Boy Wonder
The entrance to the cave began to brighten and the bats roosting in the ceiling
began to chitter as bright white light poured into the huge cave, growing
brighter and stronger and accompanied by a throaty rumble as a sleek black car
roared in and screeched to a stop on a large turntable in the centre of the
cavern. Lights came on automatically and by the time the car doors opened the
cavern was brightly lit and the rows of computers and sensor equipment were
active and ready to go.
The man who stepped out of the driver's side was tall, muscular and apart from
his mouth and chin, totally encased in a rubberised costume of tough plastic
armour, complete with moulded helmet that had two tall earlike spikes at the top
and a yellow and black badge on the chest in the shape of a bat. His armour was
scuffed and spattered with dirt and blood while his almost indestructible cape
had a large tear in it. He stood and looked around his headquarters and a small
smile crept across his lips.
The second man was smaller and lighter, agility rather than brute strength his
form of fitness but he too wore a substantial armoured costume, not as black as
his companion but a dark red the colour of dried blood and with a stylised "R"
on the breast. His legs were clad in skin tight rubberised pantyhose that clung
to every contour while his head was bare but for a small mask that covered his
eyes and the bridge of his nose leaving his sweaty black hair free.
"C'mon, Dick." His older friend said as he strode off up a ramp that lead to the
elevator, "let's get cleaned up."
"Sure, Bruce," the young man said jogging in pursuit, "that was sure a swell
battle tonight."
Bruce smiled his sardonic grin again. "Indeed. I think the Gotham Guerrillas
will think twice before causing trouble again."
The elevator doors opened and they stepped in. "Did you see me get that guy with
the chainsaw?"
"I sure did, Dick. I don't know what I'd do without you."
The young man gazed up at his companion eagerly and the two men stared at each
other for a long moment, then the door pinged and they stepped out into the well
equipped gym section. They turned left and walked into the changing rooms. "I
saw the way you beat up the leader, Bruce, you really gave it to him good." They
stopped by the large lockers. "The way you threw him off the top of the City
Hall building and got him right into the dumpster was awesome."
His companion nodded at the compliment and began to unstrap the flexible but
heavy armour. "Killing is a last resort my young friend. We must be noble and
pure when it comes to fighting crime in this city." He watched as his friend
shrugged out of his own suit, armoured but lighter and easier to get out of.
Under the costume he wore a tight black spandex leotard that showed off his
lithe body to it's full advantage. Bruce removed his own chest protector and
began to unbuckle the lower sections of his own, more complex suit.
"Was it okay," Dick said as he slid the tight plastic leggings down over his
legs, "how I used the car on remote to take out that guy with the motorcycle
then, Bruce?"
"Absolutely." He replied watching as Dick folded up his pantyhose and gazing at
the well-defined bulge in his spandex undersuit. "He was a menace to us, his
associates, and the innocent bystanders. I'm sure he'll be out of traction by
next year." They laughed heartily, both still fired up and pumped from the
dangerous battle.
Dick kicked off his boots and turned wearing only the skin tight black
undersuit. "Let me help you with that." He said as Bruce struggled with another
section of armour. The older man sat astride the bench and allowed his friend to
stand in front of him, reaching around to undo the straps on his shoulders.
"I never did like this design," he said softly looking at the lissom body inches
from his face, shimmering in the light reflected from the tight spandex. "I
should spend some time redesigning it."
"I don't mind." Dick said moving to the other shoulder. "God I love this job.
Beating up the bad guys, researching cool stuff, building this great equipment.
It's great!" The strap freed and he stepped back. Bruce shrugged out of the
chest section revealing his own tight black undersuit, though his had full arms
and legs too, his arms still clad in the toughened gauntlets and his legs still
wearing the padded thigh armour, greaves and heavy boots. He leaned the armour
against his locker and turned back to face Dick who was standing two feet away,
pounding a fist into his other hand and talking excitedly about the fight. And,
Bruce noticed looking at his crotch, getting more excited with every moment.
