I suppose that a Boy Scout hero like Superman would have
disapproved but it paid the rent.
I toyed with the name "Rage" from the American show Queer as Folk,
but discarded the idea as too trite. In seven weeks of living in
Manhattan I had thwarted about three crimes a week and was
starting to settle into a pattern. I was also completely anonymous
still. Maybe I did not need a name.
Then he entered my life. I was in a knock down brawl with five
gang members when suddenly a handsome blonde guy about my size
appeared and started hurling balls of lightening at the gang
members. We polished them off quickly and he introduced himself as
"Electro".
My brain stumbled and I settled on "Telag."
"Nice to meet you," but you should be careful you almost got your
ass kicked.
I nodded, the gang members had been stronger than I expected.
"Let's get out of here before they come too," Electro offered and
I followed him back to a beat up looking car and we headed up past
Central Park to Harlem.
Electro was not wearing anything special except a hot leather
jacket and patent leather Italian shoes. His only concession to
secrecy was a Robin-style eye mask. When he removed it, his
gorgeous face stood out.
"Um, you forgot to drop me off," I said politely.
He shrugged and threw off the jacket and picked up a bottle of
water from the counter and poured it over himself. It was cliche,
but sexy. I took off my mask and sat down on his couch.
"So what's your ability?"
"Telepathy," I said.
"Cool, there are a few dozen of us in the New York City area these
days, but it is always nice to meet someone new."
"Us?"
"Yeah, formerly ordinary men and women with unusual abilities."
I nodded, not that I understood really, but I was hoping he would
share more details.
"You might want to ease back on the costume since you can't fly,"
he suggested casually. I had to admit my costume could be a bit
much but I felt it gave me a certain edge.
"Is there a group?"
"Nah," he said, "we are just a bunch of people who find ourselves
trying to help others out. Real name is Forbes March. What is
yours?"
"Victor Webster."
"Well Victor, aside from breaking up gang fights what do you like
to do?"
I noticed that he had sat down next to me on the couch and was
extremely close. I did not need to use much telepathic skill to
figure out he was putting the moves on me.
"I think we have a lot in common," I said looking into his eyes
deeply.
"Good," he said as he kissed me.
My heart melted at that moment.
We did not go any further that night than kissing but the
experience was like lightening bolts through my heart. The
intensity of each kiss seemed to resonate telepathically. But the
fact that he like being kissed by me, Victor Webster, made it all
the better.
Forbes dropped me back at my apartment in the morning. We had not
slept but he looked ruggedly handsome and ready for his day at the
office. I quickly changed and went down to the restaurant to get
things ready for the early rush.
All day I could not get him out of my mind. I ended up deciding to
follow his advice and get rid of my more League of
Justice/Superman style tights costume for a more street savvy
outfit. After work I picked up a leather gunslinger type jacket
and dark clothes. I also picked up a mask like the one Forbes, I
mean Electro, liked to wear.
We had not exactly made plans for a second date or even to get
together, but he found me at SBNY.
Real Life ---------
At SBNY he asked me if I could help him with a problem at his
work. I agreed without really getting much in the way of
background.
He led me out of the noisy club and onto the streets. We looked
quite the pair. We ended up at the District Attorney's office for
Manhattan. The sign on his desk read "Assistant District Attorney
Forbes March". He turned on a light and handed me a case file. It
was for a missing girl and a creepy child molester they had
arrested.
"Something feels wrong about this case," he said.
I picked up the file and looked at the mug shot for the suspect.
"Girl is still missing," I said.
"Yeah," no leads either.
"What you want me to do?"
"Tomorrow he is being arraigned in court, I want you to find out
where the girl is."
I agreed.
I went back to his apartment and again we confined ourselves to
kissing. Again it was wonderful. In the morning he put on a suit
and I followed him to court. Forbes showed me where to sit so I
would have a good line of sight to the suspect in the courtroom.
The case was the second one called. As soon as the suspect entered
I started mind walking him. It was frightening, he had hurt a
large number of children and never been punished for those crimes.
