The following story is loosely based on some comic book characters. It is pure fantasy, written for amusement only and intended for adult readers. It's the sequel to "Captain Marvel To The Rescue". CAPTAIN MARVEL AND THOR BY GUY FUCHS CHAPTER 1 It was 12:30 AM at the State of Columbia Highway Patrol (CHP) station house and motorcycle patrolman Gus Kodiak had just left to chase down an armed robber. Although Gus and his partner, beefy Greg Rodman, had finished their evening shift, Greg stayed behind to monitor developments. The graveyard shift was being supervised by Sergeant Stocky Bulmer. He had been given the nickname "Stocky" by his fellow officers because of his build. Only 5'8" tall he weighed in at 275 lbs. of hard, bulky muscles. He had a dark full moustache and crew cut. The virile hunk's rounded face displayed a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow and he had to shave two or three times a day. The light khaki pants were molded to his heavy thighs and well-rounded muscular butt. His gun belt, which was buckled tightly around his 36" waist, accentuated the prominent manhood at his crotch. The dark brown stripes down the sides of his trousers disappeared inside his knee-high motorcycle boots. In short, Stocky was a formidable specimen of masculinity, well-suited to inspire admiration and respect with his underlings. On the home front, relations with his wife had deteriorated to a zero level. For about a year the violence and frenzy of his lovemaking had accelerated to the point where his wife could no longer tolerate it. At first, his fantasies involved Gus Kodiak until he eventually realized them. Stocky and Gus found themselves alone in the precinct gym one night and their undeniable lust for each other was consummated and regular sessions ensued. Now his fantasies focused on Captain Marvel. The police officer was a robust and physically aggressive man and he directed his wild fantasies with the superhero toward his wife to the point where he would plow his frustrations into her. She finally called it quits and they now slept in separate bedrooms and lived separate lives. The radio dispatcher had called in sick and Stocky was forced to man the radio and supervise the station house. He and Greg Rodman were alone in the building. Greg had kept his shirt off since the air conditioner had broken down and the temperature on this August night was in the high 80's. The precinct windows were all open, but the hot humid air coming in gave no relief. Greg's crotch was soggy with precum and sweat from the ferocious session with his partner in the locker room. Stocky removed his sweat-soaked shirt and the two men glared at each other's damp, hairy chests. Gus had been gone for half an hour. The police sergeant and motorcycle patrolman retired to the small communications room, which was simply fitted with a counter facing the radio apparatus and two swivel chairs. Stocky settled himself in the chair facing the radio and Greg took the other chair on his superior's right. The sarge's attempts at contacting Kodiak were to no avail. The room was so small that contact was inevitable. Stocky's right knee and massive thigh were glued to the patrolman's left leg. Their legs began to rub and strain against each other and both men became aroused. Heavy breathing and low moans were the only sounds in the tiny enclosure. Greg's 9" shaft became engorged, forced its way out of the jock pouch and protruded down the left side of his skin-tight pants. Stocky's 8 1/2" throbbing member, big around as a beer can, emerged through the fly of his boxer shorts and was fully outlined against his right thigh. He wrapped his beefy arm around Greg's rugged right shoulder and said: "I know what you guys were up to in the locker room a while ago". He noticed Greg's obvious apprehension and, in order to ease his discomfort, continued, "When Gus' partner was killed in the line of duty six months ago a replacement had to be found. When you came to the precinct as a rookie I knew you were the man for the job. You both had similar looks and hunky builds and, to me, the partnership was perfect. I also thought that if a very close bond developed between the two of you, so much the better. When I realized tonight that your attachment had turned sexual I was thrilled because such a relationship would engender complete trust and mutual protection. Believe me when I say that a bond such as yours has my total blessing." Greg turned his face towards his superior and said simply, "Thank you, sir." The two brawny police officers were now breathing heavily and the electricity between them was tangible. Stocky placed his right hand against the right side of Greg's stubbly cheek and brought his face up to his. Sarge stuck his large, swollen tongue out and started licking Greg's lips and moustache. The torrid policeman opened his mouth wide and their tongues started a sensuous dance around each other. Grunts and moans emanated from somewhere deep in their innards as Greg shoved his chair back and straddled Sarge's waist. They both went into frantic fucking motions as their distended cocks ground against each other through the thin fabric of their damp, skin-tight uniform trousers. The dark stubble of their hot, clammy faces, scraped against each other as their licking, kissing and nipping continued for several minutes. Both men had prominent pectoral