The following is a fanfic of a person who cosplays as Gay Comic Geek, who you can easily find on social medias. It was written with his blessing, and some input pre-writing. His input was expected post-writing, however I haven't been able to get that, so here is the story as written so far. I am currently unsure if I will write any further chapters.
"Oof," I said out loud as I bumped into the wall. Ok, maybe i was a little too intoxicated to be walking home instead of grabbing an uber, but i couldn't stand to be standing outside that bar. The guy i'd been hitting on all night - Tyler I think his name was - decided to go home with another guy right at the end of the night. We were sitting next to each other at the bar and started chatting. After a few drinks we started getting handsy. First his hand was on my thigh, then gradually moved further up. When he leaned in to say something over the loud music, he grabbed my package in a way I wasn't quite expecting, but definitely enjoyed.
A bit later I excused myself to the bathroom, and before the piss even started flying I realized he was at the stall next to me. He looked over and gave me a smirk, glancing downward. His own cock was out, but he wasn't there to piss - he was giving it a full tugs, and it was looking good. He held it out as if inviting, and I grabbed a handful of it. Damn was he thick. Some others started making their way into the bar, so we had to zip up. Once back at the bar we were clearly very into each other. A few more drinks went between us and he offered to have me back to his place. I said sure, I just wanted a few more drinks before we left, and he agreed. I excused myself to the bathroom - but this time, he didn't follow me.
When I came back, another guy was in my seat next to him at the bar, and they were chatting away. I approached and asked for my seat back, which the guy obliged, but didn't leave. He was introduced as Adam, a friend of Tyler's. They talked and laughed about stuff I didn't know, and I kinda just faded into the background. Adam indicated he was leaving, and Tyler asked if he could come along. Clearly these two knew each other well. Tyler obliged, then seemed to remember he had made plans with me. He said he and Adam needed to catch up but we could swap numbers. I took his, but let's be honest...i wasn't gonna be texting him. They were standing outside waiting for an Uber when I stepped out to call one, a little too into each other to notice I was there.
Anyway. Rather than stand around and watch, I decided to walk the mile home. It was a few miles from the bar, and I usually walked there, then got a ride home. It was about 1 AM, and I was walking briskly in the slightly cool evening. I had my head down not really paying attention, when a noise broke me out of my trance. I looked up and realized i was in a block i wasn't super familiar with...in a neighborhood that wasn't too great. As I neared the next corner I looked up for the street sign...145th. Hmm, I should have turned about 8 blocks ago. How long had I not been paying attention?
I looked to my left and evaluated if I should turn now or backtrack a bit. The street wasn't too well lit, but it didn't seem too bad. I decided I would just walk this way rather than take even more time back tracking. It was already after 130. I walked a block or two, still keeping to myself but paying better attention to where the fuck i was going. Three guys, all appearing to be in their early 20s, were on the other side of the street. About the time they were directly across the street from me, I heard it. "Hey Faggot!" I did my best not to react but my head still perked up at the word. I guess my short shorts and pastel colored tank top might have been a bit of a give away. I continued walking , doing my best to ignore them, but i was pretty sure out of the corner of my eye I could see them crossing the street. "I said, hey faggot!" they were definitely closer now. I turned slightly to see them from the corner of my eye, trying to pick up the pace. I grabbed my phone, ready to call 911 if I needed to.
I felt a force shove me from behind. I stumbled, but didn't fall over, but I had to stop to catch myself. As I stood up all three of them surrounded me in a half circle, my back against a building. I didn't have an escape. "I don't want any trouble," I heard myself say. My adrenaline was definitely pumping. I was fumbling with my phone in my hand, trying to hit the emergency call button without them noticing. "Too bad, faggot. You don't belong here." said the one in the middle. They were all decently muscular. Now, I'm no slouch; I work out 5 days a week. I'm 5'11 and have a decent build, but i wasn't taking on all 3 of these guys at once. "Look, you can have my wallet, my phone, whatever you want it's yours, just please don't hurt me." "we don't want any of your shit. Faggots like you are disgusting," said the guy towards my left. I turned to say something to him when it happened. THWACK. On the right side of my face, something hit me, hard. I didn't fall over, but I was seeing stars, and I was half leaned against the building trying to keep myself upright. THWACK. I took another hit, this time on the left side of my head. This one knocked me over. Fuck, this is how its gonna end, I thought. They closed in on me, the one in the middle giving me a kick to the stomach as I balled up to try to protect myself. I took another hit to the head, and was trying just to protect myself but i felt like i was starting to lose consciousness.
THWACK. I heard another one, but didn't feel anything this time. Was I so out of it that I couldn't feel it anymore? "What the?!" I heard one of them yell, followed by a yelp. Things started to go black for me. Fuck, am i dying? I couldn't tell what was going on, but I could hear a scuffle. Had the police showed up? I hadn't heard any sirens, but at this point I had no idea what was happening. The scuffle ended, and it felt like I was being picked up. What was happening? And I could swear, just as I finally went out, that we had started to fly.
