The following story is loosely based on some comic book
		characters.  It involves sexual situations between men
		and is meant for adults.
			
                                CAPTAIN MARVEL MEETS BUTCH HUSKIE

                                                        BY GUY FUCHS


CHAPTER 1

Butch Huskie is the owner/operator of Butch's Bodybuilding Gym located at 69 
Empire Avenue in Fawcett City, two blocks east of the Columbia Highway Patrol 
(CHP) Station House.  His real name is Broderick Hamilton but he decided to 
change it when the gym opened, deeming it more appropriate with regard to his 
establishment and his own physique.  Two years ago he had inherited a large sum 
of money from his spinster aunt Hilda.  Broderick was her favorite nephew and 
rumor had it that her attachment was something more than simple family kinship.  
After graduating from high school he got a job as a telephone lineman.  He had 
been summoned to appear at the reading of his aunt's will and nearly fell off 
his chair when the lawyer voiced his share of the estate.  He decided 
immediately to fulfill a life-long dream of having his own gym.  The major 
portion of his inheritence was relegated to the building of the establishment in 
accordance with his own specific requirements.  Since puberty Butch knew he was 
gay and never denied his natural inclinations.  Membership to the gym was 
restricted to adult men only and a large clientele had developed since it opened 
a year ago.

Butch Huskie lived alone in a secluded town-house type condo and had installed 
his own gym in the basement soon after he got his job as a lineman where he 
worked out regularly.  He had developed a powerful, muscular body, but his 
muscles were not of the exaggerated striated variety.  Butch is 33 year of age, 
5'9" and weighs 280 lbs of hard muscle.  He has a stocky, solid build, has 
close-cropped curly brown hair and piercing blue-grey eyes.  A full moustache 
curls around his upper lip and there's a deep cleft in his chin.  His massive 
chest, bulky forearms and tree-trunk legs are all covered with short hair.  When 
fully erect, his circumcised cock is 9" long and thick as a beer can.  

Several officers from the CHP precinct became members of Butch's gym, including 
Highway Patrolman Gus Kodiak and Sergeant Stocky Bulmer.  Butch's passion 
involves role-playing.  His idol is Captain Marvel and, as a kid, he acquired 
every issue of the Captain's comic books, which were stored in boxes in his 
basement.  The truth of the matter was that Butch had always been in love with 
his idol and when his sexual hormones manifested themselves in the young lad's 
body and as he became sexually active at an early age, his fantasies always 
centered around the superhero, even to this day.  When he learned that Captain 
Marvel was a real person he dreamed of the day when he would meet his idol.  
With his newfound wealth, he had his couturier create an exact replica of 
Captain Marvel's costume fitted to his own measurements and which he stored in a 
locked closet in the gym basement, along with other costumes he had commissioned 
from his tailor, including a highway patrolman uniform, a red wrestling singlet, 
a lumberjack's outfit, a prison guard uniform and a baseball catcher's grey 
uniform and protective gear.  When he left the telephone company to devote all 
his time to the gym, he purchased the tool belt, heavy boots and helmet, which 
he also stored alongside the other costumes.  Butch was one of the most virile 
and sex-crazed man in Fawcett City.  

CHAPTER 2

Meanwhile, back at SHQ, at around noon Captain Marvel had arisen from his deep, 
exhausted sleep which he had badly needed following his unrestrained sexual romp 
with the great Thor.  His old costume had been torn to shreds during his 
initiation to gay sex  in the woods with Motorcycle Patrolman Gus Kodiak.  The 
305 lb World's Mightiest Mortal had received a new form-fitting costume from the 
wizard Shazam which accentuated his greatly enlarged genitals, protruding 
nipples and mountainous bubblebutt.  Thor's nectar had left him completely 
refreshed and energized.  Although the god's elixir had turned him into a 
ravenous sex fiend he could not neglect the duties entrusted to him by the Greek 
gods.  He flew back to his home in the suburbs of Fawcett City where he lived 
with his step-parents and assumed the identity of Billy Batson where he awaited 
his next assignment as crime fighter and protector of the populace by listening 
in on the police band and 911 calls.