slabs which were now pumped up and heaving. They rubbed their enormous sweaty, hairy chests together and mashed their hard, swollen nipples against each other. As those miniature cocks made contact the friction electrified the nerve endings beneath the sensitive skin sending waves of ecstatic sensations throughout their feverish bodies. The two hunks were locked in a tight embrace and their frenzied contortions caused the chair to topple back and they landed on the floor of the small room with Greg on top of his superior officer. The grinding and writhing of their fiery bodies continued non-stop. Greg, who had never tasted another man's meat, now desperately wanted to do so. He placed his large hands on the Sarge's shoulders and forced their clenched bodies apart. He then moved slowly downward until his face was at the other man's crotch. He pulled down the zipper, grabbed Stocky's rod and lovingly pulled it out of his fly along with his balls. The formidable member pointed straight up. It was cut and the bulbous head was purple and taut. Serpentine veins criss-crossed around the entire shaft. Precum flowed from the wide piss slit. Greg was mesmerized by the beauty of this ardent male organ and he caressed it with his large hand which could not completely enclose the shaft as he moved it up and down, while grabbing and kneading the man's heavy, bloated balls. As Greg kneeled between Sarge's hefty thighs he brought his face down to crotch level and rubbed his dense stubble against the turgid cock. The sensation caused Sarge to thrash about and emit loud guttural groans. The motorcycle cop was thrilled at the pleasure he was bringing to his superior and wanted nothing more than to increase the man's enjoyment. His hot tongue started to lick the clear juice from the piss slit and then he wrapped his hot mouth around the throbbing head, sucking out and swallowing the precum. The inexperienced cop's instincts took hold and he slowly engulfed the horse cock right down to the other man's balls. He felt the huge head penetrate his throat causing him to gag momentarily. However, he soon got used to the invading organ which sent shivers down his spine. At that moment he realized that he had finally discovered the true identity of his elusive cravings. The impassioned lawman attacked the sergeant's cock with complete abandon, sucking and licking away like there was no tomorrow. The veins along the massive tool became so glutted with blood that they threatened to burst. The slurping sounds excited both men, bringing Stocky to the brink of release. He quickly raised himself, grabbed Greg's ample butt and brought him around. The patrolman's crotch was now inches from the other man's face. Stocky quickly unzipped his pal's fly and released the joystick from its confinement. It now hung down, hard and pulsating against his lips. The experienced lawman pushed down on Greg's hard globes, opened his mouth wide and took the inflamed pole to the hilt. The two burly cops began fucking each other's mouth, slowly at first and, as their tempo accelerated, chests rubbed against hard bellies, fingers twisted nipples and uniformed thighs squeezed heads. They continued fucking each other's mouth furiously until the two men reached their peak simultaneously. Their hot bodies began to tremble and convulse and throaty howls accompanied their mutual climax. The two engorged cocks exploded, filling their mouths and throats with spurt after spurt of white sticky jism. Muscular spasms accompanied each spurt of the hot juice. The two groaning giants drank each other dry and they collapsed on top of each other. A passionate kiss ensued as their tongues swirled around the remaining cum which they swallowed with loud slurps. They scraped their bristly moustaches together which were drenched with their semen. After a while Sergeant Bulmer, realizing that the police radio had been silent all along, again attempted to contact Gus Kodiak, but there was no response. He wasn't aware that, while he and the patrolman were engaged in wild sex, Gus himself was enjoying his fierce encounter with Captain Marvel at the accident scene. Stocky became extremely worried about the state of the motorcycle cop and decided to go and search the area, leaving Rodman behind to man the station. CHAPTER 2 Meanwhile, back at the accident scene, Captain Marvel was flying off, heading for the Superheroes Headquarters, a secret location in the wilderness, in order to clean up and obtain a new costume from his wizard Shazam. The Cap was in dire need of regrouping after his stormy romp with humpy motorcycle cop Gus Kodiak. His 305 pound frame was covered with dirt, grime and dried cum. The top part of his costume had been completely ripped off by the savage police officer and his bare muscular torso needed a good washing. His yellow belt and boots were still intact but the bottom part of his skin-tight lycra body suit was in shreds. In his excitement his fiery manhood had broken through, leaving a large hole at his crotch. He was flying just above tree level and his bare genitals were hanging down in the night air. Thor's nectar had worked its magic. The superhero's muscle mass and sexual apparatus were greatly enlarged and the god's potion had awakened a new and consummate awareness - sexual hunger which was directed towards macho men. This development was not surprising since