Holy fuck my head hurt.
I opened my eyes, ever so slowly. Half way at most. There wasn't a ton of light, but it was enough to be annoying. As I started to come out of my haze, I had a series of realizations. One, I wasn't in my bed. Two, I wasn't in my apartment. Three, I had no idea where I was at all. I was clearly in an apartment, must have been some kind of studio loft. The walls were all exposed brick, and the ceiling was metal rafters with AC and water pipes going to and fro. I was laying on a sofa. To my left, a coffee table and tv on a stand, with large bay windows that were most of the ceiling to the wall, that went about half way down the length of the room. To my right, behind the sofa, was a kitchen, namely an island, with various dishes, pots and pans, and some stools for sitting at the island. There was an open space beyond my feet that ran parallel to the kitchen area. Beyond that, was a bed. The room was darkish, but I could see it near the corner with a dresser and a mirror. I could vaguely make out a person in the bed, and there were some things hanging on the wall.
Whose fucking apartment was I in? I looked to my left and noticed a big glass of water and a bottle of advil. My phone was there too. I picked it up and looked at it. The screen was cracked, but it still worked. The battery was pretty low but it was still on. 9:07 AM. damn, ok i thought. I grabbed the bottle of Advil and leaned forward just enough to wash down 3 of them with the water, but my head swelled as I leaned up. I eased myself back down enough so that my head didn't hurt, but was still upright enough to drink some of the water. Memories of the night before began to come back to me - Tyler, the bar, leaving and walking home. The three guys that had jumped me. But how the fuck did I end up here? Trying to think made my brain hurt more, so I laid back down. I tried making sense of what was going on, but the headache was really kicking in, and the rest of my body was pretty sore too. Before I knew it, I fell back to sleep.
The next time I woke up, my headache was still there, but doing better. Same with the rest of my body. I reached over and grabbed my phone - now blinking incessantly that it was about to die - 11:22 AM. so i got a few more hours of sleep. I was feeling better than last time, so I leaned up and took another big drink of water. I realized that I had no shirt on, and my shorts were undone. Man, this was getting more and more strange. I swung my legs over and sat up on the couch, taking in more details. Behind where my head had been was the apartment entrance, about 15 feet away. There was a coat rack hanging on the wall and a desk or office area. I also started to notice more details; there was superhero memorabilia everywhere. Superman, Batman, Wonderwoman, Avengers. You name it, there were 3 posters for it hanging across the walls of the apartment. I turned (slowly) to my right, where the bed was. Whoever was sleeping earlier was still there, spread out like they were making a snow angel, and i immediately noticed two things; he was buck ass naked, and sporting a massive morning wood.
Now, i'm no size queen, but i'm still a gay man, and despite how much my body hated life, my dick immediately lurched in my pants at the sight. I didn't want to intrude, but something was calling me; I had to get a look at this man, who possibly saved my life. And I needed to see that cock up close.
I quietly got up from the couch, my bare feet (?) lightly padding across the wooden floor. As I got closer the dark contents of the corner came more to life; the walls were also covered in all kinds of superhero memorabilia, posters, figurines, all kinds of stuff. I also noticed that hanging directly above the bed was what looked like a superhero suit, but i didn't recognize it, although i admit i'm not the most up on all superhero outfits. It was primarily red, blue and yellow. The flanks from the waist to the armpit were blue, while the shoulders and chest were red, separated by a yellow stripe, with a big yellow logo on the center chest.the pants - tights really - were essentially a set of blue briefs with red tights, and a red belt that fed through belt loops. A black eye mask hung from the hanger hook.
I was now a few feet from the bed, and my dick lurched again, suddenly full hard and desperately needy. I looked down trying to figure out why it was being so loud all the sudden, but as my eyes drew down to my package to try to assess the problem, my eyes fell on the guy in the bed, and didn't go any further. I stopped in my tracks. He was laying in the center of the bed, I think a king. He was extremely handsome, and covered in tattoos. A big tribal on his left shoulder that came down to his pec, and both his arms - or what I could see of them, as they were tucked under the pillows under his head - had a bunch of tats as well. Not in a sleeve, but various symbols and other things. He had another tattoo on his right pec, and the most glaring one was a big one right between his naval and his cock; it was the same logo on the suit hanging over his bed. And oh yeah...his cock. Jesus. It stood at full attention from his body, and it was massive. My cock continued to throb in my pants just looking at it. My body began moving closer to the bed, almost without my own control over it. I sat, ever so gently, on the edge of the bed. I wanted to touch it, oh so badly. My own cock was aching in my pants. Absentmindedly, I reached down and hauled my own out of my pants and gave it a few tugs. I had nothing to be ashamed of myself - a bit over 7 inches, but quite thick, and best of all, uncut.
