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Adventures V: The Long Hot Summers By Mathias/gothamciti@hotmail.com Note: The author would like to thank all the wonderful people who emailed with their comments. This is dedicated to every one of you. A little warning to Men fans - this story borrows from the time before the death of Sen. Graydon Creed. The following fictitious account is loosely based upon characters created by and intellectual properties of DC and Marvel comics. It was written for no commercial purpose Prologue Sunlight glared from the pool's surface, bathing Scott in a bright glow as he walked to a lounge chair. He surveyed the area's few guests and glanced up the hotel balcony of Senator Graydon Creed where Sam Guthrie stood. Sam nodded to him imperceptibly. In turn Scott looked to his brother Alex standing by the diving board steps and nodded. The signal received, Alex strolled casually away towards the lobby where the Senator would no doubt emerge in a couple of minutes. Alex would continue the surveillance on his own giving Scott a couple of hours, at least, to take a breather. And he could use it, trailing the polemic senator has been hardly a joyride. Sam was well placed within his organization. But the guy was so shrouded in mystery of what they were looking for even Scott was unsure. There were reports upon reports, none corroborating the other and nothing that could shed any light on the Senator's real agenda. There was the murder of an intelligence operative in Europe. There was an alleged sabotage of an elevator in Metropolis, trapping two reporters who were after the Senator. There were stories of an affair with an elusive businesswoman, assassination attempts, and a consortium of powerbrokers pulling all the strings. It went on and on, Scott sighed. He was tired. As important as he knew this was, he just wanted it all to go away. Just for a little while. I Kyle Rayner drew his tall, muscular, wet body from the pool and stretched under the sun's warmth. But in so doing he noticed that his move sent water dripping onto the wide pecs of a very handsome stranger lying back on a deck chair in front of him. For a few seconds Kyle couldn't find the words. His eyes took in the masculine vision before him. Short brown hair, lantern jaw, massive arms folded apart and what was apparently an anaconda packed safely beneath a tight pair of navy Speedos. "I'm sorry bud," Kyle finally managed to say. "Didn't see you sitting there." "Don't sweat it pal," the man replied. Kyle dropped himself on the chair beside this beautiful male species to get a closer look. A pair of goggles covered the man's eyes so Kyle couldn't tell if he was watching him watch him. I'm acting like a damned perv, he admonished himself. My first real vacation in heaven knows how long and I'm spending it drooling over another man! I have got to get out of the ring business. Still, I'm an artist; I can appreciate the male form. And is there ever so much to appreciate about this guy. "My name's Kyle…uh, you staying in the hotel…" he said reaching out a hand. The man accepted the handshake and Kyle saw the wedding band. "…With your wife?" "Scott Summers. I'm here with my brother," the man answered. There must be a way I could…Kyle noticed the body lotion he had brought along with his towel. "I'm the hotel masseur," he said with a sudden inspiration. "Oh yeah?" Scott grinned. Was there a trace of intrigue in that smile, Kyle wondered. How far could he push this charade? "You kinda look tensed up. I notice these things," Kyle said. "Part of the job, you know." "Part of my job - looking tense," Scott remarked. "An hour in my hands and you'll be a new man…" Kyle's voice trailed like a coy invitation. "Can't say the idea doesn't sound good…" was the equally coy reply. Kyle pounced on it. "Then what're we waiting for?" "Well…" Scott hedged. "Tell you what Scott. This one's on the house," Kyle urged. "You got nothing to lose. And who knows, you might actually enjoy it." Kyle jumped up and stood before Scott. "Let's go. I'm not taking no for an answer. Besides like I said you look like you could use a great body rub. I'll get rid of all that pent up stress." "What the hell," Scott relented. "Lead the way." Lamb to the slaughter, Kyle thought. As they were crossing the lobby, Kyle stopped as if remembering something. "Oh wait, we can't use the massage room," he said. "We're booked solid today. Can we use your room?" "Uh, yeah. I guess," Scott replied. "My brother and I got stuck together with one room. But he won't be back for a couple of hours." "Done deal," Kyle smiled. They both got into the first available elevator up to the fourth floor. Scott walked ahead a few paces and Kyle watched his well-rounded butt in the tight swimsuit. Kyle could feel his heart beat a hundred times for every step that made those delectable buns bounce. What am I getting myself into? Kyle thought, while we seem evenly matched physically, I still think this guy's got about ten pounds of pure muscle on me. Fuck it, I'm going through with this, he decided firmly Thank heavens there aren't any more Guardians who can watch my every move. They reached the room and Scott held the door open for him. Room's just like mine, he thought, except