But I could not find anything relating to the most recent
kidnapping.
Without evidence linking the suspect to the crime, the judge
released him.
Forbes pulled me aside after the hearing and we went to the
cafeteria. "Wrong guy," I said, "but he should rot in hell."
Forbes nodded and kissed me in the cafeteria. It felt good to be
loved so publicly and to know that he did not mind being out.
Forbes sent me home to work and suggested we try to do some
digging that night to find the real perp.
I found it hard to focus on my day job waiting tables. In the
evening I was at Forbes' apartment in my crime fighting outfit.
We headed out in his car to a Staten Island neighborhood near the
Fresh Kills Landfill. We put on our masks and snuck through the
neighborhood towards an industrial building. "Tip," he said as he
mentally signaled for me to take the back while he took the front.
I suppose I should have sensed someone inside but I still was not
100% on the scope of my telepathic abilities. There was nobody in
the warehouse but we found the tattered remains of a girl's dress.
Electro had to fight shooting a burst of electricity into the
building from anger. I kissed him and suggested we circle the
outside looking for clues. Once outside I reached out in a wide
circle for minds. I sensed something faint and took off at a mad
dash into the landfill.
Electro followed me and helped me dig through an area of garbage.
It was not long before we reached the girl. She was barely
breathing and Electro gave her mouth-to-mouth to bring her too.
We took off our masks and went back to his car and called the
police.
It was after two in the morning when we finished up. Forbes' DA
credentials kept us from overly heavy questioning by the police
and he ended up taking me back to my house.
For a moment I was afraid he was done with me. But instead he
asked to come up. I mentioned the roommate situation and he said
he did not mind.
My roommates were just coming in and razzed me for being with an
older guy. We went back to my curtained off area and plopped onto
the futon.
"Now I know what has been distracting you," I said. He nodded
absently and began to undress me. I stopped him gently and teased,
"How do you know I want to do more than just kiss?"
He laughed and kept stripping me naked. I guess he did not have to
be a telepath to know I wanted to be fucked by him.
Electric Sex ------------
To say that the sex between us was electric was the understatement
of the year. His tongue probed my mouth and seemed to be on fire
with electrical sparks. I lay on my back as he lifted my legs.
He grabbed a condom from out of his wallet and slid it on fluidly
in a single motion. A spark formed at the tip of his rigid cock
head as he thrust into my waiting ass gently but firmly. I gasped
madly for air. Forbes was electrifying my body ever so slightly
within my ass as he pumped in and out of me and we kissed
passionately.
We also were tightly coupled mentally. He could hear me thinking
to him as I could hear him. It was unreal.
With each thrust the intensity of the electrical shock within me
grew stronger. It had my cock harder than I had ever imagined and
then I shot a huge load onto Forbes' chest as he began to pump cum
into my ass.
He stayed inside me and we kissed and kept connected
telepathically for some time after the act. It was the best erotic
experience of my life.
Routines --------
My roommates could not believe the racket that Forbes and I had
made the previous night and wasted no time taking up teasing me
about it. Forbes and I were over ten years apart in age, but I
knew from how intimately we had already connected that this
relationship had legs.
The next morning, news of the kidnapping of a second young girl
set Forbes in rage. We parted company for the day and he left me
with his house key to meet him after work to start our search for
the kidnapper.
Forbes came home with a wealth of confidential information about
the abduction that we poured over as we ate take out Chinese food.
When we finished Forbes suggested we try to meet up with other
superheroes to crack the abductions. We geared up and took off in
his car. We parked near the entrance to a ventilation building for
the Holland Tunnel and walked to a nondescript doorway.
We were both wearing our masks when we entered and walked down
into the bowels of the building and through a passageway that
seemed to run into the sewers.
We seemed to be walking under Canal Street towards the subway
station when Electro ducked into a passageway and I followed. He
placed his hand on what appeared to be a solid stone wall and it
opened to reveal a stylish bunker-type command center.
Inside there were a number of individuals attired in various types
of disguises. Electro approached a female standing near the front
of the room and then waved me over for an introduction.
