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Vol. 8 CHAPTER 1 It was a balmy mid-May evening in Fawcett City. The air was still and extremely humid. All the leaves in the trees were pointing downward, the usual sign of an imminent storm. Greg Rodman, a State of Columbia motorcycle patrolman, had worked the day shift and proceeded immediately to Studs' Suds, the CHP cops' favorite hangout, without bothering to change into his street clothes. The 26-year-old, 5'11,” 285 lb. police officer was anxious to quench his thirst after a long, hard and sweaty tour of duty. The rookie cop was blessed with devastating good looks, salt-and-pepper close-cropped hair, thin moustache, rounded chin, piercing blue eyes and bull neck. His heavy thighs filled out his sexy tan uniform pants. The dark brown stripes disappeared inside his knee-high motorcycle boots. Greg parked his bike at the back of the bar and entered, carrying his white helmet against the side of his wide utility belt. He chose a table at the rear near the pool table. He had the next two days off and decided to make an evening of it. He ordered a hot turkey sandwich and draft beer, his favorite libation. The muscular policeman worked out regularly at Butch's Gym and his 19" biceps threatened to tear the sleeves of his short-sleeve tan shirt whenever he flexed his arms. He was not wearing any underwear and he sat with his legs spread wide, revealing an ample bulge at the crotch. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt collar. Greg was not a hard drinker. The bachelor cop enjoyed the company of his fellow-officers and spent the evening playing pool and horsing around with his buddies. He drank his beer slowly but regularly and by 10 o'clock had a nice glow on. He had come out of the closet the previous summer but kept his cravings for hot man-to-man sex to himself. Ever since he started to work out at Butch's Gym he had developed the hots for the owner, Butch Huskie, and the two men had exchanged meaningful glances. The gym, which was only a block away, closed at 10 and, leaving his bike in the parking lot, he decided to amble over there in case Butch might still be there. CHAPTER 2 Butch Huskie, who had inherited a lot of money, had had his gym built according to his private specifications. Butch was 33 years of age and, as a result of regular workouts, had developed a massive, all-around muscular body on his 5'9,” 280 lb. stocky and solid frame. He had close-cropped curly brown hair, penetrating blue-gray eyes, a full moustache that curled around his upper lip and a deep cleft in his chin. A carpet of short blondish hair covered his chest, forearms and legs. When erect his 9" cut cock was very thick, resembling a veined beer can. He enjoyed fantasizing and role-playing and had accumulated a collection of costumes, which he kept in a locked closet in his downstairs playroom. He lives alone in a condo and had befriended several of the CHP officers who worked out at his gym. It was 9:45 PM and all the bodybuilders had left the premises. He was in the mood to fill out one of his fantasies and had put on a CHP motorcycle uniform over his naked body with all its accompanying accoutrements, gun and utility belt, helmet, gloves, boots and shades. He proceeded to the posing room, a 20'X20' affair, which was bare except for thick carpeting and full-length mirrors on every wall. He stood, feet wide apart, flexing his rippling 20" biceps, admiring his own reflection and the bulge at his crotch started to swell and stretch the thin material. He was ogling his beefy, squirming bubble butt in one of the mirrors when the front-door buzzer rang. Butch proceeded to the front door and, through the peephole he was happily surprised to see Greg Rodman, all decked out in his CHP gear and became excited at the sight of the hot cop he had been lusting after for months. He opened the door and Greg gasped upon seeing Huskie in an identical get-up. He said, "Butch, you look great in that uniform. I'm glad you're still here. I'm horny as hell and I wanted some company." "Come on in, Greg. The gym is closed for the night and let's have some fun!" CHAPTER 3 Butch preceded Greg up the six steps leading to the main area of the gym. Greg couldn't help but drool at the sight of Butch's skin-tight tan material that accentuated the bodybuilder's jiggling studly butt. Huskie led his brawny visitor to the posing room and the two stimulated giants began to walk around each other in slow-mo admiring each other's powerful physiques directly and through the numerous reflections from the mirrored walls. The small room had been designed to accommodate one bodybuilder at a time for the purpose of practicing his competition posing by evaluating various positions from all angles, thanks to the mirrored walls. There was total silence except for the rustling sounds of their uniforms as they circled each other. Due to their closeness, they could feel their hot breaths and take in the intoxicating aroma of aroused male sexuality. The two "cops" removed their uniform shirts and their enormous pectoral slabs and biceps stretched the gleaming white cotton of their T-shirts. The bullet-like erect nipples of the two men stood out proudly and invitingly. Butch realized that the police officer had been