It was now 10:00 PM and Butch Huskie was closing up the gym for the night.  When 
all the bodybuilders had left the premises Butch, who had performed his usual 
full workout, took a relaxing shower and prepared himself for his nightly 
ritual.  Tonight he decided to put on his telephone repairman outfit which 
consisted of helmet, tank top, jock strap, faded Levis, heavy tan workboots and 
tool belt.  The burly hunk was admiring and flexing his pumped muscles in one of 
the mirrors that lined the gym walls when an explosion shook the building.  The 
male occupant of the single dwelling at 70 Empire Avenue had again drunk himself 
into a stupor.  While fumbling around in the kitchen he accidentally turned on 
his gas stove and decided he was going to have a smoke, unaware of the escaping 
gas that started to fill the room.  He stupidly lit a match and the place blew 
up, catapulting him against the fridge door.  He died instantly.  A neighbor 
immediately called 911.  As soon as he heard the frantic call, Billy Batson 
yelled "SHAZAM" and was transformed into the all-powerful Captain Marvel, who 
immediately flew to the scene of the disaster.  Butch rushed outside just in 
time to see the superhero swoop down on the street.  Just then the firetrucks 
arrived and the firemen went about their business of putting out the fire.  The 
house was engulfed in flames and Captain Marvel concluded that nobody could have 
survived the blazing inferno.  This was the first time that Butch had laid eyes 
on his superhero idol and couldn't believe the physical greatness of his life-
long fantasy man hero.  The character in the comics he had collected did not, in 
any way, shape or form, do justice to the real creature standing 20 yards away 
and talking to the Fire Chief.  A crowd of curious onlookers had gathered at the 
scene and Captain Marvel's attention was suddenly focused on one individual, a 
rugged telephone lineman with bulging, rippling muscles.  In the eerie glow of 
the raging fire, their eyes locked in mutual admiration and the superhero 
approached the other man who stood motionless, legs firmly planted far apart 
with his thumbs inside his tool belt which erotically encircled his robust hips.  
As the Captain ambled towards him his protruding genitals moved seductively 
against the skin-tight lycra.  The thin bright red material accentuated every 
sinew and contour of the colossal body.  He stopped about two feet in front of 
the lusty bodybuilder and his gaze roamed up and down the other man's bulky 
frame.  They immediatly recognized the lustful hunger in each other's eyes.  
Butch asked his hero if he might be interested in visiting his establishment.  
As his assistance was not required at the fire scene Captain Marvel readily 
accepted the invitation and the two men entered the gym.  Butch locked the front 
door and preceded Captain up the six steps leading to the main exercise area of 
the gym.  Captain Marvel resisted an urge to grab the hunk's expansive asscheeks 
that stretched the denim of his tight Levis.  

Butch Huskie told Captain Marvel to look around the dimly lit gym while he 
attended to some business down in the basement.

CHAPTER 3

After about five minutes of admiring his virile muscular body in one of the gym 
mirrors Captain Marvel felt something move behind him.  He turned around and his 
disbelieving eyes gazed upon another Captain Marvel, every bit as muscular and 
endowed as himself, but with some major differences.  Whereas the superhero was 
clean-shaven, the other man had a full moustache that curled around his upper 
lip and his face and neck were covered with a thick, bristly stubble (Butch 
hadn't shaved since early that morning).  Where Captain Marvel's chest was 
smooth, Butch's pecs were covered with a thin layer of brownish hair.  The only 
similarity was a deep cleft in their rounded chins.  Neither man was wearing 
anything under their body suits which fitted them like a second skin.  Their 
heavy equipment was clearly pronounced against the stretched thin fabric and 
began to stir and swell as the two giants reached out to feel each other's 
rippling muscles.  They began to squeeze and pinch their  hard bullet-sized 
nipples through the spandex.  Captain Marvel wrapped his right leg around 
Butch's left thigh and their crotches made contact.  As they continued to 
assault their jutting tits their mouths connected in a passionate, probing kiss.  
Their tongues explored and duelled as their bodies writhed against one another.  
They moaned in excitement in each other's mouth.  Butch gently pushed his hero 
away and said,

"Let's go down to the basement and have some fun."

The two inflamed studs proceeded down to the gym basement where Captain Marvel 
became fascinated with the setup.  There was a professional wrestling ring in 
the center of the room with two rows of seats surrounding the ring.   Butch 
invited the Captain to a free-style match and removed his cape, belt and top 
portion of his costume, leaving him with only the bottom part of the suit and 
yellow belt.  Captain Marvel did the same.  The red "long-Johns" did not require 
any support.  The stretchy lycra fabric clung to the skin of their immense 
bubblebutts and quads and conformed to their every movement.  

The two mighty stallions entered the ring.

CHAPTER 4

Art and Jack were driving home from the gym.  They were neighbors and their 
wives were sisters.  They had become inseparable best buddies and always worked 
out together.  In fact, they did everything together.  Art was blond whereas 
Jack was dark-complexioned.  They were both 5' 9" and weighed in the 270's.  The 
two muscular hunks had left the gym wearing jockstraps, gym shorts, tank tops 
and sneakers.  When they were almost home Art suddenly realized that he had left 
his watch in his locker at the gym.  The two men decided to return to the gym to 
retrieve the watch.

As they entered the wrestling ring both men were aware that no one could compete 
with the World's Mightiest Mortal.  They also knew that what was to take place 
was an erotic exercise rather than a test of strength but they wanted to make it 
as convincing and physical as possible.