She had created this command center using her inheritance and had
gathered a number of other heroes together. She wore a cat-like
outfit and a full cowl obscured her face completely. She called
the ten or so people in the room to order and we sat down. Electro
outlined the situation with the kidnappings and a few moments
later everyone agreed to help.
Cathus (the female leader) then quizzed me further about my
abilities. She seemed impressed overall and separated us up since
she thought if I was able to fly over the city I might be able to
sense the kidnapper or the girl.
Patronus, another female, with the ability to fly would carry me
on her shoulders across the city. Electro would work with Cathus
on checking out some of the less reputable places in the city.
It felt weird to be apart from Electro--Forbes--but I knew that a
little girl's life depended on us.
Patronus flew us at about 1000 feet over industrial areas of the
city. She was careful to ensure that we would not be seen. At
first the exhilaration of flying overwhelmed me but she scolded me
to focus on finding the kidnapper.
I did my best to reach out my mind to the darkness of the city
without any luck. When we all regrouped around 0400 in the room we
had all struck out. Cathus promised that everyone would keep an
eye out.
Meanwhile Electro and I unmasked in his car and headed back to
his apartment.
We collapsed in each other's arms that night in exhaustion. In the
morning Forbes dragged himself to his office and I headed to wait
tables. By evening the media was already blaming the police and
district attorneys office for incompetence in not catching the
kidnapper.
Forbes was depressed when he came home and I ended up cooking
dinner. We ate quickly and then took his car to Port Elizabeth,
New Jersey, to check out some of the container farms on a tip.
We arrived and donned our masks and Electro blasted a hole in the
wall to get us in. We crawled through. The containers were stacked
four and five high in places. We ducked between two rows of
containers as we caught sight of someone else prowling the port
area.
We followed from a row away as the stranger walked down the row
and then opened one of the end containers a row from us. I reached
out telepathically and could not sense anyone else in the area. We
waited till he left and then split up. Electro followed him and I
checked out the container. There were the remains of a young girl.
I was careful to shield my mind to avoid broadcasting my find to
Electro.
Instead I signaled Electro to take the stranger down for
questioning. About two minutes later Electro emerged with the
stranger unconscious. I scanned the guy's mind and he was the one
who had taken both girls.
We tied the guy up in the container and then scrambled before I
called 911 from a pay phone.
Beginnings ----------
We made it back to Forbes apartment in time to receive the call
for him to come down to make a call on going before a grand jury
for an indictment for kidnapping and murder one.
He left me alone in the apartment and I found myself reflecting on
my new life. I left a note that I was visiting Cathus and found my
own way to the Canal Street subway station and then into the
superheroes' meeting room.
Although word of our discovery was already on the news, I was more
curious about learning about the origins of my powers.
Cathus was out but Patronus and a few other superheroes were
hanging out. They high fived me for the work on tracking the girl
down and I nodded politely.
Patronus took pity on me after a bit and sat down to talk with me.
She had found her ability to fly as she hit puberty. Like most of
us there was some scarring event before the powers came out. For
her it was a rape. I thought back to the night my powers came out,
the fire, Paul's death, the accident at my uncle's apartment.
It made a certain degree of scientific sense she explained as she
showed me some of the research Cathus had conducted on the other
heroes. I took some of my own time to scan the different records.
When Electro's record came up on the screen. I pushed the file
away, that was something I would let him tell me about when he was
ready.
I returned to my own apartment for a few minutes and listened to a
message from the restaurant complaining about my absence. I
decided not to bother with work and packed a few things and headed
back to Harlem and Forbes' apartment.
I flicked on the television and saw Forbes on TV with the Chief
Police and the Mayor proclaiming how they had cracked this case.
When he smiled at the camera I somehow felt he was smiling at me.
I fell asleep on the couch and when he did make it home many hours
later he kissed me softly on the lips and asked me if I wanted to
go to bed.
He lifted me off the couch and carried me to the bed where we lay
with him spooned against me for the whole night.