imbibing as he seemed somewhat unsteady on his feet but that only enhanced his lustful hunger for the cop's body. He placed his gloved hands on Greg's robust shoulders to steady him and proceeded to rub them over his round pectoral muscles. When he began to pinch the large erect nipples the motorcycle cop threw his head back and howled. Rodman maneuvered his hefty arms around the bodybuilder's and duplicated his buddy's treatment. The two men had found each other's most tender and most sensitive areas. They threw their gloves and T-shirts off and attacked each other's hardened nipples, grinding their wet crotches together as they grunted and moaned from the pleasure. Their helmets and shades had also been discarded and, as they continued to torture their nips, their hot mouths connected in a deep, probing French kiss. The two fiery hunks took turns licking, chewing and sucking each other's hard nipples that had become extremely sensitive to the touch, and especially any oral contact. Each man had one leg wrapped around the other man's as they grabbed and kneaded their beefy ass cheeks, grinding their hot cocks together, while continuing their nipple play for a good 10 minutes. Butch then suggested that they go down to the playroom for some fun and the wild-eyed cop readily agreed. Their rigid 9"+ cocks had spewed copious amounts of pre-cum and they rubbed against the wet material as they ambled down to the playroom. CHAPTER 4 Butch had spared no expense in designing and decorating the playroom, which covered the entire length and width of the building. The floor was completely covered with plush amber carpeting. Except for the three overhead lights over the pool table, soft indirect lighting contributed to the restful atmosphere of the place. The accoutrements consisted of a wrestling ring, table shuffleboard, ping-pong table, dart board, four pinball games, various sofas and chairs and, against the back wall a fully-equipped bar. Motorcycle Patrolman Greg Rodman was duly impressed and complimented his host on his good taste, to which Butch replied, "Glad you like it. Now let's you and me get comfortable, take the rest of our gear off, go to the bar and have a nice cold beer." Completely naked with their raging poles at full mast the two muscle-bound hunks proceeded to the bar where Butch poured two large mugs of draft beer and said, "How do you feel about grass or do you have a problem with that?" "Hell no,” replied the hot cop. "As a matter of fact, I was kinda hoping you had some. I really enjoy getting high on that stuff once in a while." The stocky bodybuilder lit up a joint, came around the bar and sat himself down on a stool next to Rodman and the two men faced each other, legs spread wide with their knees touching as they drank their beer and exchanged drags. "Man this is good stuff, the best I ever had,” exclaimed Greg after inhaling deeply from the joint. Eventually the two Herculean studs reached a state of utter euphoria and light-headedness. They glared at each other with unabashed lustful hunger. Their thick, throbbing shafts were hard as steel and felt twice as heavy as normal. The large mushroom heads, engorged with blood, ejected endless spurts of clear pre-cum. Their jumbo balls rested heavily on the leather stools. Squirming their massive bubble butts the burly stallions began caressing each other's sweaty pumped muscles and mule dicks with their meaty hands. Their sensuous movements were slow and deliberate as they continued to worship and fondle each other's powerful maleness. Greg got down from his stool and wrapped his beefy arms around the bodybuilder's trunk-like thighs and began rubbing his hairy chest with Butch's pulsing rod. He grabbed the turgid apparatus with his right hand and grazed the head against his swollen 1¼" erect right nipple. The frenzied police officer then shoved his nip inside the wide piss-slit and growled as he felt the gushing searing pre-cum bathe the tender membrane. He started thrusting his miniature cock in and out of the dicklips and the exquisite sensation caused both men to grunt and squirm with pleasure. The mixture of booze and dope had caused the two passionate hulks to reach a state of high intensity; every nerve ending was charged with electric sensuality and they relished every contact, every touch of their hot and sweaty bodies. Sensing an imminent climax from the constant hot and wet friction on his throbbing nipple the frantic motorcycle cop replaced it with his heavy tongue, which he thrust inside Butch's urethra and continued the thrusting motion causing the bodybuilder to thrash and scream in delight. He wrapped his lips around the flaring mushroom head and moved down the bloated tool with excruciating slowness until he felt the head penetrate his throat and the thick bristly stubble on his chin scrape the tender skin of Huskie's ball bag. He remained motionless, relishing the sensation of his buddy's throbbing salami filling his oral cavity until he had to come up for air. He then assaulted the heavy artillery with savage intensity, sucking, slurping, licking and nipping while squeezing and twisting his "victim's" tits. The grunting bodybuilder lifted his massive legs and wrapped them around the cop's bull neck intensifying the sensations. Having his