the crimefighter and protector had always worked in close proximity to police officers, firemen, paramedics, construction workers, etc. Many close bonds had been formed and these men looked up to him with total admiration and sometimes even lustful desire. Captain Marvel's cravings now occupied his mind constantly. The superhero's thoughts wandered back to the scene where the 300 pound motorcycle cop straddled his waist while both men sat on the motorbike and he entered Gus' love canal with his hot throbbing shaft. As he recalled the sensation of penetration and friction his rod became engorged with blood and hard as steel. The plum-size head emerged through the thick foreskin and his monster meat was parallel with his belly. His bullet-like nipples were hard and swollen. He was breathing heavily and moaning. His bloated balls rode up to the base of his tool. He could see in his mind's eye the contorted stubbly face of the frenzied lawman as he was riding him and the superhero's turgid manhood started fucking motions in the air, spewing clear juice. As he continued his flight, the Cap's massive left arm was stretched out in front of him and, with his right hand, he pinched and twisted his left nipple. He could almost hear Gus' howl when he erupted his semen all over his chest and face and he now let out a similar yell as his own supercock exploded. A river of white jism rained down on the trees below. The night air hitting his sweaty body in flight, combined with his prolonged, intense orgasm, extracted superhuman growls from his throat that terrified the nearby night critters. As his cum sacks drained his muscles relaxed and he continued his journey to the Superhero HQ. The godly nectar had transformed Captain Marvel into an insatiable sex machine. CHAPTER 3 Moments after Captain Marvel left the accident scene, Sgt. "Stocky" Bulmer pulled up in the police car. Motorcycle Patrolman Gus Kodiak had donned his uniform and was standing by the side of the road holding onto his bike. Stocky got out of the vehicle and noticed the white gook all over Gus' black motorcycle boots but did not comment on it. Gus assured his superior officer that his injuries were not life-threatening and that he would be able to ride his motorcycle back to the precinct. As he got back in the patrol car the burly sergeant remarked, "By the way, that's some sexy partner you're teamed up with" and departed, leaving Gus with a quizzical look on his face. The 6', 300 lb. muscular motorcycle cop's face and moustache were covered with Captain Marvel's dried cum, sweat and a heavy stubble darkened his cheeks and bull neck. Before returning to the police station Kodiak decided to clean "Buddy", the nickname he had given to his beloved Harley-Davidson. The leather seat was coated with milky lava left behind by himself and his hot superhero following their wild fuck while straddling the bike. The sensual lawman became immediately aroused at the site and felt an urgent need to make love to Buddy. Apart from the night creatures he was alone in the moonlit wilderness and his every pore became sexually stimulated. After removing his uniform, he put his helmet, boots, gun belt, jock and gloves back on, the attire he preferred whenever he performed solo or made love to his motorcycle, which he did as the occasion arose. His engorged maleness stretched his jock pouch to the limit. Gus secured the motorcycle on its stand, raised his muscular right leg and straddled the gucky leather seat. His brawny hairy chest was heaving and flexing as his right gloved hand grabbed the right handlebar. The horny cop leaned forward and wrapped his hot wet mouth around the end of the handlebar and began sucking up and down on Buddy's "cock". As he fantasized the blowjob he had given Captain Marvel his sucking and slurping became ferocious. The powerful crimefighter's bullet-size nipples were hard and swollen. He grabbed the left one with his left hand and started twisting it and pulling it hard along with the skin of the hairy pectoral muscle surrounding it. The exquisite pain caused him to grunt heavily as he fucked the cum-covered leather seat. Precum filled the pouch of his jock as he continued to suck on the handlebar. His tree-trunk hairy thighs squirmed against the sides of the motorcycle as did his massive bubblebutt against the clammy seat. The orange-size balls protruded on each side of the jock pouch and the throbbing manmeat emerged from the top of the pouch. He never stopped sucking on the rubberized handlebar which was now dripping with the cop's saliva. His right hand let go of Buddy's "cock" and he grabbed the straps of his jock and rubbed them against his fiery asshole, all the while imagining that he was still riding Captain Marvel's steel pole. As the hot cop rubbed the straps against his bunghole the base of his jock exerted pressure against his throbbing organ. His contortions increased while fucking the slippery hot seat. As the frenzied policeman recalled the two men's mutual orgasm his own horse cock erupted onto the leather seat. Muscular spasms and guttural growls accompanied the several thick spurts of hot jism, which combined with the cum previously left there. The beefy cop's violent orgasm eventually subsided and he collapsed on top of Buddy, breathing hard and moaning. After a while he collected himself, cleaned Buddy, dressed and returned to the