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Vol. 6 CHAPTER 1 When we last left our sex-crazed superhero it was 5:00 AM on August 19th. Captain Marvel, Highway Motorcycle Patrolman Greg Rodman and Firefighter Mark Dickman were sound asleep in Greg's king-size bed, stark naked, legs and arms interwoven, recuperating from their wild, savage sexual romp. When the bright rays of first light shone through the vertical blinds the three hunks stirred and slowly awoke, refreshed and raring to go. Their hefty muscular bodies began to squirm and writhe against each other. However, Captain Marvel quickly got up from the rumpled bed and indicated that duty called and he had to leave. After donning his orange-red costume he flew out the window heading for his home in the suburbs to resume his duties of crime-fighting and protecting the populace of Fawcett City. Greg, the 285 pound motorcycle cop turned to face Mark, the 270 pound firefighter and said, "Mark, I always felt a certain attraction towards you, especially after I learned that you were a city fireman, but I denied my 'abnormal' feelings until my partner, Gus, dragged me out of the closet a few days ago. I now accept my true nature and now that I know who I am a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I don't have to pretend that I'm someone else anymore and I can't tell you how great it feels." To which Mark replied, "You know, Greg, you've expressed my feelings exactly. I felt more at home in the company of my fellow firefighters than with my wife and that's the main reason why we divorced. A couple of times I saw you in the building wearing your hot motorcycle cop uniform and my heart started to beat faster and my groin became hot and tingly but I didn't know what to do about it. When Captain Marvel rescued me he unveiled my true nature and I also feel free and at peace with myself. Greg, I can't believe that I'm in bed with the man I've been craving for months and I want to make love to you. I want to make you feel good all over. I want to feel your hairy, muscular body against mine. I want to drink your manjuice till your heavy balls are empty." The two muscular, hairy hunks, who reeked of sex, dried cum and sweat, glared at each other with hungry lust radiating from their blazing eyes. Their hot cocks swelled to their throbbing 9 1/2" rock hard erections and their throats emitted guttural moans as their feverish bodies combined in a passionate embrace. Their two-day old stubble and moustaches scraped against the tender skin of their bull necks and shoulders. Their large erect nipples bore through the thick mat of chest hair and mashed against each other. Fiery mouths united in a slurpy, tongue-probing kiss. They wrapped their bulky arms and legs around each other and their sweaty bodies struggled as if the two men were trying to enter each other's skin. CHAPTER 2 The motorcycle cop and firefighter were in the throes of sexual ecstasy and they couldn't get enough of each other's fiery, sweating bodies as they writhed on the king-size bed, nibbling, biting, sucking, grinding, rubbing, kissing, charging, devouring, grappling, squeezing and yelling their extreme pleasure. Their testicles were producing semen at a frantic pace and their ball-sacs became bloated to the point of bursting. The cop was on top of the fireman attacking the other man's throbbing genitals with his own. Searing pre-cum gushed out of their love muscles, smearing their hairy bellies. Greg clamped his wet mouth onto Mark's right bullet-size nipple. The firefighter moaned as the cop worked on the tender membrane, rolling his thick tongue around it and biting and sucking it as if he was trying to extricate milk out of it. The lawman, craving some of the same treatment, moved around the fireman's head and lowered his chest towards Mark's face. His left pinkish jumbo jug emerging from his massive hairy pec brushed against the fireman's moustache and lips. Mark greedily sucked in the luscious nugget and the two men worked over each other's erogenous members voraciously. They rubbed their prickly stubble against the tender skin sending waves of exquisite pain to every nerve ending causing them to emit animal growls. The erotic sensation was so intense that they continued to tease and torture their electrified nips for a good ten minutes. The horny policeman crawled across the fireman in order that they might focus their attention on the other two neglected bullets. Kneeling against Mark's left shoulder with his manhood brushing against the stubble of the fireman's neck the cop's mouth bore down on the other man's left nipple while Mark's mouth grasped Greg's right. The two grunting bulls gave each other's jutting jugs another lengthy and vigorous treatment. As he worked on his buddy's tit, Greg fondled his mate's palpitating sex pistol, rubbing it with the ever-flowing clear juice. When the surrounding skin of the tormented membranes had turned an angry red and become excruciatingly sensitive the slobbering hunks released them. CHAPTER 3 The highway patrolman enveloped the firefighter's head with his hulking hairy thighs. Grabbing and tweaking the fireman's inflamed nipples Greg bent down and began to lick his pal's neck, face and mouth. Mark shrieked when the cop attached his hot mouth on the throbbing cord on