for the two queen sized beds. "Okay sir," Kyle declared grandly. "Please lie down on your front and we can get started." As Scott got into the bed, Kyle stopped him. "Unh-uh. Take off the swimsuit." "Whatever you say," Scott replied pulling the Speedos down and off in one gesture. He stood there for a moment unabashedly as if favoring him with the full effect of his magnificently sculptured body. Kyle felt the blood rise to his face and he almost sighed out loud at this man's incredible beauty. The wide, hard chest, the perfectly toned abs, the plum cock hanging between a pair of massive thighs. Everything. Scott then fell face down on the bed and smiled at Kyle. "I'm entirely at your disposal," he said. Be still my shorts, Kyle thought. I'm going to die. Oh my God, I'm going to die right here, right now. He walked over and straddled Scott's back. He noticed for the first time how his arousal was beginning to show. He didn't dare take off his shorts can't risk spooking him, he thought. "That's the right attitude. Just relax and leave everything to me," Kyle said as he poured a generous amount of body lotion into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and began to slowly knead Scott's firm back muscles. Naturally, he'd never done this before. He just let instinct take over and was genuinely amazed to feel the muscles yield to his ministrations. He heard Scott groan in approval and felt his head spin. This is incredible, Kyle thought. He felt a wave of pleasure course through him as he felt the warmth of Scott's skin and the strength of those muscles vibrating under his hands. He moved from the nape, down both arms, back up to the top of the spine and down the back. Kyle was getting drunk from the sensation and the heat of this man's body. He backed up to work lower and found himself facing the most perfect ass he's ever seen in his life. His hands shuddered as he felt each firm yet pliant cheek with his fingers and palms. He pulled them slightly apart and beheld a pink bud lined with fine brown hair. "You have great hands," Scott whispered. "Thanks," Kyle replied shyly. "You've got a great body." He could feel his turgid cock soaking his shorts with precum. Kyle moved lower and worked on the left leg, applying pressure gradually up the thighs where he found crushed under the body a pair of bull sized balls and a part of Scott's thick, long cock pointing towards him. Kyle slowly made his way to it, casually letting a couple of fingers brush against the bulbous head. Scott moaned loudly at the touch and spread his legs further apart. Kyle resisted the temptation and worked on the right leg, savoring the journey his hands were taking. He couldn't be certain but to him Scott's cock seemed fuller and stretching in anticipation of his touch. Kyle's fingers crawled impatiently up and up until his knuckles rubbed the head and shaft of that burning pole. Scott was groaning almost nonstop now. "I gotta tell you Kyle this is the best massage I've ever had," Scott said. "And it only gets better big guy," Kyle promised. He renewed his massage on Scott's upper back, not wanting this to end. "Oh yeah, that's great. Do it lower," Scott muttered. Kyle complied, moving ever lower until both his hands were again caring for those muscled buns. "Aaaaah," Scott moaned. "That feels fantastic." Kyle doubled his efforts, watching Scott's rock hard cock grind against the bed and leaking precum. It's now or never, he thought to himself as he lowered his head until his nose touched the hot shaft. He inhaled the fragrant scent of Scott's manhood and started rubbing his face against the meaty pole. Scott moaned with pleasure. Suddenly, Kyle felt Scott's hand on the back of his head and for a moment thought it meant he should stop. But then the hand pushed him down, urging him to go on. "I think you've hit a sore spot there babe," Scott whispered. "Yeah. I'm going to have to work on this hard muscle for a while," Kyle gasped. He traced the length of the cock with his tongue. When he reached Scott's balls, he started lapping them up like a hungry dog. He moved further up burying his face into Scott's ass until his tongue felt the soft, searing hole. Kyle was going crazy with lust, his tongue darting in and out of Scott's ass. He then moved lower encircling the huge cockhead with his lips and sucking on the hot cream oozing from it. "Oh God," Scott groaned. "Suck that cock baby, yeah." After one long, loud, savory slurp, Kyle pulled back to catch his breath. And the door to the room opened. "Alex!" Scott exclaimed. II For a moment the sight before him didn't quite register. His big, hunky brother was sprawled on his front facing the foot of the bed and a strange guy was straddling his back. "Hey," Alex answered casually. "What's up?" "I…uh." Scott stammered. "I was just giving him a massage," the stranger said, standing up and walking to him with an outstretched hand and another conspicuously holding a towel to his midsection. "I'm, uh, Kyle, the hotel masseur." "Alex, Scott's brother." He replied. "Well, if anyone needs a good body rub, it's my brother. I hope you gave him the works." "Uh, yes," Kyle said. Odd how he seems so embarrassed, Alex thought. Alex broke the second of silence. "Hey. Didn't mean