In the morning he asked me to move in. I agreed and then headed
off to get changed for work. My boss at the restaurant scolded me
rudely for missing the previous day's work, but knowing that I was
consistently liked by many regulars and a high tip receiver
decided against firing me.
After work, I went back to my apartment and packed all of my
belongings. There were not many and left a letter to my roommates
announcing where I was moving to.
I then took a cab up to Harlem to my--our--apartment. Forbes was
not home and I called my grandmother to tell her I had moved. She
was not thrilled by my new address but did admit that she liked
that there was only going to be one roommate now.
I ended up cooking dinner for Forbes and we ate slowly and enjoyed
each other's company leisurely. We stayed home that night and he
told me about how he had acquired his powers.
It had been on a tour of a hydroelectric dam near Niagara Falls
when he was eight. "I was with my parents and we were walking
amongst the turbines," he explained, "then an explosion sounded.
There was no time evacuate. My parents died before my eyes and a
bolt of energy hit me. Somehow I survived, but I was transformed."
Forbes held me tight so I could not turn and kiss him for comfort.
I knew he was crying. I mindspoke that I loved him and he stopped
and kissed the back of my neck. We fell asleep like that then.
The trial was rough on Forbes and we had almost no time to patrol.
Somehow putting the girl's killer behind bars--actually under the
needle--gave him a peace of mind. I was still working as a waiter
for lunch. I managed to switch to a restaurant closer to Harlem,
"Terrace in the Sky" which was near Columbia and where the higher
prices meant larger tips.
It was not until the trial ended with a guilty verdict that Forbes
stopped crying in his sleep. It was hard for me to deal with
because he did not want to talk about it but I also had a hard
time blocking out his thoughts.
After the trial, we started having a lot more fun. We would
generally go out after dinner to a club and then prowl the streets
to stop crimes for a few hours before heading home. All in all it
was quite satisfying.
Also the sex between us stayed extremely hot and heavy and
electric. Also, he had no problem being out at work and I was
regularly invited to work functions and most of the people in the
office had gotten to know me.
Moving Forward --------------
We had been together for about nine months when my grandmother had
a heart attack and died. Forbes was wonderful about comforting me.
My uncle, Forbes, and I were the only attendees at the funeral and
burial.
My grandmother had left the house and about fifty thousand dollars
in savings to me. Forbes and I decided to move into it after a bit
of debate. We would both have a trip into work, but if I switched
to a restaurant closer to the DA's office it was relatively easy
for us to get to Manhattan from Brooklyn Heights.
Several times I caught myself walking into my childhood bedroom
instead our bedroom after we moved, but overall it was a good
decision to move.
Forbes was making a bit over $60,000 a year with benefits and I
was making barely $10,000 in reported wages and about the same in
tips working lunches only. So my grandmother's money was a good
excuse for us to take a vacation.
I planned the trip to Paris and Madrid for early September with
Forbes' blessings. The morning we left for Paris he surprised me
by getting on his knees and offering a platinum engagement ring to
me. I accepted.
On the cab ride to JFK, he explained that he wanted us to be
equals in everything in the relationship and that he had a lawyer
friend drawing up documents. I agreed and asked if he wanted me to
buy him a ring. He said he had actually bought a matching ring but
was not sure how I felt about buying it for him. I said I would
pay any cost and he smiled and handed me a jewelry box. Right
there in the cab I gave him the ring.
I sensed the cabbie about to make a remark and I used my powers to
distract him from our affections. We encountered our first problem
at the metal detectors. I guess I had not thought through how
Forbes hidden powers might set off a metal detector. He motioned
me to keep walking but I stayed in line of sight with the guard
frisking him and telepathically got the guard to let Forbes go
even though the hand wand was still going off.
As we strolled to the gate, I mindspoke, "Fuck that was annoying."
He smiled back at me and thought, "wasn't so bad before September
11."
I nodded.
At the gate I sweet talked the gate agent into giving us a free
first class upgrade. We got to board early and took some champagne
to toast our engagement. I fell asleep shortly after take off
contemplating what a wonderful change my life had taken in just a
year.
We cleared customs quickly in Paris and took a cab to our hotel.