the left side of his brawny neck. Nipping the tender skin with his pearly whites, he sucked on the pulsing artery, dousing it with his spit, as the crazed fireman thrashed about on the rumpled bed. The policeman finally released his friend's neck and he started to lap at the large purple bruise with his thick wet tongue, much like a large dog would do. Inevitably, their burning mouths connected in an intense sloppy kiss. Their swollen, heavy tongues rolled around each other and began fucking motions down their throats. Mark lifted the cop’s head by grabbing his short, salt-and-pepper hair and, as his eyes bored into the cop's he growled in a gruff voice, "Greg, you got me so horny I can't stand it. Give me your cock now. I need it now. I wanna suck on that hard shaft of yours until it explodes down my throat. I wanna drink every last drop of your man juice until your bloated-up ball-sac is empty!" Those incendiary words caused the veins in the motorcycle cop's cum cannon to swell, stretching the skin on the rigid monster cock and inflamed purple mushroom head. With his thighs resting on either side of the fireman's head, the burly lawman grabbed his rod with his right paw and scraped it across Mark's thick stubble, the prickly sensation on his apparatus causing him to groan and snarl. He then brushed the oozing piss-slit across the other man's moustache and pushed the large rubbery head inside the fireman's eager mouth. The impassioned firefighter swirled his hot tongue around the cockhead bathing it with his flowing saliva. In a moment of acute passion he pierced the cop's wide slit with the tip of his tongue and the policeman shrieked as it entered the urethra and rubbed the intensely sensitive tissue. As he continued to emit animal growls the motorcycle cop reached across the fireman's body and brought his slobbering mouth down on the firefighter's throbbing fire hose. With his lips clamped tightly around the steel pipe he very slowly lowered his mouth until he felt the crown penetrate his throat and his stubbly chin connect with the fireman's bush which was wet with pre-cum. He shoved his own rigid tool down the fireman's throat. A lengthy 69er ensued as their scorching bodies writhed against each other, hairy chests against hot bellies. The two men reached between their bodies and began pulling and twisting each other's erect and swollen nipples. The cop's enormous round asscheeks jiggled with each downward thrust down the fireman's throat. Rolling around on the bed, the two ravenous stallions changed position several times, never once releasing their captive manmeat as they fucked each other's slurping mouths, all the while grunting and growling in sexual abandon. Suddenly, with the law-enforcer back on top, the two bodies became rigid as their bloated testicles could no longer contain the hot semen and released the white lava through the piss chutes. The two men gasped as the first jet of jock-juice exploded down each other's throat. The enormous mass of sweaty flesh jerked uncontrollably with each eruption of the white lava. There seemed to be no end to the supply of hot milky spunk and the two men swallowed as much of it as they could as they groaned with pleasure. As the tide finally subsided the whining cop went around to embrace his buddy. They exchanged a tender kiss, mixing their love juice inside each other's mouth and lapping the jism that had run down their chins. Completely satiated and satisfied, the two hunks fell into a deep sleep in each other's massive arms. CHAPTER 4 Meanwhile, Captain Marvel performed his regular duties of crime-fighter and protector of the populace. It had been a fairly quiet day in Fawcett City. The 305-pound superhero, attired in his orange-red skin-tight Lycra body-suit, white cape, golden boots and belt and a yellow thunderbolt on his chest, had a rather quiet day, apprehending two bank robbers and saving a woman and child from a burning building. He was looking forward to tonight's regular meeting of the superheroes at the Superhero Headquarters (SHQ), scheduled for 9 o'clock. He made sure that his slate was clear in order to be available for the meeting. He was ready for another dose of Thor's nectar, which would pump up his muscular frame and maximize his sexual drive. Back at SHQ it was 8:00 PM and Thor was donning his costume in readiness for the upcoming meeting. The Norse god of Thunder and mightiest of all comicdom and the ruler of the superheroes is a 6'5", 350 pound giant. His uniform consists of a dark blue jumpsuit, red cape, yellow boots and winged helmet. His most noteworthy feature is his humongous hairless chest and particularly the enormous tits protruding from the massive pectoral muscles. The nipples are 2" long and 3" around and a fleshy ridge encircle them about 1/2" from the ends where a slit is clearly visible. They are perfect replicas of miniature cocks and were entrusted with a special purpose by the Greek gods. Inside the pecs a tube connected each nipple to a sac containing a magical nectar. He had tested the potion for the first time the previous week on Captain Marvel. He was amazed at the result. The superhero's muscular frame and genitals had increased in size and the nectar had turned him into an insatiable sex machine craving masculine, beefy men. Now, Thor had