Almost as if knowing i was there and what I was thinking, the other guy's cock throbbed, and bounced a few times, almost as if beckoning me. Located below them was a pair of huge balls, and I swear, if I didn't know better, they had a slight glow to them. The massive cock bobbed again, and I began to ever so gently slide my hand across the sheets. What the fuck was i doing? I nearly got beat to death last night for being gay; here i am in a strangers aparetment, having never even met him, trying to reach for his straining cock. And yet, as if I had no control, I continued sliding my hand towards it.
My hand stopped just short of his body. I looked up at his face. He had a thick beard, dark brown, and hair that was long on top but buzzed on the sides. Fuck he was handsome. I wanted to rub my hands all over his muscular body. He had defined pecs and a gorgeous six pack, covered in a slight sheen of sweat. I wanted to rub my hands on every inch of his body, and so much more. I turned back to the prize just inches from my hand, still throbbing away, calling for my attention. I looked up at his face again. His breath was slow and paced, his face relaxed. He definitely was asleep.
I knew I shouldn't, but it literally felt like it was calling my names, I reached out and grabbed his hard shaft in my hand, and it throbbed in response. It definitely wanted the attention I wanted to give it. I stroked it a little, pumping the raging hard-on in front of me. I gave it a few tugs. It was thickest in the middle than the base and tip, but was pretty thick over all, and at least 8 inches long. I inched closer on the bed, leaning in towards it. It had a strong musky smell to it, not too bad, but masucline. Before I knew it my mouth was hovering over the tip, the taste almost there. The voice in the back of my head was telling me don't, but I couldn't stop myself.
I took the head into my mouth and savored the flavor as I ran my tongue underneath the head. I quickly had about half of it in my mouth, slowly sucking on the shaft as I worked my mouth up and down. I reached my hand under his glowing balls, then back to the shaft to hold it into place as I continued sucking, my eyes spent about half their time watching his face for signs of waking up, and the other half of their time drinking in his incredible body. His cock wasn't the only thing I wanted to suck, but it was certainly getting all my attention right now. I continued working his shaft, getting further and further down. He shifted around a little and I paused, looking up, unsure what I'd do if he woke up. His breathing continued slowly, and after a moment of feeling sure he was asleep, I continued my work, throating him as best I could. After a few minutes he began to thrust into my mouth a bit. I looked up but he appeared to still be asleep, and I assumed his body was just reacting to what it naturally did in these situations. I started to focus more on his cock, thinking that his thrusting might mean he was close and I might get away with blowing this gorgeous hunk without him ever being the wiser.
I was really starting to slobber now, and I could taste his precum on my tongue. I decided to really see how far down I could take it, and deep throated him, getting almost all the way down, when I had my life flash before my eyes. "Ooohhhh, fuck yeah," the guy said, as i simultaneously felt hos hand gently cup my cheek. Before I could realize he was enjoying himself, I flew off his cock and stumbled off the bed, landing just next to it on the floor. "Hey, hey, hey, it's ok," he said. "You were doing an amazing job." "I'm-i'm sorry, i don;t know what came over me-"
"Hey, I said it's fine," he said, sitting up and sitting on the edge of his bed. His big cock jutting out from between his spread legs,gleaming with my spit. He held a hand out to me and I took it, getting on my knees, still a bit away from him, but nearly eye to eye. "Honestly, I highly doubt you would have been able to resist it." I scoffed, and I know my face showed my thought; full of yourself much, bud? "No, i mean quite literally, i don't think you could have," he said, grabbing hold of himself, giving himself a half stroke. His balls appeared to actually be glowing now. "This is how I get my super powers." "I'm sorry, your...what?" I choked out. Did he just say super powers? "Well how else do you think I flew you here last night? It wasn't on a giant bird." Flew? I thought it felt like we were flying but i was so out of it i just assumed it was a dream or something. As if he could see the cogs working in my head, he stood up, his big cock, still completely hard, jutting out from his body, just inches above my face.
He held his arms out in front of himself and clenched his fists, and suddenly. He levitated off the ground. After getting a few feet off the ground, he leaned sideways and moved about the apartment, levitating in the air. Just how fucking hard did i get hit on teh head last night? Now I was fucking seeing things. After a moment or two he came back and landed in front of me again, a bit of a smirk on his face. "Relax man, you're not going crazy," he said. "Anyway, my package is how I have my abilities," and with that he grabbed his still-hard cock at the base, and his balls, which were very clearly glowing now. "It's my nuts, actually, they make a special chemical that gives me all the powers to do what I can do." "What else can you do?" I asked, bewilderment still all over my face. "The main other thing i can do is self healing," he said. "Pretty much anything anyone can do to me heals super quickly. And it can help others too." "Help others?" I asked. Another cute smirk. "Well, it can help heal others, though nothing like it heals myself. But they have to be given the special chemical for its effects."