precinct. CHAPTER 4 The Superhero Headquarters had been erected by the Greek gods in the Colorado wilderness, a refuge and meeting place for comicdom's superheroes. Only the White House and C.I.A. knew of its existence and all powers-that-be were sworn to secrecy with regard to its location and purpose. The gods had taken great pains to make it an imposing and luxurious establishment with every modern amenity. The building contained a dining room, kitchen, swimming pool, whirlpool, steam room, gym, playroom. Its most striking area was the "Hall of Mirrors", a huge circular room with all the walls and ceiling covered with mirrors. A thick plush carpet covered the floor and several sofas and lounging chairs adorned the room. The gods designed the room to satisfy the narcissistic nature of the superheroes and the gods themselves. Thor had been appointed ruler of the domain. Thor is the Norse god of Thunder, Master of the storm and lighting, heir to the throne of legendary Asgard, and the mightiest warrior of all comicdom! Wielding the enchanted Uru war hammer, Mjolnir, he is the protectorate of Midgard. He is an immortal god amongst mortal men and enjoys the pleasures of both worlds. His uniform consists of a winged helmet, dark blue lycra suit, a flowing red cape, golden boots and belt. His long golden hair drapes over his massive shoulders. He has piercing blue eyes and his rugged facial features are permanently clean- shaven. He's 6'5" tall and weighs 350 lbs. His gargantuan build impresses the gods and humans alike. The bull neck rests on immensely bulky shoulders. The biceps and forearms ripple with steel muscles and the thighs are the size of a man's waist. The mountainous pectoral muscles bulge forward leaving a deep crevice in the middle, but the giant's outstanding feature are his tits. They protrude 2" from his chest and measure 3" around, with a circular ridge about 1/2" from the end. A small slit can be seen at the tips and they give the impression of two miniature cocks sticking out of his hulking pecs. In addition to his godly powers he relishes earthly passions. His 12" horse cock is always at the ready. Like the legendary god Narcissus, he is captivated by his manly beauty and strength. It was 4:30 AM on this hot August night and the staff had long ago retired to their quarters in the annex especially built for them. Thor was alone in the building and was relaxing in the "Hall of Mirrors". The dimmed lighting and piped-in classical music added to the restful atmosphere. He had shed his entire uniform and was reclining on one of the sofas completely naked. The muscular giant was glaring at the ceiling mirrors and became aroused at the sight of his own reflection. The very contemplation of his pumped-up flexing muscles set his nerve ends on fire. His large, sensitive nipples hardened and he began to twist and stimulate those erogenous jutting jugs causing erotic sensations in his loins. The blood rushed to his monstrous stud meat as it rose to a throbbing vertical position. As he continued to manipulate his swollen nipples deep, guttural groans escaped his throat. The large mushroom-shaped head of his bull rod emerged slowly through the thick foreskin, and turned purple as it became engorged with blood. Its skin was taut and stretched and the nerve endings were inflamed. His eyes glazed over as he watched himself squirming on the plush settee. The sensual colossus was indeed in love with himself and nothing excited him more than to observe his rippling buffed muscles and his enormous genitals in a state of intense arousal. As the Herculean body writhed on the sofa he squeezed his grapefruit-size testicles with his thighs and the exquisite pain caused him to growl louder. The frenzied giant got up and ambled over slowly to one of the wall full-length mirrors and stood about three feet from it. Since all the walls were mirrored in the circular room his reflection was multiplied a thousandfold. He could see his burly, pumped body from many angles which gratified his narcissistic personality. He again began to manipulate his sensitive nipples while his immense bubblebutt made circular motions and his engorged cock bobbed up and down and sideways. As he watched his rippling pecs his breathing became heavy and he spit large amounts of spit onto his throbbing dong which combined with the steadily flowing precum. The horny god's face contorted as he growled with excitement and saliva dripped down his rugged chin. He inched himself closer to the mirror until the blood-filled head of his monster meat came in contact with its reflected twin. The wide piss slits connected and clear love juice flowed down the mirror. The punishment he was applying to his inflamed tits turned them an angry red. He kissed himself passionately and the drooling mouths and tongues moved against each other. His eyes then riveted on the two gigantic love tools. He squashed his cock and balls against the mirror. He began to fuck his own cock while the bulky globes of his ass squeezed together and their muscles rippled. He continued to fuck his own cock for a good ten minutes. As the tempo of his thrusts accelerated the cum sacks filled to overflowing. The fiery colossus let out a guttural prehistoric shriek as the two cocks erupted. His enormous hands grabbed his glutes as glob after glob of thick, hot jism spurted all over the mirror. The