planned some entertainment designed to gratify his own animalistic fantasies. Thor, who himself lusted after brawny muscular hunks, decided to impart his great gift again that evening. Before putting on his costume he emptied his two sacs into a goblet using an electric pump. Superman always arrived early for these weekly conferences and Thor expected him to walk in at any moment. At 8:30 the Man of Steel entered the secret code on the panel located to the side of the main door to SHQ and entered the premises where he was heartily greeted by his ruler who said, "I knew you would be the first one here and I took the liberty to prepare a very special drink that I'm sure you'll enjoy, in more ways than one." Superman took the goblet and swallowed every last delicious drop of the sweet, milky liquid and complimented the god of Thunder on his good taste. The Man of Steel was an impressive figure, standing at 6' and weighing 310 pounds of solid superheroic muscle. Once the other superheroes who were available that night had arrived they all proceeded to the boardroom where Thor sat himself down at the head of the table to conduct the meeting. On his left sat The Hulk, Captain Marvel and Superman. Across from Captain Marvel were Batman and Robin and Captain America. Superman was wearing his usual costume, a blue skin-tight body-suit complemented by red trunks, red boots and a long flowing red cape. As the meeting progressed the Man of Steel began to experience new and strange sensations. His muscular frame began to pump up and expand, as did his genitals. He became flushed and his nerve endings started to tingle. His vast chest heaved with his heavy breathing and his huge bubble butt began to squirm on the leather chair. His right thigh, which was the size of a sequoia trunk, began to move and brush against Captain Marvel's equally massive left thigh. His actions seemed to be beyond his control. He placed his muscular right arm around the back of the Captain's chair and, soon, his meaty hand was squeezing his large right deltoid muscle. The surprised Captain Marvel responded by applying pressure to Superman's thigh with his own. The other superheroes became embarrassed at the scene enfolding before them and Thor quickly brought the meeting to a close, saying, "Captain Marvel and Superman, I'd like you two to stay and the rest of you can leave in order to perform your assigned duties." Thor's remark left everyone with the impression that the two "guilty" parties were in for a severe reprimand. After the four superheroes left the premises Thor dismissed the building staff for the night and the employees retired to their quarters in the annex. CHAPTER 5 The SHQ had been erected by the Greek gods for the pleasure and comfort of comicdom's superheroes. The premises were luxurious and catered to the narcissistic nature of their patrons. Thor led Superman and Captain Marvel into the Hall of Mirrors, a circular room with mirrors lining the walls and ceiling. Sofas and chairs rested on a thick, plush carpet. He removed all his attire except for the bottom part of his dark blue Lycra costume and boots, exposing his mountainous chest and jumbo jugs. He then instructed Superman to remove his red trunks and cape and Captain Marvel to take off his cape and belt. The two superheroes were now clad in their orange-red and blue Lycra bodysuits. These fitted them like a second skin. In fact, the material disappeared in the deep crevice between their basketball buns and pressed against their bungholes as they moved. Their orange-size balls protruded on either side of the invisible seam at their crotches and their engorged artillery pointed straight up, nudging their belly buttons. "Superman, don't be alarmed at the strange new sensations you're experiencing. The gods saw fit to bless me with a great gift, a magic elixir contained in two sacs in my chest. In fact, the drink I gave you was the same potion that I had extracted before the meeting. Captain Marvel has already enjoyed its incredible benefits and he's due for another dose." The mighty God of Thunder lowered his gargantuan frame onto one of the sofas, spreading his meaty thighs far apart. His monstrous prick began to expand down the side of his left thigh in anticipation of the forthcoming procedure. The two superhunks glared at the sight of their ruler in heat and their maleness swelled to the limit, stretching the thin fabric of their form-fitting Lycra costumes. Their breathing became heavy and they gasped with animal lust as Thor commanded, "Come over here, you two. I want each of you to straddle my thighs and suck the sweet nectar from my yearning tits." The two superheroes needed no further encouragement. The World's Mightiest Mortal climbed aboard Thor's left thigh and the inside of his own thigh rubbed against the god's throbbing organ. The Man of Steel mounted the right thigh and the two giant bubble butts started to squirm against the rippling flesh of their king's quads. Wrapping one arm around each other's shoulders the two crazed studs attacked the cock-like membranes with their hot mouths. The sensuous contact caused the powerful god to shriek as he gazed at the wondrous sight in the ceiling mirror, the veins in his bull neck bulging out like steel cables. His shriek turned to a guttural whimper as