to catch your hand in the cookie jar. I could go away if you guys…" "No!" Scott said. "We're ummmm done. Right Kyle?" "Yeah, well," Kyle hesitated. "I guess basically. But you're still a little stiff there Scott. We could continue this some other time…" "Sure," Scott agreed. "I'll call down for you." "Uh, no," Kyle said. "I mean, I…uh, have time later tonight. Can I call you then?" "Absolutely," Scott said. "Later then," Kyle nodded. "Nice meeting you Alex." "Yeah, same here," Alex nodded. "And hey maybe I could use a massage too buddy." "Sure, sure," Kyle smiled before making a hasty retreat. "Nervous fellow," Alex remarked after the door closed. "Never mind him," Scott said from the bed. "What happened to Creed?" "Always business with you. Nothing happened," Alex said. "He just met some of his constituents and came back here. Sam's with him now." He walked toward Scott's bed and stepped on the discarded Speedos. He picked it up and smiled lewdly at Scott but remained silent. He just walked all the way to the bed and climbed over Scott. "So Scottie, what the masseur guy any good?" Alex asked. "Well, yeah. I guess," Scott answered, suddenly feeling Alex's strong fingers massaging his neck and back. "Man, he's right," Alex said. "You're not done yet. Your back's as stiff as a board!" Scott didn't move as he continued kneading lower and lower. "You don't have to Alex," Scott murmured, enjoying the massage anyway. "Kyle can work on it later." "No. It's okay bro I want to. You're always taking care of me. Haven't had many chances to returning the favor. Scott moaned when Alex began working on his butt. "Man, we've always called you tight-assed. Just never imagined it would be as hard as a rock," Alex remarked while his hands worked lovingly over Scott's bubble butt. "Nobody called me tight ass," Scott protested. "Oh puh-lease! We all did. Ask Bobby. Ask Warren. Hell, ask Jeannie!" Alex laughed. "Although in fairness, Lorna's never brought it up. And Hank, well, I think Hank called it gluteus maximus." "Very funny," Scott retorted then gasped when Alex's warm hand suddenly encircled his still engorged tubesteak and began stroking it. "Hmmmm. I think I found something else that's as hard as a rock. Seems like Mr. Kyle really didn't get the entire job done," Alex said while gently pulling at Scott's cock. "Alex, what the hell are you doing?" Scott asked in between gulps of air. "Shhhh, big brother. Let Alex take care of you for a change," Alex purred. Then he barked, "Turn around." "What?" Scott asked. "I said turn around. Go on," Alex insisted. Scott relented and Alex was immediately struck by the sheer perfection of his brother's masculinity. "Good lord Scott you look incredible," Alex marveled as he felt himself glowing with cosmic energy. He suppressed his gift's abrupt involuntary surge. "Shut up," Scott answered as he blushed. "Seriously man. Those hours in the Danger Room are sure paying off big time!" Alex enthused. "Although," he continued while dropping down between Scott's widespread thighs, "this masterpiece right here is entirely genetic." Alex resumed gently stroking Scott's rampant ramrod. "Jeannie must go crazy over this dick," he whispered. Scott groaned and slowly humped up through Alex's fist. He watched his brother, completely mesmerized by his cock. "Oh yeah. You are a handsome fucker, aren't you?" Alex whispered to the rigid flesh pole. "You deserve to feel good, yeah. I'll see to that," he said. With his other hand he began to fondle Scott's balls. "Big hot balls….oh so full of cum. Gonna make you shoot out all that precious load." Alex looked up at Scott and knowing he was being watched made him do something he never ever imagined. He sank his lips over Scott's huge cock. The fleshy taste assaulted his senses like nothing he's experienced before. Alex wanted every fucking inch of it in his mouth. He relaxed his jaw and devoured his brother's dick. He watched Scott close his eye and surrender to the sublime pleasure. Alex concentrated fully on the delectable meat he was sucking. He ran his tongue around and around the cockhead before sinking his mouth all the way down the stalk to the tangle of Scott's pubes. He pulled back slowly until he reached the tip then sank back down again. When his tongue picked up the taste of precum overflowing from Scott's cockhead, Alex went crazy. He had to have more. He was moaning while feverishly sucking the hot cock. Soon he heard Scott groaning desperately. His brother's hands held his head still and began pistoning his enormous cock in and out of Alex's mouth. Not willing to lose hold of the delicious rod, Alex clenched his lips harder over it as it pumped harder into his eager lips. Suddenly a spurt of sizzling cum hit the back of his throat. Scott was shouting in uncontrollable ecstasy and trashed under Alex gobbling up the hot cream shooting continuously out of his cock. When Scott's spasms subsided, Alex gently continued to suck out the last of the delicious cum. Then crawling up to face his brother, Alex fell into Scott's waiting embrace. "I love you Scottie," he whispered. "I love you too little brother," Scott replied. Alex looked up to Scott and grinned, "Hey let's call up that masseur guy, maybe he could do me." Scott laughed.