Robin Man
"ROBIN AND KESTREL"
All costumed characters except for Kestrel are
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By Robin Man, STUDS BBS
Robin's lithe agile body arced up and then sharply downward, ending in a full split that made Kestrel wince, then he snapped to his feet and once and spun around, catching the punching bag with a cresent kick that made the huge leather bag shudder like a leaf. Robin landed and punched the bag in rapid succession, raining blows down on it until his green-gloved fists became a blur. Finally, an arcing roundhouse tore the heavy duty leather and sand started to spill out onto the gym mat.
Robin backed away and turned to Kestrel, who gave him a thumbs up and threw him a thick towel. Robin snagged it in midair and wiped his streaming face and neck. He was blowing hard from the workout, and he started his cool down exercises, aiming a series of high kicks in slow motion to practice his balance.
Kestrel stretched some more, his skintight costume moving over his hard, powerfully built body like a glove. He sighed a bit; it was a little like being carressed all over his body at once until it loosened slightly. He was still getting used to moving and fighting in the cape; it was a useful part of the costume, but it's weight and drag made it difficult to get used to at first. That was why they usually went through these routines in costume, since that was what they would be in 90% of the time.
Kestrel joined Robin on the mat and soon the two sixteen-year- olds were laughing and wrestling around on the soft surface, each trying to gain an advantage over the other. Kestrel felt Robin's hard young body under him and he started to get hard at once; the feeling of the trim young man underneath his legs was driving him wild, and breaking his concentration. Robin felt this and moved his basket against Kestrels ribs while his own hand brushed the boy's tight crotch. Kestrel gasped and loosened his hold enough for Robin to reverse their positions and straddle Kestrel from behind, pinning him to the mat with no way out of the hold.
"Got to concentrate, bud." he said, smiling at Kestrel's struggles. Kestrel, AKA Kyle Hamilton, was a fit, well-built kid Robin's own age, with honey-blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes Robin had ever seen. Just a smile from those dusky lips made the Teen Wonder spring a hard-on that could cut stone. His body was powerfully muscled and agile, the body of an olympian. He had been well-built before Batman and Robin had gotten hold of him, but now he was a regular spartan, with less fat on his body than he had hair if that was possible. Robin laughed as his bud struggled fruitlessly against the hold he had him in, then Robin slid his free hand over the firm muscles of Kestrel's buns, feeling them against his palm, kneading them and needing them. He was tired and horney and he knew Kyle would go for anything he would, so he pressed on finger against the boy's buns, smoothing the spandex and working one finger against the crack of the guys's bubblebutt.
Kestrel moaned underneath him softly and pushed his ass up, wanting Robin to fingerfuck him, loosen him up for Robin's nice rod. He was hungry for Robin's body today after their afternoon workout, and he rolled over, freed from Robin's strong arms, and smiled as his buddy slid a hand down his rippled stomach to the ample basket he presented. Robin rubbed Kestrel harder there and the boy beneath him smiled and raised his hips up, fucking himself against Robin's gloved hand. Soon, there was a shiney spot on Kestrel's skintight black trunks, the smell of his precum permeating the gym. Kestrel was lost in the glorious masturbation as Robin gently rubbed his crotch, his other hand touching the teens legs and ass. Kestrel fucked himself against Robin's firm hand. "UuuuuUUUHhhhhHH!! " he exclaimed, and the patch grew much bigger; he had cum in his trunks! Loads of boycum soaked his pubic area as he spurted in his costume, staining the whole front of his trunks. The thing was reeking of his sweat from the workout, so a little more would not hurt it. It was going in the washer in a few minutes and several spares were in an upstairs closet.
Robin kept rubbing his buddies wet trunks, then bent down to kiss them, tasting the pungent smell of Kestrels boyseed against his tounge as he gnawed at the thin spandex covering the teens loins. Robin undid his partner's utility belt and slid his trunks and tights down. The whole front of Kestrel's young body was covered in his spent masculinity, and Robin licked it up from the hard muscles of Kestrel's stomach then threw the boy a towel to wipe himself with. The two heroes got naked and went for the showers, where Kestrel leaned into the spray, soaping his muscled body and wiping the last remanants of the dried cum from what very little hair he had above his waist. He scrubed the bush around his cock very well, and Dick just had to help him with that. Together the tight-bodied teens cleaned themselves and then soaped each others ass. Dick started out, bending over to take Kyles long cut cock in his ass for a nice easy, soapy fuck, sighing as he felt the steel-bodied teen enter him and start to fuck his well-soaped hole.
