Gay Erotic Stories

Spiderman was depressed again. It's the same old story. He captures the bad guy to save the city, and he's a hero. Next day, people deride him as a vigilante, question his sanity, or just consider him a menace. People have short memories. He himself declares he would stop being a superhero from time to time, but he always goes back to it. This time though ... It would be nice if he could find someone who always believed in him. Spiderman was moping on the side of a building when he heard a voice through an open window. It was familiar. "That's The Bugle for you. You can't expect fair reporting from them. They refuse to acknowledge all the good he has done." Spiderman crawled to the window and peered in. It was Flash Thompson, Peter Parker's high school bully. Now that they're both in college the bullying had stopped, but Flash still gave Peter a hard time. Flash Thompson was lying on a bed wearing a bathrobe talking on the telephone. "I'm telling you he's not crazy. Well, I suppose you have to be a little crazy to be willing to fight all those crooks, but he does it well and does it right. Spiderman's the greatest." Parker blushed under his mask. He found it peculiarly ironic that Thompson hated him as Parker but was a big fan of Spiderman. He decided to have some fun with him. Spiderman waited in front of the window for Flash to notice him. Flash finished his conversation and hung up the phone. He walked over across the room and closed a closet door. Spiderman was startled to see a full-size poster of him on the door. Flash stared at it for awhile, smirking. However, what happened next really shocked Spiderman. Flash groped himself through his bathrobe. By his grip Spiderman could tell he wasn't wearing anything underneath his robe. Spiderman actually felt embarrassed that he caught Flash in such a private moment, but he felt somewhat uncomfortable when he noticed that Flash was still staring at his picture. Yet, Spiderman couldn't pull himself away. Despite Thompson's treatment of him as Parker, he couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. He was the typical jock with well developed muscles, but his face, especially his eyes, were dreamy. He wanted to teach Flash a lesson, but now considered that something else could happen. Flash Thompson stopped groping himself and went into another room. Spiderman took this time as an opportunity. He crawled into the apartment and clung himself to the poster, taking the position as depicted. When Flash returned, he didn't notice anything different. He went straight to the bed, facing away from the closet. He took off his robe. As expected, he was naked. His muscular back was smooth, his ass plump and round, and his hairy legs were tight. Flash quickly plopped himself on his back on the bed. For a moment Spiderman was scared Flash would know he was there, but he gave no indication. Spiderman ogled him. His chest was broad. It wasn't muscularly big like a bodybuilder, but he was still hard and stacked. His chest was covered in a light fur with hairs lightly covering his nipples. A heavier concentration of hair went down the middle of his chest towards his six-pack stomach right through to his pubes. His dick wasn't hard but fit snugly between his large balls which hung loosely. Man was he hot! Spiderman reflexively licked his lips under his mask. Flash jerked himself again staring at Spiderman. He did it slowly. Occasionally he would close his eyes and lean his head back. When he did so, his dick grew harder and larger. It jutted out in bursts, each time his ball sac contracted as he reached an excited state. His other hand rubbed his chest letting his chest hairs flow between his fingers. At times he would stretch his toes and raise his hips a little when his dick became quite sensitive to his own touch. Every once in awhile he would glance at his Spiderman "poster". Spiderman squeezed his hand and webbed Flash. "What the hell?" "Hello, Flash, I see you are a "big" fan of mine. Now I want you to show me a new meaning of hero worship." Spiderman crawled onto the ceiling to show he really was Spiderman. Flash's face went deep red. Spiderman couldn't tell whether it was because of anger or embarrassment. Flash struggled, but he was firmly stuck in the web. Spiderman jumped down onto Flash, straddling his legs about Flash's chest. He opened the web to clear off Flash's face. Spiderman pulled down the front of his tights. "Open wide." Flash obeyed. Spiderman stuck his dick into Flash's mouth. Flash eagerly gave it a tongue massage. Not helping himself, he grunted in glee. Spiderman reached behind him and grabbed Flash's dick and balls. Mindful of his strength, he gave them a good tug. He then jerked him at the same time humping Flash's mouth. "Get ready, Flash. You're going to eat my cum!" Spiderman humped faster. He stopped jerking Flash and just grabbed his balls. He wanted Flash to know he was holding them, but not to hurt him. He roughly fondled them so that Flash winced. "Look at me Flash. I want you to know to whom you willingly became a fuck toy." Just as Spiderman started to cum into Flash's mouth, he took off his mask. Flash's eyes widened in surprise. He wanted to yell "Parker" but couldn't as his mouth filled with cum. The next day Peter Parker had just dropped off his latest article for the campus newspaper when he bumped into several members of the football team. Flash was one of them. Here it comes - the obligatory insults and throwing into some dirty spot. It hasn't rained, so instead of a puddle it would be the nearby garbage can. Two players grabbed Parker. Flash stopped them. "Let him go. I've dealt with this chump since high school. It's time we settled it once and for all, Parker. Same place, same time, same thing. This time, though, we'll be in a more equal setting. Got it"? Parker humbly nodded his head. The players started to leave. Flash reached over to Parker and grabbed his shoulder as if to push him. He turned his head towards the others. Satisfied they weren't looking, he gave Parker a quick kiss before catching up to them.