Disclaimer: This story is an adaptation of the Robert Smith song of the same name. The Spiderman mentioned in the text is a normal human being, he is NOT the Marvel comic book character Spiderman. This story is fiction.
Lullaby
On candystriped legs Spiderman comes, sneaking softly through the long shadows of the evening sun. I don't know why he wears those grey-black pants, perhaps a wish to stand out, to definitely not be like everybody else. The stripes emphasize his muscles butt and ample basket, that's another reason, of course. The black t-shirt shows off his athletic arm and chest muscles, honed to perfection at the local gym. He steals past the windows of the blissfully sleeping neighborhood, looking for the victim shivering in his bed. I know he's coming, and I want him to come, but still I'm apprehensive. Unwanted voices in my head tells me this is wrong, I'm not that way, real men don't do these things. He searches out my anticipation and fear in the gathering gloom and suddenly there's a movement in the corner of the room! And now there is nothing I can do, the spiderman is here and it's too late for doubt.
"Hey, wait," I say lamely, my mind still protesting. But I don't move, my body is exited and shivering in anticipation, not fright. I realize my cock is hard against my stomach.
Quietly he laughs and shakes his head. He creeps closer now, closer to the foot of the bed. The covers somehow end up on the floor, and now he's on me, suddenly as naked as I am. His soft lips plants a kiss on mine, and then he has me turned around on the bed. Softer than shadows and quicker than flies his arms are all around me and his tongue in my ass.
"Be still, be calm, be quiet now my precious boy," he mumbles, his lips vibrating against my ass. "Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more. It's much too late to get away or turn on the light. Spiderman is having you for dinner tonight!"
His tongue renewes his assault on my ring, caressing and probing, trying to gain entrance. I feel my mind and body relaxing as I wallow in the pleasures he brings me. He has me pinned down, my head and chest pressed into the bed as he sits on my back, holding my ass up with his strong arms, attacking me with his long tongue from above. His massive legs confine my arms, his round butt against my neck, I can feel his balls and his warm cock on my spine. His cockhead marks me with pre-cum, reminding me of what's to come. My own dick is hard as steel, dripping pre-cum on the sheets. And almost by themselves my lips start moving.
"Please, I want it, give it to me..."
He pauses his meal, instead slipping a finger in me, causing me to gasp.
"And what is it you want, precious boy?" he teases me.
"Please, your cock, I want you to fuck me," I beg, panting as he stretches my opening with two fingers now. He withdraws and turns me around again, lifting my legs up high. Rubbing his cockhead against my asshole, lubricating it with pre-cum, he teases me again.
"Are you sure you can take it, can you take Spiderman's big dick?"
"Yes, yes, fuck me with your big cock," I plead, almost delirious with want.
Slowly he presses it in, my asshole protesting the intrusion in spite of my willingness, his dick is so huge. Finally the head slips through, and I exhale, his dick having made me forget to breathe for a bit. I moan as I feel the thick shaft entering into me,
inch by inch, slicked by his spit. I always forget just how far into me his long dick can go, whenever I think he's given me all he feeds me another inch.
"Oh god, you're so huge" I say inanely, my mind lost in the pain and pleasure of his invasion. He smiles down at me, his white teeth shining in his dark face. Finally I feel his pubic hair against
my ass cheeks, his balls at the rim of my ass.
"Oh yeah, I'm all in you now, boy," he says as he leans down to kiss me. His big lips against mine, his tongue enters my mouth, he's got me penetrated from both ends. I suck desperately at his tongue as he begins moving in my ass.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I pant, licking at the sweat running down his face. His dick retreats, and then he fills me completely again. Helplessly I throw my head back, moaning as his thick shaft rubs my prostate. He's moving faster now, his breathing ragged. He's got my legs on his shoulders, trapped between his powerful arms, leaving my ass totally undefended, his hands gripping me so I can't get away, even if I wanted to. Instead I pull at his massive back, trying to pull him into me even deeper, my hands feeling his muscles working. His cock is really pistoning in and out of my stretched ass, it's so big it can't but help hit me in all the right places. I'm getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh god, you're so tight, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cuuum!"
His words stop making sense as he lets out a guttural howl, his dick growing even bigger as his sperm rushes out to fill me, wave after wave of potent warm cum. My mind stops functioning coherently as my own orgasm overtakes me, coating our chests and bellies with frothing white spunk. It smears between our sweaty bodies as he kisses me again.
Too soon he rolls off me, both of us exhausted, moments from sleep. Yet my last thoughts are melancholy. I know that in the morning I will wake up alone in the shivering cold.
But Spiderman is always hungry...
Copyright 2002 Kawayama. The song "Lullaby" copyright 1989 Fiction Records LDT. Comments to kawayama@postmark.net. Abuse will be ignored.