"And how does one do that?" I asked, staring at his throbbing package. "Well," he took a step closer to me, his cock hovering just over my face. "You almost got it on your own if you had kept going." I scoffed again. Not that i didn't want to finish what i started, but really? Did he have to lie to me to get me to finish the job? "I know you likely don't believe me, but it's true. You don't have to finish me off if you don't want to, but it will make your head feel better.'' I eyed him up. Even oif he was lying, what's the worse that happens? I suck off a hot stranger with a big dick? My eyes fixated on it, and again it felt like it was calling to me. "That's another power of it, by the way," he said, looking at me almost as hungrily as i was looking at him. "I know you couldn't control yourself before i woke up. It has that effect too. It's like a pheromone. Any guy who gets close to me, gay, straight, or anything else, wants to fuck me," he said. My mouth was literally starting to water as i kept staring at it. It made sense, how i wasn't able to stop myself before. He sat down on the bed again, leaned back a bit with his arms behind him, cock still hard as ever. "But by the looks of it," he said, motioning towards my crotch, my own wood visibly straining, "it doesn't need to do much work."
As if my magnetic force, I inched closer on my hands and knees. I leaned forward, now a few inches from his dick. I gave a deep breath in, and could smell his musk again. Without hesitation, i put him into my mouth again, and swallowed as far as I could. "Fuck yeahh" he said as he put a hand on my head and caressed my hair. I worked him as best I could. Something beyond my normal sexual desires made me want his seed. I throated him as best I could, quite enthusiastically. "Not much longer now man," he said as I continued working his big pole. He sat up a bit more upright, putting both hands on my head. He pushed about three quarters of himself down my throat and held me there, where I felt him start to shoot. Volley after volley landed in my mouth, and i swallowed as best i could. It had some of the sweetest taste i had ever had from a guy, and if i didn't know better i'd swear what was left of my headache started to lift almost immediately. Finally he relaxed his grip as the cum stopped flooding my mouth. I came off his cock, but continued nursing it, licking up the dribbles that oozed out a bit. "Fuck man, that was amazing," he said. He let me be a cock hound for a second, then put his hand under my chin, lifting it up to meet his gaze. "Your turn," he said.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up to the bed with him, swinging in to allow the space. Quickly i was laying next to him in bed. He reached down, gripping my own cock that was straining inside my pants still. He unbuttoned them and pushed them down a bit, freeing my aching hard on. He gave it a few pumps before flipping over on top of me. He took my right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, and I swear I saw stars. He nursed my tit for a second before switching to the other one. He started working his way down my chest. I wasn't ripped like him and was kind of self conscious about it. I was decently muscular, but was somewhere between lean and dad bod, no abs, a light amount of hair, but he seemed to be enjoying it. He kissed his way down my torso, wasting no time to get to my cock.
While i wasn't as big as him, i certainly wasn't lacking either, my proud 7.5 inches sticking straight up, thicker than average, and cut. He swallowed it in one gulp, and good lord i swear i'd never been sucked like this before. He worked me good, pausing at one point to pull my pants the rest of the way off and tossing them to the floor. He sat upright and moved himself on top of me, straddling me. "Time for a proper thank you," he said. "I really needed that nut from you earlier or else my powers get too out of control," he said. He put a little spit on his hand and reached around behind him, leaning forward a bit. Was he about to... "You ok with this?" he asked as he lowered himself so that the tip of my cock was pressed between his ass cheeks. All I could do was nod yes. Needing nothing more, he lowered himself onto me, and my cock felt the best it ever had in my entire life. It was simultaneously super tight and well worked, velvety smooth and gripping at my cock. He rode me slowly at first, getting me good and deep inside him. He rocked back and forth, and I already knew I wasn't gonna last too long. He began picking up pace, and I could feel the familiar building inside. "Oh fuck, i'm gonna," i managed out. I wasn't QUITE there yet, but it wouldn't take much more.
He began to rock himself on me harder, thrusting me deeper and deeper inside him. "Oh fuck," i said, pushing myself up as he came back down. He grunted and moaned too, his face looking like he was enjoying the ride. Two thrusts later, and I let out a deep, gutteral scream as I dumped what had to be a gallon of cum inside him. I kept pushing myself up inside him with each pump. He braced himself with one hand on my chest, the other on the bed. His cock, which had only at best gone soft but never went down in size, was hard again, smearing a bit of precum across my abdomen. Finally I finished thrusting, and I felt myself begin to soften inside him. With a shit eating grin, he slowly pulled himself off me and collapsed on the bed next to me "Fuck, this is not what i expected after i saved you last night," he said, staring up at the ceiling. "Yeah," I said. This definitely wasn't how expected my morning to be either.