he felt the juice being drained from his chest. His two protégés emitted loud slurping noises as they breast-fed through their god's pulsating nipples. They greedily swallowed the hot, creamy ambrosia that flowed from them and their plump butts wriggled with fucking motions against Thor's thighs. As he suckled on the god's udder, the head of Captain Marvel's member pushed against Thor's and, oozing copious amounts of pre-cum, the two battering rams began to fuck each other through the wet, sensuous Lycra. Superman's phallus was also ejecting clear juice as it humped Thor's thigh. Watching the erotic scene through the wall mirror behind them, Thor grunted as he grabbed the beefy shoulders of the two suckling pigs. The two superhunks moaned as the nipples continued to ejaculate freely into their feverish mouths and down their throats. After the sacs were completely drained, the superheroes turned towards each other and their dripping mouths connected in a fiery kiss as the remnants of the god's nectar and their saliva mingled and swirled with their dueling tongues. The elixir had already started to work its magic as they felt their muscles and sex organs expanding and their primal cravings becoming more intense. Thor separated the two grunting studs and as they dismounted, the front of the three Lycra suits were drenched with pre-spunk and sweat and the God of Thunder declared, "OK you guys, it's now time for the main event!" CHAPTER 6 Thor led the two superheroes to a special room in the basement. It was equipped with a wrestling ring, twice the standard size, with two rows of seats surrounding it. There was an opening facing the center of the ring where 8 steps led up to a throne-like plush seat, obviously custom-built to accommodate SHQ's ruler. Thor removed his remaining attire, walked up the steps and settled himself on the throne with his legs spread out and his 12" horse cock at full attention, anticipating the "game" he had contrived. He then declared, "From the wild look in your eyes it's obvious that you're both craving 'Big Daddy' here and the winner of the match will be relieved of his duties for one week and he will stay here with me to enjoy endless love-making. The rules of the contest are simple; in fact there's only one: Whoever succeeds in making his fellow-combatant ejaculate first will be declared the winner. I want you to position yourselves at opposite corners of the ring and await my signal to begin, which will be two claps of my hands." The two heroic warriors climbed onto the ring and stood, facing each other, kitty-corner, panting heavily as they glared at each other awaiting the signal to start. They both realized that their best chance of winning the contest was to weaken his opponent to the point where he would be unable to overcome the end result. They also realized that their 300+ muscular frames, strength and superpowers were equal and the task at hand would be a difficult one. With his mouth drooling in anticipation of the imminent spectacle, Thor shouted, "LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" and clapped his hands twice. The two snarling giants lunged at each other, colliding in the center of the ring and crashing down to the mat with a thud that shook the building. The dazed combatants rolled over and over, their massive muscles and wet crotches struggling against each other, as each strove to gain control. As the Man of Steel was lying on his stomach recovering from the mid-ring collision, Captain Marvel mounted him squatting down on his rump facing his opponent's feet. He bent forward, wrapped his heavily muscled arms around Superman's ankles and lifted his legs upwards in the classic Boston crab hold. With his bubble butt planted firmly down on Superman's equally expansive buttocks with his hefty legs on either side of the other man's and his feet on the mat, the World's Mightiest Mortal began to apply upward pressure. The veins on his bull neck stood out like cords and he gritted his teeth and grunted with the exertion. The resulting pain in his back caused Superman to emit a throaty scream. From his vantage point Thor could see Captain Marvel's wet crotch through Superman's raised legs as well as the Man of Steel's huge balls that were raised from the mat and he began to squirm on his throne as spit dribbled down his chin and his monster meat squirted hot pre-cum. Remembering his objective, the Captain released the pressure and started to grind and rotate his immense glutes against Superman's, crack to crack, as if he was trying to connect their two bungholes. The mountainous flesh of the four squirming asscheeks began to sweat profusely and the sloshing sounds sent waves of excitement through Thor's loins. Unable to control himself, Superman groaned with pleasure at the sensations in his backside as his engorged ramrod spewed clear syrup through the thin Lycra, onto the mat. His inflamed stud meat strained against the wet mat. Searing pre-cum flowed from Captain Marvel's jackhammer drenching his balls and the insides of his thighs. The crotches of the two struggling stallions were now sopping wet and their genitals clearly palpable through the transparent fabric. Their grunts of excitement reverberated throughout the gym and Superman decided it was time to end the dangerous activity. Summoning