tempestuous orgasm continued for another two minutes. When it subsided the mirror and carpet were drenched with the white love juice. Thor collapsed onto the carpeted floor and, when he had finally recovered from the intense and rapturous experience he returned to the sofa in order to relax and regain his strength. CHAPTER 5 At that very moment Captain Marvel arrived at SHQ and he entered the secret code to unlock the front door. He then proceeded to the Hall of Mirrors and Thor, seeing the disheveled appearance of the superhero, exclaimed, "What the fuck happened to you and what's that ugly purple bruise on your neck?" (Thor always kept up with the times and his language was that of the 90's). The superheroes had long ago taken an oath to always be totally honest and truthful with their ruler. Captain explained, "Soon after I drank your nectar a week ago my body changed. Every part of my body increased in size. My muscles became enormous and, as you can see, so did my genitals. Not only that but, for the first time in my existence, I started to feel sexual cravings towards masculine and well-built men. At around 12:30 this morning I rushed to the aid of a motorcycle cop by the name of Gus Kodiak who had been thrown off his bike and was lying unconscious by the side of the road. I was immediately attracted to the handsome burly policeman and proceeded to give him CPR. As my mouth was clamped over his his large tongue started to probe against mine and we both became greatly aroused. We engaged in several wild sexual encounters, including a fantastic episode on top of his motorcycle. He was wearing his helmet, gun belt, motorcycle boots and gloves and sitting on top of me. At one point, my throbbing cock penetrated his ass and he proceeded to fuck himself on my penis. The experience I had with this hot cop satisfied all my cravings and that's all I can think about. I' m convinced that it was your ambrosia that ignited these new feelings in me and pumped up my body." While listening to the superhunk Thor's senses became agitated and he replied, "I myself have always enjoyed the pleasures of human sexuality and I felt it was time to pass them on to you. I was aware of the effect that my nectar would have on you. What I didn't know was the direction that it would take. However, I' m not surprised at the nature of your erotic urges considering that you spend all your working hours in the company of cops, firemen and other macho men. And don't think for one minute that I haven't noticed your increased size, especially in the crotch area. My only concern is that the important work that you perform might be neglected in your search for sexual gratification, but that's a risk I was willing to take in exchange for the excitement and happiness I have brought you. The knowledge you acquired with that horny lawman tells me that I did the right thing. As I gaze upon your naked grimy torso and your shredded costume I can only imagine what your wild romp must have been like and I only wish I could have been there to see it. You'll have to get a new costume from SHAZAM but that can come later. Right now, you need a good long hot shower and, after you're done cleaning up, come in and see me." As he was leaving for the showers, Captain Marvel said, "Thank you, sir, for the wonderful new life you've given me and I'll see you shortly." CHAPTER 6 Our superhero proceeded to the spa area and removed his yellow belt and boots and the remnants of his costume which had been torn to shreds while engaging in his first sexual episode with superhunk Gus Kodiak. His lusty, muscular body was covered in dirt, grime and dried cum. The large hickey on the left side of his thick neck was throbbing and tender. He took a long steamy shower which revived his senses. He then returned to the Hall of Mirrors. He noticed the thick white fluid which was still streaming down one of the mirrors and covered the carpet below. The hardy law enforcer looked over at Thor, who was reclining on one of the sofas, and knew then how the stuff got there. The virile God of Thunder said, "Come over here and we'll see what we can do about that purple bruise on your neck. " The Cap wanted to explain that "injury" and said, "At one point Gus clamped his hot mouth on my neck and started to suck on the tender skin - hard. It felt so good that I didn't want him to stop. I grabbed the back of his helmet and ground his mouth against my neck which was being tickled by his bristly moustache and facial stubble. The cop's sucking almost drove me insane with lust. The pain was so exquisite that I moaned and actually wept from the pleasure that the frenzied policeman was giving me. I had the distinct fantasy that a passionate vampire was drawing blood from my neck. Anyway, that's how I got that bruise." Thor said, "Come straddle my waist and I'll see what I can do about that angry bruise." Thereupon the superhero moved towards the reclining colossus and placed his two hulky thighs on each side of Thor's waist. The two hefty creatures were now balls to balls, cock to cock, chest to chest. Although Captain Marvel's tits were only half the size of his ruler's they were still ample in size. They came in contact and the two studs started to move them against each other. Thor now invoked his godly powers and stuck out his tongue, which was the size of a St. Bernard's. It was wet with a