Kyle bent over his partner as the hot water splashed over his broad back and slipped his cock in easily, feeling the hot tightness of Dick Greyson's firm ass. He slid his cock in and out, quickly fucking the handsome ward of Bruce Wayne, then his cock erupted again just as it had a few minutes ago on the gym floor, pumping his boycum this time deep, deep into his lover's smooth ass.
Dick Greyson groaned as he felt Kyle Hamilton's smooth motion, then the eruption of hotness from the boy's groin into his body. Dick stood up after Kyle was through and bent him over, soaping his ass thuroughly and fingering him a bit. Kyle was still not quite broken in, though Dick would have though that session with the enourmous cock of Catman and Batman's regular attentions would have stretched the pretty teen until he was easier to fuck. Oh well, a tighter ass suited him better, it gripped his 7" better than anything and was nice and hot against his cut cockhead. He slipped his fingers out of Kyle, having loosened him up more, and entered the boy with his penis, slowly working it into Kyles tight ass until it was all the way in, then he began to gently fuck the athlete bent over in front of him, then faster and faster until his cock exploded boycum deep into Kyle's firm ass.
The two teens finished their shower, washing each other and massaging away the sorenes in their muscles. Kyle had never thought he would have become a fan of four-hour workouts at 5:00 am but he was now, especially when they ended with a nice soothing session with Dick in the showers. Sometimes Bruce would join them, and have both boys soap and service his powerfully muscled body, typically Dick giving it to him in the ass while Kyle knelt in front and went down on Bruces thick 10" uncut cock, taking the huge piece of meat between his rosey lips and swirling his tounge across the foreskin until Bruce shot in his mouth. Kyle had never seen a man with a foreskin before and it fascinated him; he loved playing with it over and over again; rolling it back, pulling it forward, licking it, teasing the delicate red cockhead inside with his tounge, it was marvelous!! Dick would slide his hard penis up Bruce's ass and Bruce would usually clench down on it, knowing Dick liked it tight, or just to milk his cock after he had shot. After THAT, he usually liked to help the boys enjoy a little fun togther, such as holding Dick down while Kyle attacked his soaped ass with fingers and then after a long while, with his cock. Most times, more than once, he would just keep it in, pumping Dick Greyson's firm ass until he shot his NEXT load. It was fantastic when he felt up to it, and having Bruces cock in his mouth or (much more rarely) in his ass made him hornier than even Dick's hard body could make him. It was because he was a grown man, and Bruce told Kyle that when Dick got a little older he would be able to do the most fantastic things to him. All it took was experience.
Speak of the devil, Kyle thought as he looked up and saw Bruce Wayne's body in the door, cast into shadow by the sunlight beyond. Dick followed Kyles gaze and smiled. "Want to join us, Bruce?" Bruce Wayne smiled and stepped up into the hot water spray. "Don't mind if I do, son." He soaped and washed his hard body, and Kyle came up behind with a wahsrag and began to soap the big man's broad back. Kyle, like Richard, was about 5'9", but Bruce was an enourmous 6'4", a full head taller than the boys. He was built along a massive but lithe frame; Kyle had seen him press almost 600 pounds on a good day, and his arms were huge, as were the thick muscles of his thighs. Kyle began to soap Bruce's ass and the handsome man lenaed back into it, feeling the boy use the bar with practiced ease, then his soapy fingers to spread it up the big man's crack. Dick cmae up in front and started to soap the crevices of Bruces huge muscular chest, following every cut back and forth. Then he knelt and took Bruces enourmous soapy cock in his hands and started to soap it until it was slick and hard, the foreskin peeled back from the red cockhead. Kyle felt a thrill; this meant Bruce was going to let him fuck Bruce's ass! Kyle worked his fingers in the crack, finding the wide puckered hole and sliding a couple fingers in it, then his slender hand. He couldn't quite get up the nerve to make a fist, though Bruce had told him repeatedly that it could not hurt him. Kyle played with Bruces prostate, eliciting groans from the huge man as Dick throated his cock in front. Finally, Kyle pressed his cock against Bruce's puckered hole and entered him, groaning as Bruce took his whole 8" in at once. He slid it in and out easily, then Bruce pulled away.
He squatted down, pulling Dick away from his cock. "I want to try something," he told the confused boys. "Lay down, Dick, and let me squat down on your cock." Dick complied, laying down on the floor, water swirling around his hard body, his red cock ready for Bruce's asshole. Kyle stood behind as the huge man squatted down, and guided Dick's hard-on into his ass. Dick groaned as the big man took his cock easily. Bruce bent over, facing the teenager. Kyle knelt down and played with Bruces hole where the red length of Dick's hardon disappearred down it. This caused Bruce and Dick to both groan. "That's the idea Kyle," Bruce said, "you learn pretty quick. Now, there should (ahh) be enough room back there. Enter me. Just slide your cock up right against Richard's real hard, and soap it good. I'm wide enough to take the both of you (ahhh)."