Hiring Dick had been a stroke of genius. He was smart, good in a fight and being
an ex acrobat a great lay.
Dick had finished his rousing description of his part in the battle and was
breathing heavily. "God, Bruce, I was great out there."
"You're great anywhere." Bruce replied feeling his own breath quicken and in a
flash Dick was on him, hands on his head tongue in his mouth mashing their lips
together in a hungry, passionate kiss. Bruce's hands went around Dick's waist
and up his back, enjoying the slick feel of the spandex and pulling his body to
him, his stiff cock pressing against his stomach. The two men almost ate each
other as their mouths opened and closed in a lust driven chewing, tongues
entwining and licking. Bruce's hands roamed over Dick's back, one high, between
the shoulders pulling him close, the other low, cupping his buttocks and
massaging his crack. Dick meanwhile had one hand behind Bruce's head pulling him
into the embrace, the other delving down to cup his cock, fingers massaging his
balls gently but urgently.
After a few minutes of groping Dick finally managed to open the hidden flap in
Bruce's undersuit and his large cock pushed out. Still with his tongue as far
into the older man's mouth as he could get it, Dick worked solely by touch and
gently freed the hot, sweaty cock, then, with careful manipulation he freed
first one ball then the second so that all was clear, a fringe of pubic hair
tufting out to frame them.
Dick didn't want to stop snogging his lover but he desperately wanted that tool
in his mouth and after some indecision a mouthful of cock won over a mouthful of
tongue. He broke away and was going to kiss his way down Bruce's torso but Bruce
pushed him away and stood up. Disappointment was replaced by yearning as his
companion stood up placed his hands on Dick's shoulders and like a magician
doing the table cloth trick yanked down and out pulling the spandex clean off
Dick's body.
Dick grinned as Bruce tossed the flimsy suit casually over his shoulder and took
a moment to look at this man he desired so much. The black body suit clung to
his powerfully muscled chest and the pieces of armour still on his arms and legs
looked incongruous while his erect member stood free and proud.
The two men stepped together again unable to resist the yearning they felt for
one another and they kissed, groped and writhed in a strange tangled mess for a
few moments before finally coming to rest, Bruce on his back on the bench, Dick
on top of him, in a sixty nine position and both with the other's cock in their
mouths. Dick always had trouble with Bruce's cock, his mouth just wasn't big
enough to take it all without scraping it with his teeth although Bruce never
minded a little pain mixed in with the pleasure. He licked and sucked on the
large, dangling balls savouring the sweaty taste of a sack that has seen recent
strenuous action while cooped up in tight pants. Occasionally he licked up the
shaft and lapped at the head but Bruce liked his balls seen to and that's what
Dick concentrated on.
Bruce, being a much bigger man mouthwise as well as otherwise, and having to
cope with a smaller but still substantial piece of meat really went to town on
Dick's cock. He started off licking every inch of it and paying particular
attention to the sensitive spot under the head making Dick groan in pleasure. He
then sucked gently at the head, his lips concentrating on the ridge while his
tongue worked over the crown. After a while he moved his hands around to Dick's
ass and pulled him down, sucking his cock deep then letting it pull free. As he
did he let his lips break the seal and sucked in a breath. Dick moaned as the
cold air swept along his cock, the alternating cycle of warm lips going down and
cold air coming up powerfully erotic and stimulating. Bruce also began to
massage his asshole with a finger and Dick could only gasp at the pleasure and
look forward to the time when his man would fuck him.
It wasn't long before Bruce felt the twitching and stirrings in Dick's dick and
he stopped the sensuous air sucking and began moving his lips up and down
tightly clamped, sucking hard and getting the cock as deep into his moth as he
could manage, all the while his fingers probing Dick's ass, readying it for what
was to come. Not that it needed much, Dick was a bum bitch and always had been,
he could take a fist without noticing, let alone Bruce's cock.