sorcerer's saliva. Thor grabbed the back of the superhero's neck and brought his face down to his. He proceeded to slowly lap the Cap's bruised neck. The sensation was reminiscent of Gus' sucking action and he started to moan and squirm in the god's lap. The two giants' excitement intensified and their throbbing pokers became hard as steel against each other and their engorged balls mashed together. As Thor continued the steady slurpy lapping of the Captain's neck the redness started to disappear gradually. After about ten minutes of this treatment the superhero's neck was back to normal although it was sopping wet and extremely sensitive. Thor, in an ardent tone of voice, said "You should now have another dose of my special potion in order for you to maintain your newfound muscular power and sexual energy. In fact, I recommend a weekly dose." Captain Marvel asked his mentor "Where does that wonderful ambrosia come from anyway?" Thor grabbed his expansive nipples and said, "From here. Last week, when I gave you your first dose, I had already pumped it out into a mug using an electric pump. You then proceeded to gulp it down hungrily. The Greek gods entrusted me with this gift and urged me to use it wisely. You were my first experiment and I must say that I'm thrilled at the results. Look at you! A prime specimen of masculine power and sexual prowess. Before I continue to feed you my nectar, you must promise me that you will not neglect your duties to protect the populace and fight crime." Cap readily agreed to these conditions. Captain Marvel repositioned himself and the mighty Thor cradled his protégé in his brawny left arm. Our lusty superhero clamped his hot mouth over Thor's left nipple, wrapping his lips around the protruding ridge and began to suck. He soon felt a warm, sweet, thick liquid enter his mouth. He hadn't forgotten the delicious taste of the first dose, like a warm malted milk drink. The fiery crimefighter proceeded to suck with gusto while fondling his god's great muscular biceps and pecs. The intensely exquisite sensation of the sucking action on his sensitive nipple as his milk was being drained transported Thor over the brink of rationality. He let out deep guttural groans as the Captain moaned his intense pleasure while slurping down the godly fluid. The two giants squirmed and writhed on the sofa as their throbbing cocks became rigid and engorged with blood. The feverish superhero brought his gargantuan left thigh over Thor's hip. The mushroom heads of the two throbbing joysticks had emerged from their protective hoods and the taut purple knobs rubbed against one another, spewing clear precum. It took ten whole minutes for the left sac to drain. Captain Marvel moved over to Thor's right side and repeated the process on the right nipple. During the twenty-minute exercise, the two giants were on fire and their burning excitement reached the point of no return. CHAPTER 7 All the while that Captain Marvel was breast-feeding he could feel his muscles grow and his sexual appetite intensify. His muscle mass was now equal to Thor's and the two husky men embraced eagerly with the superhero on top. Their thick hands explored every inch of each other's hot body and Thor's heavy, large tongue reached down the Captain's throat. He could taste his milky nectar that was still in the other's mouth and the superhero started to suck on the invading organ as if it was a cock. Their jabbing tongues swirled around inside their mouths as their breathing became heavier and their moaning louder. The steel hard poles fucked each other and the two bellies became wet with precum and sweat. The turbulent contortions of the two horny giants caused them to tumble off the sofa and they rolled over and over on the plush carpet with their wet, hot mouths glued together. The straining mountains of inflamed, sweaty flesh were reflected repeatedly in the mirrors surrounding the room. The superhunks' animal shrieks and grunts articulated their ravenous hunger for each other. After ten minutes of their writhing and struggle for supremacy the two panting studs stood up, about two feet apart, facing each other, inches away from one of the mirrors, cockhead to cockhead. The two wide piss slits were pressing against each other as their hot precum flowed around the two purple heads. Thor reached down with his meaty right arm, grabbed his thick foreskin and wrapped it around the two wet knobs. With their massive legs spread far apart the electrified superhunks started fucking motions, their mighty bubblebutts moving slowly back and forth. The two slick cockheads rubbed around each other inside Thor's foreskin as the two grunting creatures grabbed and twisted their large swollen nipples. They glared at the mirror admiring their flexing and pumping muscles and the sight of their fucking, veiny steel poles sent them reeling with excitement. Thor's nectar had replenished and the white milky juice spurted out of the nipples as Captain Marvel squeezed them. The frenzied superhero squirted the warm milk onto his own nipples making them slick and supersensitive. Their mouths connected in a violent tongue-probing kiss. They were two primeval beasts ejecting spit from their slurping and biting mouths and emitting deep throaty grunts. The grapefruit balls were now filled with hot semen and the two giants knew that their release was imminent. They