all his strength he succeeded in overthrowing his adversary and the two men stood preparing for the next onslaught. Thor's excitement was reflected in his throbbing, dripping poker, as he realized that his two horny underlings had the hots for each other. He also knew that the two fighters had one goal in mind and one goal alone: to make his rival cum first and claim the fantastic prize in store for the winner. CHAPTER 7 The two Lycra-clad combatants now circled each other at center-ring like two gunfighters in a spaghetti western. Moving in closer, they grabbed each other's necks with their right hands, feet planted far apart, as Captain Marvel wrapped his left leg around Superman's right and their wet crotches combined. They began to rotate their meaty glutes, crushing their genitals together. Their elongated nipples were erect and swollen, thrusting against the thin material and rubbing against each other. The World's Mightiest Mortal fastened his slobbering mouth onto the Man of Steel's right nip and began to suck on it greedily through the Lycra. In a frenzy, starting at the neck, the Captain ripped a large section of Superman's costume down to his belly and around his back. Realizing what was happening, Superman did the same to Captain Marvel's costume and the two savage superhunks were now left with just the bottom portion of their suits and their boots. Their immense pumped-up chests were heaving and their unctuous hard jugs were electrified as they rubbed against each other. Their sweating rumps continued their sensuous motions as they stood, belly-to-belly, cock-to-cock. Captain Marvel resumed his assault on Superman's right nipple and tweaked and twisted his left, while Superhunk grabbed and twisted the other man's jutting jugs. The exquisite pain being inflicted on their tits caused the two men to gasp and grunt. Pre-cum was flowing from their torrid clutching crankshafts and their crotches were now completely drenched. Superman could feel the semen in his ball-sac start to boil and close to eruption. He quickly grabbed his opponent by the neck and brought him down to the mat. They heard Thor's roar of delight as they fell to the mat. The two sweaty, ferocious titans, their muscular bodies glued together, rolled over and over, back and forth, grunting like wild boars. They finally came to rest with Captain Marvel on top of the Man of Steel. He quickly twisted himself around, applying a head scissors hold on his rival with his powerful thighs, crossing his ankles for leverage. He wrapped his meaty arms around Superman's jumbo thighs with his face burrowing into his crotch. The World's Mightiest Mortal started to squeeze Superman's thickset neck, driving the Man of Steel's nose and mouth into the dark, wet crevice between his undulating glutes. The Captain's cum-filled ball bag pushed against Superman's mouth, who became extremely agitated at the sight of the massive rump writhing above him. The Man of Steel gripped the Cap's dripping joystick between his balloon-shaped pecs and squeezed more juice out of the Lycra-covered stovepipe. At the same time he started to lap at the Captain's nuts through the Lycra, licking and slurping, and then sucking them into his hot, wet mouth, licking, sucking and nipping the two orbs, causing his superfoe to groan and squeeze Superman's bull neck even harder. The bodies of the two grunting stallions were united as one and their mighty chests rubbed against hard bellies. They were two writhing, rutting pigs in heat, temporarily forgetting their main objective. Returning to reality, Captain Marvel tackled the other man's equipment with fierce determination. He devoured Superman's throbbing genitals through the thin, wet Lycra. With his pearly whites he tore away at the fabric, succeeding in releasing his target's steel pole. The 1" bull rod now stood straight up with its humongous head an angry red from the blood rushing to it. Captain Marvel swirled his dripping tongue around the cockhead and inserted it deep inside the urethra as he sucked and extracted the hot pre-cum from it. Superman shrieked from the acute sensation, his entire body thrashing and convulsing. The Captain then moved his mouth slowly downward until the monstrous head penetrated his throat and his lips came in contact with Superman's pubic bush. He then proceeded to give Superman the blowjob of his life. Not to be outdone and mustering all his superpowers, Superjock raised the other man's thighs and was able to tear the Lycra away from his crotch with his teeth. The Captain's 10" uncut schlong was now pulsing an inch from his mouth. He inserted his tongue inside the thick foreskin and licked the large mushroom head. Oblivious to the cause and their surroundings, the frenzied beasts gave way to their primitive cravings and began to fuck each other's mouths with wild abandon. With his eyes bugging out of his head, the mighty Thor began to stroke his oozing prick, completely fascinated by the spectacle unfolding in the ring. After ten minutes of face-fucking the two intense hunks were very close to exploding. Neither man wanted to be the first to cum and Captain Marvel threw himself off his opponent’s body, their mouths emitting loud plopping sounds as they released the invading organs. CHAPTER 8 It was now close to midnight and