manhood and tits tended to by a hunky motorcycle police officer drove Butch Huskie to the heights of ecstatic exhilaration. As Greg continued to suck his cock and balls Butch gritted his teeth and massaged the cop's bull neck with his heavy thighs and fondled the cop's pumped biceps and hairy forearms. Suddenly, he realized that the boiling semen in his nut-sac was on the verge of erupting. In an effort to prolong the intense pleasure the two men were enjoying Butch grabbed the police officer's massive shoulders and lifted him to a face-to-face position when the two impassioned titans embraced fiercely. They lapped each other's faces and necks and explored their mouths with their probing tongues, grinding their turgid genitals and hard bellies together. Out of the corner of his eye Rodman spotted a strange-looking apparatus on the floor about 15 feet behind them and asked the bodybuilder what it was. CHAPTER 5 "As everybody knows,” Butch explained, "I inherited a lot of money last year and used it to build this gym. I was also able to indulge some of my wildest fantasies and that's one of them. Let's go over and I'll show you what it is. You'll be the first person to lay eyes on it since I had it installed about a month ago by a friend of mine, who's also a first-class craftsman." Butch went behind the bar to get a key and they ambled over to the "thing" that looked like a low cylindrical leather pommel horse with a locked cover on top. He unlocked the cover and removed it. The police officer gasped as he gazed, wild-eyed, at Huskie's "toy.” The apparatus, which was secured to the floor, was 36" long, 18" high and 12" wide. Following Butch's directions the craftsman had somehow attached two dildos to the top of the gadget. They were 10" long and 7" around with enormous balls resting on the leather cover. They faced each other, about 10" apart and looked so real that they might have been molded from actual cocks, complete with crisscrossing veins and large flaring heads. Their texture was almost like real skin. Butch said, "I've always wondered what it would be like for two men to fuck each other and this is as close to my fantasy as I could get. I can tell from that wild look in your eye that you can't wait to try out my favorite toy; but before we do, let's have another beer and a joint so that we can enjoy the experience to the fullest." "Oh man," exclaimed the eager cop, "that's the hottest thing I've ever laid eyes on and I can't wait to mount that thing!" The two husky men swaggered over to the bar where they imbibed another large mug of beer and exchanged deep drags from the joint. They had now reached a new high of erotic euphoria: complete relaxation, extreme sensitivity, dream-like vision, and ravenous sexual hunger for each other's gargantuan and magnificent bodies. With their beefy arms around each other they returned to the apparatus where Butch applied a liberal amount of KY jelly to the two huge dildos. Gazing languorously into each other's eyes the two meaty hunks grabbed each other's shoulders and straddled the apparatus. As the robust motorcycle cop and burly bodybuilder slowly lowered their plump butts towards the oily cocks their left legs wrapped around each other's right thigh. They gasped as their ass lips came in contact with the dildo heads simultaneously and the two men started a slow and sensuous descent onto the invading cocks. High on booze and grass the two fiery studs grunted loudly as the slick poles penetrated their sphincters and the hot confines of their chutes. As they reached bottom their ball-sacs rested on the huge dildo balls, which were only an inch apart, and their flaring cockheads pushed against each other, spewing hot clear pre-cum around the heads and down their torrid pricks. With their left legs still wrapped around each other's right thighs their sweaty bodies were in very close proximity. The two horny bulls remained motionless for a few moments enjoying the feeling of fullness in their bowels and the closeness of their hot bodies. With their legs intertwined their mountainous glutes began to squirm on the hot leather pad as they reached for each other's swollen nipples and started to squeeze and pinch the tender membranes. The two ferocious studs were on fire and in a dream-like state as their thick tongues reached out and they started moaning and lapping each other's bristly faces like two lovesick St. Bernards. As they continued to "torture" each other's inch-long nips their dripping tongues caressed and circled each other inside their wet mouths. Clamping their legs tightly around each other with one foot on the carpeted floor the policeman and the bodybuilder raised themselves until only the dildo heads were inside their bungholes. They went into a slow, up-and-down piston-like motion on the slick poles. As the two dildos were made of life-like flexible material the two delirious goliaths were able to embrace, rubbing their sweaty, hairy chests and tender tits together and continue their prolonged slobbering kiss as they fucked themselves into near oblivion. This extremely erotic experience sent the two men to the heights of ecstasy. Outside the gym the air was very still, not even the leaves on the trees moved and dark menacing clouds blackened the sky over Fawcett