grabbed their cocks in order to increase the pressure on their cockheads and keep them contained inside Thor's foreskin. The piss slits were rubbing against each other as the pace accelerated. The two muscular bodies tensed and contorted. Superhuman shrieks announced their mutual climax. The hot jism rushed from their glutted sacks and exploded through their united piss slits, filling the cavity inside Thor's foreskin. The spicy juice seared their cockheads as it overflowed and gushed out of the thick membrane. The horse cocks separated and the two roaring behemoths spewed their love juice all over their chests, groins and thighs. Their unrestrained orgasm continued for a good five minutes and when it subsided they embraced and kissed voluptously while rubbing their cum-covered bodies together. The two spent superhunks lowered themselves onto the carpet and rested with their limbs intertwined as their heavy breathing returned to normal. CHAPTER 8 After resting in each other's arms for 10 minutes Captain Marvel's foremost thought was an overwhelming thirst for more of Thor's potent nectar. He hungrily latched on to the god's left nipple with his hot mouth and began sucking the white lava from it. As the ravenous superhero was extracting the powerful juice from Thor's highly sensitive nipple the two musclebound giants became aroused and their bodies strained and writhed against each other. The Cap switched to Thor's right nipple, grabbed the gargantuan shoulders and straddled his waist. As he sucked in more of the warm milk his muscles pumped up and both cocks spewed precum. Captain Marvel reached back with his meaty right hand and started to stroke Thor's 12" throbbing dong, lubricating it from piss slit to the base. He recalled the ecstatic pleasure he had given Gus when he fucked him on the motorcycle and he now needed to experience those sensations. The two rubust titans glared at each other ravenously, their mouths contorted in a wild grimace, snorting their spit out onto their faces and necks in anticipation of what was coming. Captain Marvel started to rub his engorged joint inside the deep crevice between Thor's mountainous, heaving pecs and moving the crack of his bubblebutt against the other's giant cum gun. The burly Thunder God squeezed his massive slabs together optimizing the friction against his partner's wang and their excitement reached a fiery crescendo. As he continued to fuck Thor's shadowy crevice and pressuring his bunghole against the blazing fuck tool the torrid superhero grabbed the other man's hard nipples in his powerful fingers and pulled and squeezed on them as if he was milking a cow - but this was no cow, but rather a raging bull in heat. The searing milky lava started to squirt towards his face and he swallowed as much of the delicious juice as he could, increasing his sexual eagerness to a new level. As he felt his nectar draining from his chest Thor screamed and thrashed around on the damp carpet underneath his inflamed superhero. Captain Marvel had always been immune to physical pain but he was now acutely sensitive to carnal sensations. He was now in the throes of erotic ecstasy, but he craved even more and blurted out, "Thor, you're my king and my god. You gave me the gift of physical joys. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fill my guts with your powerful tool. I want to ride your cock till it explodes and fills me with your manly juice. I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME NOW. FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" In a throaty, guttural voice, Thor roared, "YES! I want to enter your beautiful hot body. I want to feel my throbbing manhood penetrate deep inside you. I want to probe your guts with it and discharge my sperm all over your insides. I want to love you with my cock. You're driving me crazy. I want to FUCK YOU NOW!" The torrid superhero had drained Thor's two nectar sacs with the result that his mammoth muscles were pumped to their maximum and his sexual drive had reached its peak of lustful urgency. Thor reacted to the superhunk's crazed look. He stuck out his 6" X 3" wet hot tongue and started lapping face, neck and firm nipples. His 12" palpitating salami was slick with his flowing precum. Of course, greek gods and superheroes were, by their very nature, immune to physical pain and human diseases. Therefore, they did not require any protection against those earthly misfortunes. With his hefty legs astride mighty Thor's waist, the superhunk raised himself until he could feel the large, engorged purple head against his crack. He lowered himself slowly onto the bulbous knob and felt it touch the tender lips of his anus. The Cap instinctively relaxed his rectal and sphincter muscles allowing the monstrous member to penetrate his virgin ass. This new unbelievable sensation caused him to shiver and moan. He very slowly and deliberately lowered his massive butt impaling himself onto the pulsating schlong until he felt Thor's grapefruit balls squash against the tender skin of his asscheeks. The sweating titan remained motionless, savoring the incredible sensation of having his god's eager cock deep inside his entrails. The mass of flesh of his bubblebutt then began to squirm and squash down on the giant balls. As he grabbed Thor's bull neck with both hands he slowly lifted his ass until the fiery shaft reached the