After checking in I wanted to cover the whole city but Forbes
clipped my wings and pulled me into bed.
We made out in the room until around 2000 and then hit some gay
clubs. We did not really know where to go and since we were
staying in a "gay" hotel we just hit the gay bar in the ground
floor of our hotel.
Although I did not speak French, I was surprised to find that my
special powers enabled me to understand a good bit of what people
were trying to say. We ended up leaving the bar to walk along the
Siene at night.
We ended up just standing on the banks for a while when we were
accosted by a man wielding a knife. Forbes blasted him to the
ground with an electric blast quicker than I could blink and then
I wiped his mind so he would not be going around about being hit
by lightening. Nobody had witnessed the incident and we decided to
leave without calling the police.
Back in our hotel room around 0200, we planned an itinerary for
the next day and collapsed in each other's arms.
The Louvre was our first stop. Forbes knew a surprising amount
about art and history as he was actually a Columbia graduate for
both undergraduate and law school. As a result he had been
subjected to their (in)famous core curriculum. For me it was
exciting and romantic that he knew so much about the paintings we
were seeing.
I was surprised to see artists in the galleries reproducing some
of the famous works since one does not generally see that in
American museums. I also made Forbes promise to take me to the Met
when we got back home.
Towards the end of our day as we were leaving, Forbes whispered,
"Victor see that couple over there?" A handsome gay couple was
walking out of the Louvre ahead of us. They paused in the
courtyard and we approached and introduced ourselves.
The four of us went to an early dinner together. John and Thomas
were from Philadelphia. They worked for the University of
Pennsylvania and were celebrating their first anniversary together
as well.
We ended up walking over to the Arc De Triumph and then back to
the Marais district to hit a gay bar.
In a gay bar we all ended up dancing together for a few hours.
They were staying at a hostel far from the Marais and so we ended
up convincing them to come back to our hotel.
Thomas and John stripped naked and Forbes and I followed suit.
Forbes checked in with me mentally, "you ok with this." I spoke
back to his mind, "yeah."
Thomas and Forbes paired up and Thomas was on his knees sucking
Forbes off in seconds. John looked at me, "hey Vic, can I?"
I nodded and John started sucking me off. It was a wonderful
sensation. I had never really thought of myself as a "top" or a
"bottom". Forbes was the second man I had ever had sex with and I
was more in love with him than anything. I supposed I had deferred
to him because of his age and maturity.
It felt really good to have my dick sucked. John was sucking me
hard as his partner Thomas was sucking my partner. I found myself
putting my hands on John's head to force him to suck me harder.
Four Way --------
Thomas and John were both handsome and it was hot to realize that
there were four hot guys in our hotel room all having sex. I could
sense that John wanted to be fucked so I grabbed a condom and
pushed John into the bed, face down, and took him from the rear. I
really wished I could shoot small amounts of electricity through
him like Forbes, but contented myself with reaching into him
telepathically.
I manipulated his mind to relax more completely and open his
fuckhole to me. As he relaxed I made it so he found it intensely
pleasurable. It felt good to use my dick to fuck someone and I
drove John to three orgasms in close succession.
Forbes was still getting sucked by Thomas and we swapped off.
Forbes pulled John off the bed and got him down on his knees as I
took Thomas. Thomas had seen how intensely I had fucked John and
just came out and asked to be fucked.
I put on a fresh condom and repeated the process I had used on
John with Thomas.
Thomas relaxed easily and quickly and then I worked him into a
sexual frenzy as I fucked him with my cock. It did not take much
effort to force four orgasms out of his hot body.
Forbes then pulled Thomas' exhausted body off the bed and had him
kneeling next to John on the floor so that the two of them were
sucking Forbes' cock. I found the sight of my lover with two
gorgeous gay men on his cock incredibly arousing and fought the
urge to just shoot a load standing there.
I mindspoke him and we decided to have some more fun with the
couple. We took them to our bathroom and I got them to shave one
another below the neck completely. Forbes and I stood in the
doorway to the bathroom watching them shave each other. It was
quite a sight and the two of us kept our hard cocks pressed
against one another and were kissing as we watched.