City. Suddenly, all hell broke loose as the God of Thunder discharged his rage upon the community. For the last 15 minutes Greg and Butch had been fucking themselves silly on the two humongous cocks while prodding and kneading their pumped muscles as their oozing, leathery horse cocks fought a hard fight, rubbing, slapping and grinding against each other. The crisscrossing veins were bloated and the taut skin on the mushroom crowns had turned an angry red threatening to explode. The two intoxicated stallions had sucked each other's bull necks leaving purple bruises and their swollen nipples were raw from lengthy sucking and twisting. An ear-piercing clap of thunder shook the building and, a moment later, the power went out inside the gym and most of the city was in darkness. The two grunting and growling hunks were oblivious to all conditions so engrossed were they in the intense pleasure they were experiencing and their wild sexual romp continued without pause until each man realized that the boiling semen in their nut bags was on the verge of eruption. The cop and bodybuilder grabbed each other's shoulders, threw their heads back and emitted primal shrieks as they felt the searing man juice travel up their piss chutes and discharge through their wide-open slits, gushing hot milky lava all over their bellies, chests and necks. The effect of the booze and the grass gave rise to acute orgasms, the intensity of which the two frenzied studs had never experienced before that moment. In the total darkness of the gym they were in another world as their throbbing ramrods spewed jock juice all over each other for what seemed like an eternity. When the spasms finally subsided the two men embraced, mixing their love juice and sweat on their hairy chests. They took turns lapping up each other's spunk and their mouths, which were overflowing with jism and spit, connected in a sensuous and sloppy kiss. Moaning in each other's mouths they sucked and swallowed the hot liquids. Completely spent and gratified, they dismounted and dropped onto the plush carpet in a tight clinch and soon fell into a deep sleep. CHAPTER 6 The flash storm had passed quickly and the Columbia Power employees were busy restoring power to the city. It was now midnight and the full moon was shining high in the starlit sky. Jack Steel had been a lineman with the company for 15 years and he loved his job. Climbing utility poles in all kinds of weather with nobody looking over his shoulder was his idea of the good life. He enjoyed hard, manly labor and he was all man. At 42, his 6', 295 lb. frame was hard with bulging muscles acquired through years of arduous physical toil. His round, reddish face sported well-trimmed grayish sideburns, moustache and beard. His barrel chest was covered with a thick mat of black hair tinged with gray. His utility belt rested on a huge, hard bubble butt and his legs were as thick as the poles he climbed. He never wore underwear and his ample genitals rubbed against the denim of his faded jeans. Jack was gay and shared a condo with his longstanding lover, another rugged lineman. The two brawny men craved each other's bodies constantly and their nightly sex scenes were wild and uninhibited. After six months of conjugal living they acknowledged their deep love for each other and had exchanged vows of total commitment and fidelity. The power company dispatcher had instructed lineman Steel to a deserted road a couple of miles outside the city limits where lightning had struck a transformer. He parked the utility truck 10 feet from the pole in question, leaving the headlights on. He then obtained the battery-operated spotlight and pointed it up the pole. Jack fastened the climbing hooks to his boots and attached the body belt around his waist and started to climb the pole. At that very moment Captain Marvel, crime fighter and protector of the populace, was reconnoitering the region, looking for any signs of trouble in the aftermath of the storm. The 305 lb. superhunk was wearing his usual costume: orange-red Lycra body suit, white cape with gold trim, golden belt, boots and armbands. He was completely naked under the suit, which was skin-tight and accentuated his bulging super muscles and monstrous manmeat and major-league balls, protruding on either side of the invisible crotch seam. When aroused, his uncut tube swelled to a veiny 10" with a 6" circumference. The previous day the Captain had visited Thor to obtain his weekly dose of the god's nectar. He had sucked the delicious, creamy elixir from Thor's huge nipples and was feeling the full effects of the mighty potion. His muscles were pumped up and rippling and his sexual appetite for man-to-man sex was at its peak. The sex-crazed superhero was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on his delegated duties so engrossed was he in his search for willing sex partners. The Cap was amazed that he did not spot any fires or any citizens in need of assistance as he circled the city and he decided to check out the outskirts. He spotted Jack Steel's truck and observed the hunky lineman climbing the pole towards the transformer. When he neared the top Jack's body came in contact with a loose power line. As the electrical energy traveled through his body, he passed out and dangled