Dick began to gasp and Bruce's scrotum slid out of his mouth. Bruce pulled back
so that his lips fell into the groove below his cock's head, his tongue giving
the sensitive spot a light flick, then slid back down again allowing the cock
into his throat and pushing his nose right into the ball sack before repeating
the process all the while keeping up a steady rhythm of sucking. Dick couldn't
withstand this treatment for long and with a loud cry exploded into Bruce's
mouth. After the adrenaline rush of combat Dick was always on a high and what
seemed like gallons of come poured into Bruce's mouth, streams of it swallowed
down lustily, while great gobbets of it splurged out onto his chin and cheeks,
Dick's cock still slathering in and out of the creaming mess. It was a full
thirty seconds before his cock wilted and Bruce still had some of his boy's jizz
saved in his mouth, to roll round and taste, squashing the sticky bits with his
tongue and savouring it as though he were at a wine tasting.
Dick pulled free and slid along the bench, face flat against the wood, hands
reaching back to pull his ass cheeks wide. "Bruce," he moaned, "give it to me,
Bruce." He almost sobbed.
Bruce got up, his cock hard and straight, and looked down at Dick, almost
whimpering with need. He licked up a large blob of come that he felt dribbling
down his cheek and shuffled forward so that he stood astride the bench but still
inside Dick's wide spaced legs. Dick was moaning, his finger poking his own ass
and Bruce shook his head. "I've never known anyone who was as big a cock junkie
as you, you little faggot."
"Uhuh." Dick managed, rubbing his finger into his crack.
"You're such a queer bitch." The words excited Dick and he played with his ass a
bit more. "Maybe next time we're out fighting a gang I should use you as bait.
Tie you down and let them all fuck you until your ass is haemorrhaging jizz."
Dick gave a low, feral throaty growl of lust at the thought. "Mind you even that
gang today wouldn't satisfy you would they, you little screamer."
"No." Dick gasped, three of his own fingers pushing into his hole.
"It would be a good crime fighting technique. You fuck them until they drop then
I arrest them while they're too exhausted to resist. Maybe I'll redesign your
costume with a flap in the back, would you like that you twisted little fruit?"
"Uh." Was all Dick could manage.
"Well," Bruce said bending over to place one large hand squarely in the middle
of Dick's back, holding him down, "let's see if we can give you a work out."
Dick pulled his fingers free just in time as Bruce, without any trace of
gentleness, rammed his cock deep into Dick's ass until his crotch pushed up
against his ass cheeks. The noise Dick made was a sigh of satisfaction so deep
Bruce sometimes wondered whether this exact moment was what the lad had been
designed for.
Slowly Bruce pulled his cock back then slid it back in all the while Dick lay
with a satisfied smile plastered across his face. The rhythm slowly increased as
Bruce gave Dick a really good fucking. There was no grace or finesse to it, just
two superheroes having hard, manly sex, rough and primitive the way cavemen
probably did it. Bruce's hips moved back and forth like a Victorian piston,
smoothly but with an underlying power while Dick's ass tightened and relaxed,
massaging the cock inside it in a way that would make any vagina jealous. Dick
lay taking a cock that would have split a lesser man in half feeling complete,
his own cock slowly hardening again.
The two men, both fit and strong, fucked and got fucked for a full hour before
Bruce began to speed up, sweat dripped down his face mingling in salty rivulets
with the dried come. Dick gripped the bench with his hands and began to push
back into the strokes using the movement to stimulate his own cock.
Bruce pounded hard in and out of his lover's ass and felt his cock begin to come
alive. With a loud shout he shoved deep into Dick's ass and spurted it full of
come. He kept up the rhythm for a while, squelching noises getting louder as
Dick began to overflow, come dribbling down across his scrotum. Below him Dick
gasped slightly as his own cock began to shoot and a smaller pool of his own
juices emptied onto the bench and his stomach.
Bruce withdrew and looked at the gaping hole between Dick's cheeks that oozed
come. "Goddamn, Dick, if you aren't the best fuck I've ever had."
Dick rolled over, his stomach sticky with come and looked up at his man. "Let's
talk about that idea you had for my new costume." He said.