Like two gunfighters in a Western movie, the two gladiators began to circle each 
other in anticipation of the first contact.  With throaty growls they lunged at 
each other and crashed to the mat with a resounding thud.  The two masses of 
rippling entertwining flesh rolled over and over as each fighter attempted to 
gain a superior position.  Gritting their teeth and snarling, with muscles 
straining against muscles they tried various wrestling holds as they attempted 
to achieve dominance.  The sensuous contortions of the two struggling bodies 
sent shivers of erotic excitement through every nerve ending.  The superhero's 
10" uncut battering ram and Butch's cut and very thick 9" phallus were like two 
steel poles, throbbing and spewing precum.  Their large aching balls protruded 
on either side of the crotch seams.

Art and Jack arrived as the firefighters were busy with the fire at 70 Empire 
Avenue.  They parked the car in front of the gym and noticed that the light in 
the building was still on, which was unusual.  They were also surprised when 
they saw that the front door was open.  Just as they went in they heard the loud 
thud coming from the basement and went down to investigate.  The two men gasped 
at the sight of the two similarly-clad giant men rolling around on the mat and 
wondered at the portions of two Captain Marvel costumes lying at the side of the 
ring.  They became fascinated and gingerly took two seats in one of the front 
rows in order to observe the exciting scene taking place.

Captain Marvel was now lying full-length on top of the other man with his 
engorged artillery pushing against the crack of Butch's ass.  He brought his 
massive arms around the bodybuilder's bull neck and  squatted down on his plump 
bum in the classic camel clutch.  Butch's hefty arms rested on the Captain's 
elevated thighs.  As the grunting superhero applied pressure to his stranglehold 
the spandex-covered bulky asscheeks squirmed against each other and Huskie's 
genitals pressed down on the canvas.  Almost at the point of passing out Butch 
yelled out and, with a superhuman effort, succeeded in hurling his antagonist 
off his back.  The two sweaty combatants stood up and began to circle each other 
with their arms outstretched,  ready to pounce.  Their powerful chests heaving 
with their loud heavy breathing, they bared their teeth at each other, snarling 
and spitting.  Their oozing phallic pipes were throbbing against the spandex, 
aiming and stretching towards each other. The men were completely oblivious to 
their surroundings so engrossed were they in their ravenous lust.

Art and Jack watched the erotic spectacle with rising excitement.  Art's right 
leg and Jack's left started to push and rub against each other.  At that point 
in time the two buddies realized that beneath their long friendship and 
admiration for each other there lay a dormant lustful longing that was finally 
manifesting itself.  They looked deeply in each other's eyes and at that moment 
knew the nature of the instant attraction they had felt for each other.  After 
years of working out side by side, of taking showers and steam baths together, 
their secret desires would now be realized.   With the sound of the grunting 
giants in the background Art wrapped his right arm around Jack's shoulder and 
the mouths of the two burly bodybuilders combined in a sloppy, slobbering kiss.  
With their probing tongues exploring and swirling,  they moaned and whimpered in 
each other's mouth as they could now actualize the innermost feelings that they 
had suppressed all these years.

Captain Marvel and Butch Huskie continued to pant and circle each other and now 
the two sweaty, pumped up bodies clinched in the center of the ring.  Butch 
wrapped his rugged hairy arms around the superhero's torso, grabbed his right 
wrist with his left hand against the small of the other man's back and squeezed 
in a classic bear hug.  As Butch applied pressure against his opponent's back he 
lifted him off the mat.  Captain Marvel wrapped his mighty legs around his 
rival's hefty hips bringing his booted feet together against Butch's jumbo butt.  
Their seeping crotches mashed together as did their muscular chests and tits.  
With his arms akimbo The World's Mightiest Mortal nuzzled his right cheek 
against Butch's stubbly left cheek and bull neck.  He clamped his hot, wet mouth 
down on the right side of the bodybuilder's raspy neck and began to nip and suck 
on it.  The exquisite sensation sent waves of erotic turmoil in every fibre of 
Butch's body and gruff groans escaped his mouth as the inflamed superhero made 
loud slurping sounds while chewing on his sensitive neck.  The two bulky 
bubblebutts twisted and wiggled as the two giants ground their oozing stiff rods 
together.  Captain Marvel abandoned the reddish bruised neck, grabbed the other 
gladiator's curly hair and ravaged his mouth with his own.  Grunts and groans 
accompanied their prolonged probing, wet and slurpy kiss.  As their hot bodies 
writhed and rubbed against each other in their wild clinch, their hungry mouths 
devoured their faces, necks and traps.  The spandex covering their lower bodies 
stretched to the limit and threatened to tear open.  The wrestling match had 
combined with wild, abandoned love-making.