motionless against the body belt with his climbing hooks embedded in the wooden pole. The superhero immediately wooshed down towards the victim and wrapped his body around the lineman's, unhooked his body belt, pulled him away from the pole and carried him down to a clearing next to the truck. He laid him on his back, removed his helmet, unbuckled his belt and tore open his shirt when he realized that the electrical shock had stopped the lineman's heart. He quickly straddled the prone lineman's waist and began C.P.R. procedures, applying pressure on the man's hairy barrel chest. With each downthrust the superhero's heavy equipment mashed against the lineman's inflaming the Captain's senses and his maleness began to swell against the stretchy Lycra. He decided then and there that, if he could revive the victim, nothing could stop him from having him. After about 20 seconds Captain Marvel noticed the artery in the lineman's bull neck begin to pulsate and he swiftly moved around and knelt near the injured man's head. When he saw that the lineman wasn't breathing he pinched the man's nostrils, inhaled deeply, wrapped his mouth around the victim's and blew his superbreath down the victim's throat. He then looked down the man's chest to see if he was breathing, at which time he beheld the lineman's enormous phallus clearly outlined against the side of his beefy left thigh. The Captain's organ hardened to full erection, moving upwards toward his belly button and started ejecting hot pre-cum. On the third try the lineman started to cough inside the superhero's mouth. The superhero explained to the lineman what had happened to him and told him to rest until he felt fully recovered from his trauma. He then stretched out along Jack's left side and placed his muscular right arm around the lineman's thickset neck for support and his left around his hairy chest. Captain Marvel kept a close eye on the injured hunk as he drifted off into a deep, restful sleep. CHAPTER 7 Captain Marvel gazed lustfully at the sleeping giant, admiring his rugged, masculine, animal magnetism. Jack Steel's huge, hairy chest heaved with his deep breathing as his body went through the healing process from the electrical shock. The Captain wrapped his left leg around the lineman's left thigh, grinding his throbbing organ against the rough denim, gluing their bodies tightly together to generate heat to the injured colossus. After about an hour of complete rest Jack began to stir and move against the hot, comforting body. He felt fully recovered from his traumatic experience and looked up at his savior with gratitude and admiration. He had often heard and read about the superhero's exploits but this was the first time he had ever seen him in the flesh and couldn't help but react to the god-like, muscular beauty of the legendary hero and he gasped uncontrollably. The full moon and peacefulness of the forest stimulated their senses. The faces of the two men were inches apart and they could feel each other's hot breath, which turned heavy with longing desire. Their searing bodies squirmed and thrust against each other as Captain Marvel's mouth bore down on the lineman's, probing deeply with his tongue. In a sudden panic the lineman grabbed the superhero's mighty shoulders and pushed him off declaring, "Sorry, Captain Marvel, I can't. I have a lover and we promised each other that we wouldn't fool around with anybody else." "Oh yeah," growled the overcharged superhero, "That's just too bad! I want you and I gotta have you. And you're goin' to cooperate, whether you want to or not if, for no other reason than a show of gratitude for saving your life!" The two rugged he-men began to struggle on the ground, rolling over and over, the Captain trying to forcefully possess the lineman who kept resisting his attack. Of course, as strong as he was, Jack Steel was no match for the powerful superhero and his strength had been considerably weakened by the electric shock. During their struggle Captain Marvel managed, without too much of an effort, to remove the lineman's boots, shirt and jeans. He then stood up and removed his entire costume while Jack watched in apparent "dismay" as he lay on his back unable to control his excitement or restrain his circumcised member from expanding to its full thick 10½.” As they glared fiercely into each other's eyes the two ravenous hunks came to an unspoken understanding that the Captain was ready to "rape" the lineman so that Jack's promise to his lover would remain untarnished. As he approached the prone lineman the mighty superjock's 10" uncut monster meat bobbed in the night air and ejected continuous spurts of hot clear juice while the huge meaty glutes of his bubble butt jiggled like Jello. The dense foreskin formed a thick 6" circular ridge around the bulbous purple head. Snarling and spitting he straddled Jack's barrel chest, sitting on his hardened nipples. He then secured the lineman's arms to the ground and rammed his hot poker down his "prey's" throat until his large, round gonads mashed down against the lineman's bearded chin. His "victim" began to thrash about in mock resistance, gagging and gurgling with tears flowing down his cheeks. Actually his reaction was not all playacting as his assailant's giant stud meat had cut