the strange but erotic, contest had gone on for almost two hours. The two superstuds were showing signs of fatigue. The Lycra around their crotches was in shreds and because they had curbed their escalating needs to achieve orgasm for so long they were both suffering from aching "blue balls". Lying side by side on the mat, Captain Marvel reached over and whispered something in Superman's ear. The Man of Steel, grinning from ear to ear, nodded his head in agreement. The two superhunks had been sweating profusely during their long, strenuous struggle and their bulging muscles and enormous bubble butts showed through the thin, wet fabric. Captain Marvel wrapped his log-like right arm around Superman's thick neck and rolled over on top of him. As the two mountains of hot flesh writhed against one another, chest-to-chest, belly-to-belly, cock-to-cock, their tongues shot out of their wide-open mouths and swirled around each other. The two inflamed giants began to moan and whimper as their swollen lips united and their tongues explored and dueled inside their salivating oral cavities. Spit dripped down their chins and all over Superman's neck. As they continued to lick, lap and suck each other's face and neck, the Captain wrapped his legs around his mate's and the two cum guns began to fuck themselves and their bloated balls squashed and ground together. The voracious Superhunk reached around and, grabbing the two bulky, rubbery asscheeks with his ham-like hands, he squeezed and kneaded them, driving the other man's genitals into his own. He then dug his fingers deep into the Captain's asscrack and massaged his bunghole through the Lycra. Captain squealed, squeezing his wobbling buttocks together and clamped his hot mouth down on the right side of Superman's bull neck. He converged on a bulging, cord-like vein, and began to suck greedily, sending shivers down Superman's spine. The two grunting beasts were on fire and at the height of erotic passion. Sweat covered their bodies and pre-cum flowed profusely, drenching their crotches and bellies. As he viewed the lusty exhibition, the God of Thunder became somewhat puzzled. The events were not unfolding as he had anticipated: His two horny underlings were in the midst of passionate lovemaking instead of the hard-fought battle he had envisioned. Superman dug his nails into the Lycra around Captain Marvel's asshole and tore a large opening. Grabbing the Captain's shoulders, he rasped, "I wanna go deep inside you with my ragin' fuck tool! I want you to fuck my cock with your ass! I want you to ride me like you would a wild stallion! Come on, you horny cocksucker, DO IT NOW!" Captain Marvel was delighted to comply. He raised himself straddling Superman's midriff with his knees on either side of his waist. The Man of Steel's 11" ass-splitter was well lubricated with pre-cum. The two superheroes were immune to human diseases and, therefore, needed no protection. Grabbing the Supe's pumped-up pecs, he lowered himself until he could feel the head of the throbbing salami enter his crack and nudge his twitching ass-lips. The Captain gasped as the mushroom crown pushed through the sphincter and the second ring of muscles. He forced himself to relax and loosen up as the journey into his entrails continued. Suddenly, the tender skin around his anus came in contact with Superman's balls. Total penetration had been achieved and he remained motionless for a few moments, relishing the sensation. He could feel the monstrous invader throbbing and moving around in his guts. He raised himself very slowly until only the head was inside his bunghole and then commenced a slow up-and-down motion. The two crazed hunks started to grunt and growl like two jungle beasts. They twisted and tweaked each other's erect nipples as their tempo increased gradually. Every downthrust created a loud plopping sound and the Captain's basketball buttocks jiggled and squeezed together. Thor was in a frenzy as he watched the action, beating his bull rod and squeezing his nipple causing the white cream to spurt out onto his belly. Captain Marvel continued to fuck his mate's battering ram with his ass and the pace had now become feverish. After 15 minutes of this violent pounding the two superstuds looked at each other and knew that the volcano was ready to erupt. The Captain quickly raised himself off the ramrod and sat himself down on Superman's quads, balls against balls, cock against cock. As the Cap continued to twist Superman's nipples, Supes wrapped both hands around the two engorged and throbbing horse cocks and began masturbating them. Timing the climax perfectly, the two warriors shrieked as the first gob of white jism flew out of their pissholes simultaneously. Then endless spurts of white spunk erupted from the two schlongs, drenching Superman's chest, nipples, face and neck. The bodies of the two orgasmic hunks convulsed with each jet of hot sperm. As their long-delayed orgasm subsided, Captain Marvel stretched out on top of Superman, their cum and sweat melding on their bodies. Thor left his throne and entered the ring. As he looked down on the two heaving superheroes he declared, "Well, now I know what you guys were up to. You ejaculated at the exact same moment. Therefore, you're both winners. Now come and claim your prize..." THE END