Kyle smiled and slid his cock tight up against Dicks raging hard manhood and pushed, feeling his cock slip down Bruces ass pressed tight against Dicks cock as well!! Bruce began to go back and forth a little, fucking himself on both boys at once. The two teenager, feeling their cocks together and sliding in and out of Bruce's ass were in heaven, groaning with sensations they had never felt. Bruce groaned as well, finally having enough cock to satisfy him at last, though it took two randy teens with good sized cocks both in him at the same time!
He rocked back and forth a bit more, stimulating the boys, and milking their cocks until he pushed them over the edge and they both came at once. Bruce came as well, splashing his huge load of cum all over Dicks's powerfully built chest.
Through with their elaborate copulation, the three separated, and Bruce walked out, toweling off, leaving the two pretty teens exhausted for once.
Kyle stood up shakily and washed his cock and ass first, then helped Dick. The two teens had been absolutely blown away by the most incredible fuck session they had ever had, and Kyle for one was entranced. He wanted it again, and soon. He wanted to do it to Dick with some other boy, but that wouldn't be possible. Dick was used to Bruces huge meat, but there was no way he could do that!
"Man! That was incredible, Kyle. He's never done that before, but then we've never had anyone else in the, uh, family." He kissed Kyle as he helped him dry off, and Kyle returned it readily. "Anytime he wants to do that again, I'm all for it. I sure wish, well, I wish you and I could get someone else and try that. I should would like to feel your cock in MY ass with someone else, but I'm too tight and so are you...." Dick sighed as he toweled off the strong young man and then the two dressed and went down for breakfast.
At the table, they went over last night's patrol. Catwoman was still at large and the trio were hot to get her after her henchman had raped Kestrel's unwilling ass. Kestrel felt a bit better about that now; he had nothing permanent to show for it except he was a little more stretched now. He was still tight to have Robin tell it, but then Robin was used to Batman's huge ass. Kyle looked across to Bruce, and still could not believe the threesome in the shower earlier. Bruce caught the boy's eye and smiled, then returned to his coffee.
Later that day, the young pair worked on homework from school and got ready for Robin's patrol, slipping into their costumes which revealed physiques of breathtaking symetry and beauty; Robin in his red, green and black, Kestrel in simple grey and black. 'Makes you less likely to get shot' Robin explained and Kyle didn't make a fuss. He didn't know what he would do the first time he took a bullet. Robin had been shot a few times but cosmetic surgery had kept him from being scarred from it. Kestrel decided he would worry about it when the time came; that was what both Batman and Robin said. Right now he clung to Robin's waist as they roared into Gotham on Robin's modified Ninja, enjoying the wind and the ripple and shift of Robin's tightly muscled stomach as he leaned into the curves. The pair left the motorcycle in one of Robin's safe stashes and took to the rooftops, soaring with acrobatic grace across the skyline.
Kestrel liked this best, running across the rooftops full out with his best buddy and lover by his side, taking a moments joy in the sheer movement of his lithe, strong graceful body. He laughed out loud and Robin grinned at him, understanding, another moment of bonding between the two young heroes. Robin's belt beeped and he intercepted a police call, a gang battle at 19th and Dexter, practically right below their feet.
Robin and Kestrel glided to the edge of the next building, silent as leaves on the wind, and looked down into the alley, seeing about thirty people squaring off with knives, guns, boards, anyhting they could use as a weapon. They were Reavers and T-Men, trying to work out distribution rights for the new avenues of drugs since Russia had opened up. The Reavers were currently on top, Kestrel knew from reading Batman's updates, and this was the last chance the T-men were going to have to get their turf back. Kestrel frowned and reached for his Batarang. The men who were so intent on raping him when Robin had dropped into his life had been 79th Street Reavers, a sub-cell of the much larger 'home' gang.
Robin stayed his hand, put a finger to his lips and flipped open the cellular comlink on his wrist, calling the exact locale into the police. He tapped Kestrel's weapon belt and did the same, unloading compressed gas capsules into his gloved hand. Vomit gas, Kestrel noted and made sure his contacts and nose filters were in place. Then with one motion followed Robin's lead in throwing the gas capsules down into the midst of the gang and jumping down amongst them. The gas exploded into dense green clouds and the young heroes had no real trouble using their martial prowess to wipe up the choking, vomiting gangbangers.
Kestrel smacked his fist into his palm and grinned as he surveyed the groaning, retching gangers, and followed Robin back to the edge of the building as police cars began to arrive. They watched silently as the teens and young men were led away, then kept up their rounds, checking the most crime-ridden layers of Gotham.