entrance to his love canal and initiated a sensuous fucking motion. The veins on Thor's immense rod were engorged with blood and the friction against Captain Marvel's rectal muscles, added to the feeling of being completely filled caused him to grunt and spit. The soft strains of a Mozat symphony emanating from every corner of the room combined with the soft indirect lighting and the two immensely muscular bodies united as one sent intense, rapturous sensations to every nerve end in Thor's body. The God of Thunder's fleshy mass writhed under the erotic pressure of Cap's pumped body and he massaged the other's muscular thighs as he moved on top of him. The crimefighter gradually increased the tempo and Thor watched his protégé fuck his cock with his hot mancunt in the overhead mirror. As he fucked his god's manmeat his own leaking cock rubbed against Thor's ribbed abdomen and turned rigid and engorged. Both men were lost in their own feelings and time stood still. The fucking reached a feverish pitch as the two giants growled and spit in each other's faces. Captain Marvel was in ecstasy as he grabbed and kneaded the god's rugged shoulders. For the first time in his adventurous life, the superhero felt totally fulfilled. The mighty Thor, by instinct, needed to gain control over the proceedings. The powerful giant reached under Captain Marvel's knees and manoeuvred him onto his back and Thor was now on top, his cock all the while remaining inside its warm, moist receptacle. The surprised superhero's ankles were clamped to Thor's solid shoulders and Thor's hands rested on the carpet on each side of the Cap's mountainous pecs. As they stared at each other lustfully Thor reached down and inserted his huge tongue down the other man's throat, who began to suck on it with vigor as he wrapped his powerful legs around his lover's waist and pushed on Thor's huge globes with his heels driving the god's throbbing tool in to the hilt. The voracious Thor attacked his underling with a frantic fucking rhythm and Captain Marvel thrust his pelvis upward to achieve maximum penetration. Tireless and insatiable the two colossal musclebound hunks continued this primitive activity for a good hour. It was the Cap's turn to watch the reflected action in the overhead mirror and the sight of his god's huge round globes pounding his ass caused him to emit beastly growls and throaty urgings. Although the room was comfortably air-conditioned, their inflamed bodies were covered with sweat which poured out of their every pore. Without the need for condoms the acute sensations each stud felt as Thor plowed the Captain's ass reached the ultimate in intensity. Another advantage that these two superhumans had over ordinary mortals was the infinite control they enjoyed over their physical needs. Whenever their ecstatic gratification approached an inevitable climax they were able, by sheer willpower, to postpone orgasm indefinitely. They could enjoy and ravage each other's muscular bodies for hours, always near the point of no return and at maximum intensity and sensitivity. The twisting and wriggling masses of muscular flesh were reflected to infinity around the room and the uncontrolled guttural shrieks of the two crazed giants reverberated off the mirrored walls and ceiling. Thor continued to pound the superhero's bubblebut as they rolled around on the carpet varying their positions to achieve maximum penetration. The frenzied lovers bit and sucked at each other's necks, tongues and nipples, grabbed and kneaded their pumped muscles, while the Captain's gushing precum and their sweat made their bodies slick and slippery. They were on fire and inexhaustible. The exquisite pain that the ravenous superhero felt as his god's massive maleness explored his insides made him delirious with unaccustomed pleasure. They were insatiable and lost in their world of erotic stimulation. Captain Marvel was now on top of Thor and riding him as he would a mechanical bull, thrusting and bucking as the lustful god thrashed under him. The crazed superhero emitted a throaty growl through clenched teeth with each downward assault on Thor's pulsating prick. His butt resembled two sweaty basketballs and he kept grinding it down on the turgid pole as if he couldn't get it in deep enough to satisfy his craving, all the while clutching and squeezing the god's torso. The two titans glared into each other's eyes and knew that the time had come to reach the inevitable conclusion. Their buffed bodies tensed and trembled and the superhero gave one last downward thrust, mashing the other man's engorged balls. Their tortured cocks erupted simultaneously, ejecting streams of hot white lava. Their balls were full to overflowing and their supercocks ejaculated endlessly. The Captain's cum covered Thor's chest, face and hair while the mighty god's discharge filled his lover's ass, streamed out of the bunghole and covered his balls and upper thighs. Their intense orgasms were accompanied by superhuman shrieks that shattered several mirrors in the room. At completion Captain Marvel collapsed on top of Thor, their chests heaving. Their heavy breathing and sobbing moans eventually subsided as they lay in each other's arms until the dawn broke through the fog surrounding the building, each man lost in his own thoughts about the night's tempestuous adventures. THE END May 1999 dudley@attcanada.net