off his air supply. Captain Marvel came to his senses and withdrew his joystick for a moment, allowing the lineman to breathe. Grunting and squirming the fervid superjock started to rub his engorged steel pole all over his "victim's" bearded face and neck and again rammed it down his throat. His basketball buns began to thrust up and down as he started to slide his piston rod in and out of the bug-eyed lineman's mouth. With his legs spread-eagled Jack's hard bull rod stood straight up spewing copious amounts of pre-cum. The Captain's fucking action accelerated to a frantic pace to a point where he emitted a guttural shriek as his dong exploded deep in the lineman's throat. The stream of hot jism flowed down the man's throat and into his stomach. The seemingly endless torrent finally subsided and the superjock withdrew his cannon from Steel's mouth and said, "Man, that felt good, but we're not done yet!" CHAPTER 8 With muscles straining, the powerful mammoth picked the lineman up and threw him over his left shoulder. He proceeded to the back of the utility truck, lowered the tailgate and hurled his screaming "victim" on top of it on his back. Planting his feet far apart on the damp ground Captain Marvel wrapped his brawny arms around Jack's bulky thighs and devoured his "prey's" stiff joint down to the base, slurping, lapping and nipping the throbbing member. At one point he inserted the tip of his tongue inside the gaping piss slit, probing the urethra, causing the crazed lineman to screech in delicious agony. Jack pushed against the superjock's immense shoulders in mock protest as his eyes rolled around in his head. After 10 minutes of this meat treat the Captain moved down to the lineman's distended balls and started to munch on the left orb, slurping and gnawing. Alternating between the two delicate and sensitive morsels the grunting superjock then succeeded in stuffing the entire ball-bag into his hungry mouth. His noisy slurping and chewing caused the ecstatic lineman to moan and snarl as he dug his fingers into the superhero's thick neck and shoulders. In preparation for his ultimate goal Captain Marvel then focused his oral treatment on those tender areas inside Jack's thighs and all around his deep crack. His thick swollen tongue teased the lineman's ass lips and finally penetrated deep inside the throbbing chute where it probed and swirled sending the crazed workman into shrieking delirious spasms. When the ardent superjock was satisfied that his "rapee" was well lubricated with his saliva and his own with ever-flowing pre-cum he pulled the lineman to the edge of the tailgate and aimed his swollen bazooka at the twittering bunghole, tantalizing the tender ass lips with the flaring mushroom head. Jack Steel grunted as he felt his attacker's 10" weapon plunge into his love chute, forcing its way past the sphincter muscles and deep into his bowels. When the orange-size balls brushed against that tender area just below the anal orifice the lineman knew that the cum gun was in to the hilt. With the two sweaty bodies tightly attached together at the hips and with his muscular arms supporting the lineman's beefy legs, Captain Marvel leaned forward and clamped his hot, wet mouth on Jack's left nipple and began to suck and nip the sensitive membrane as his plump butt moved backward slowly retrieving his manhood to the tip of the mancunt. The lineman's turgid prick throbbed against the Cap's hard belly enhancing the overall erotic sensations. The barbaric superhero went to work in earnest driving his battering ram to the hilt in slow motion with his mouth still clamped to the lineman's erect nip. The two immense glutes of his massive bubble butt jiggled with each downthrust. Jack screamed in protest but his squirming and kneading of his assailant's bulging biceps betrayed the acute pleasure he was deriving at the hands of his virile and brutish "rapist.” The Captain accelerated the pace with deliberate timing. Impervious to human diseases the superhero never used condoms and the sumptuous sensations of bare skin and tissue rendered the experience an ultimate and mind-bending exercise. The two raging and grunting bulls were lost in their own world of erotic fantasy. They were two rutting, fucking, writhing, growling and snarling jungle beasts, completely impervious to their surroundings. The violent humping of the lineman's inner sanctum reached a frantic pace. A guttural and prehistoric shriek escaped the two stallions' slobbering mouths as the two engorged crankshafts exploded in unison. Uncontrolled spasms of the two overheated and rigid bodies accompanied each thick spurt of hot nut cream. White, thick splooge gushed all over the shrieking lineman's chest, neck and face as he felt his bowels being filled to capacity by the superjock's joy juice. The steady stream overflowed, dripping down to the ground and all over Captain Marvel's cock and balls. The two gratified hunks separated and, without a word, they put their clothes back on and the lineman got back in his truck in order to resume his assigned task. Captain Marvel then flew off to continue his inspection of the area. Jack Steel had no intention of mentioning the episode to his lover having convinced himself that he had, in fact, been savagely raped. THE END