They looked really sexy shaved and Forbes suggested that we shave
their heads as well. I convinced them to sit in the tub and then
both Forbes and I took turns using the clippers to get the bulk of
their hair off.
Thomas started to object and I calmed him and assured him that he
would be sexier when we finished. He quieted down and then we
started working with razors to thoroughly denude them of their
hair.
I found the process quite erotic and they definitely looked quite
sexy when we finished with nothing but their eyebrows. "Victor,
no," he said, but I had already removed John's eyebrows with the
razor. Forbes followed suit with Thomas.
Now they looked quite shocking.
I had Thomas and John kiss and lick Forbes' and my bare feet as
thanks for shaving and fucking them. That felt really good and
ultimately the four of us piled into bed for the night.
In the morning they were both a bit shocked, but strangely pleased
by their appearances. "Victor, you are quite good," my boyfriend
commented as we all headed down to the street to go our separate
ways.
We enjoyed the Eiffel Tower and several other outdoor venues that
day before heading to Madrid by train that night.
In Madrid we stayed at the five star Hotel Villa Real near many of
the museums. I had found myself wanting to find another play toy,
or toys, like Thomas and John here in Madrid.
"Victor," Forbes said, "did you want to go to a museum?"
"That would be great," I said as I kissed him on the mouth and
slid my tongue in.
Madrid ------
We headed to the Prado and I found myself rapt in attention to
Forbes' descriptions of the artworks. I noticed that a youngish,
barely fourteen, year old guy was eyeing us.
"What's the age of consent in Spain?"
Forbes shrugged. I winked at the guy and we left the museum. While
we were in a cafe, I logged onto the Internet and checked it out:
13 from ageofconsent.com.
I debated going back to the museum, but we ended up hanging out
people watching in the cafe for the rest of the afternoon. We
lucked out though because the kid showed up again down the street
and I called out to him, mentally.
He stopped by our table and sat down. "Mi nombre es Arxel"
I knew enough Spanish to get us by, "hola Arxel, my nombre es
Viktor y el es Forbes."
"De donde estas?"
"Los Estados Unidos--New York," I responded.
"Quiero visitar los Estados Unidos."
Forbes interjected, "do you speak English?"
Arxel shook his head. I knew that Forbes would not forgive me if I
used even the gentlest telepathic techniques to score with Arxel.
He was after all a "child" to my ADA husband.
But according to Spanish law he was old enough to make his own
choices about sex. We took Arxel to dinner at the hotel and
learned some more about is family.
Then we went up to our hotel room. Arxel though took the lead, he
took a condom from his pocket and lined Forbes and I up face down
next to each other on the beds. He was no innocent. He climbed on
top of us and fucked both of us one after the other and then left
us.
It was quite an experience.
When we had to come back to the States I felt sad. I had to trick
the guards at security again to get Forbes through. I used some
telepathic persuasion to score us first class tickets again back
to JFK.
When we landed we took a cab back to our home in Brooklyn heights.
Artemis, our cat, was indifferent at seeing us. We both still had
one more day off and decided that we would spend it at home.
Home ----
I was sucking Forbes the next morning when the phone rang. Against
my better judgment Forbes convinced me to answer. It was our
friends Thomas and John from Philadelphia who we had met in Paris.
They had just gotten back to the states and wanted to hook up
again.
They were on reduced work because of the summer vacation and took
the train up to meet us. We met them at Penn station. They looked
stark without their hair and we hugged in the station and took
them back to our house.
Thomas could hardly keep his hands off me on the train and when I
threatened to spank him if he did not control himself he got
friskier.
Forbes did the honors as we got inside and bent Thomas over the
back of the sofa and delivered several firm slaps to the shaved
man's jeans covered butt.
There was a small amount of stubble on John's head already and I
politely instructed Thomas to go up to the bathroom and remove the
stubble. I reinforced the message with a telepathic push.
I consulted with my boyfriend and we decided that we would tie
them up and take turns fucking them.
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