On the sidelines Art and Jack had frantically ripped each other's clothes off 
and were now clad only in their bulging jockstraps and sneakers.  The pouches of 
the XXL jockstraps were damp with precum and were protruding outward by the 
massive steel hard tools within.  The sight of the two Herculean wrestlers 
locked in a convulsing bearhug had driven the two bodybuilders into a wild 
frenzied embrace that sent them rolling onto the carpeted floor between the 
seats and the ring.  Art was now on top of his mate grinding his engorged 
maleness into the other man's.   They began to twist each other's hard, swollen 
nipples as their hot tongues explored their oral cavities.  Loud sexual sounds 
emanating from the four sex fiends filled the steamy room.  The two buddies' 
attention was again drawn to the action taking place in the wrestling ring.

CHAPTER 5

The two bodybuilders gasped in unision as their eyes refocussed onto the steamy 
bullpen.  Captain Marvel and Butch Huskie had now discarded the rest of their 
clothing and were standing near the ropes with the tips of their rigid firehoses 
pressing against each other as their eyes bored into their rippling, sweating 
muscles.  They dismissed any pretense they might have had regarding a friendly 
wrestling match and their unrestrained sexual hunger for each other now consumed 
them.  The crazed superhero grabbed the thick, leathery foreskin of his 
throbbing crankshaft and wrapped it around Butch's engorged dickhead and pushed 
his opponent against the ropes.  He encircled the outstretched arms of the 
bodybuilder with the top rope rendering him helpless with his brawny, hairy 
chest heaving and his bullet-size nipples erect and pointing through the coarse 
chest hairs.  He gritted his teeth and snarled as the Captain grabbed the 
swollen membranes and twisted and pulled on them unmercifully.  His master's 
plump butt moved slowly in a sensuous circular motion as he fucked his cockhead 
inside the protective hood.  Huskie thrust his hips forward as the two oozing 
cockheads slid and rubbed against each other.  The two piss-slits connected and 
their searing precum mingled, covering the taut skin of their mushroom caps.  
The mighty superhero continued to manhandle the other man's tits and the two 
warriors growled and spit at each other.  Their dripping mouths reached for each 
other; swollen tongues grappled and probed deeply;  teeth nipped at lips, chins 
and throats.  The two mountainous rumps thrust and wriggled as the two 
cockheads' onslaught against each other persisted with increasing forcefullness.  
Finally, Captain Marvel released his captor.  As their fiery bodies molded 
together in a tight embrace, the two stallions fell to the mat with their 
slurping mouths locked in a wet, passionate kiss.  During their fall to the mat, 
the two pricks had separated.  The Captain was now stretched out on top of his 
wrestling partner and had wrapped his gargantuan thighs around Butch's equally 
massive quads.  The two grunting giants writhed on the damp mat, swollen balls 
mashed together and their cocks rubbed against hard bellies, heaving chests and 
swollen nipples chafed against each other.  Their ham-like hands grabbed and 
kneaded their pumped muscles and meaty buttocks as their ravenous mouths sucked 
and nipped alternatively at each other's throats.  The loud, barbaric lovemaking 
enthralled the two electrified spectators.

Art and Jack had returned to their adjoining seats in order to obtain a clear 
view of  the turbulent spectacle taking place in the ring.  Their excitement 
intensified  as they gazed at the two grappling Goliaths and they grabbed and  
manipulated each other's  enormous genitals which were now sprouting from the 
sides of their jocks.

Our brawny superhero was now sucking on Huskie's right nipple, causing him to 
writhe underneath the heavy weight and to emit hoarse growls.  The jutting 
membranes were swollen and highly sensitive from the previous manhandling.  
Captain Marvel squeezed the other man's hairy pecs and the erect bullets were 
completely extended and vulnerable to assault.  The torrid superhero's hot mouth 
attacked the tortured nipples with brutish ferocity sending waves of electric 
spasms throughout Butch's body.  The Cap's plump butt continued to grind his 
crotch into the prone bodybuilder's.  His enormous glutes squeezed together and 
separated exposing a mysterious dark cavern in the center.  Deciding that his 
mate's tits had received enough punishment he moved slowly downward and started 
to lick around the head of the turgid manmeat, lapping at the seeping precum 
while caressing the man's cum-filled ball-sac.  He then wrapped his hot lips 
around the purple head and his eager mouth travelled slowly downward feeling the 
engorged phallus penetrate his throat and his mouth making contact with crotch 
hairs.  Captain Marvel was able to hold his breath indefinitely and he held the 
position for a good two minutes as his tongue licked the sensitive underside of 
the invading organ.  He then brought his slurping mouth back up to the tip and 
started a piston-like motion on Butch's jackhammer.  The snarling bodybuilder 
placed his large hands on top of the Captain's head in order to control the 
action.  In the midst of the prolonged blowjob the superhero inserted first the 
middle finger of his right hand into Butch's throbbing anus soon to be joined by 
the index finger.  The digits probed deep inside the receptive manhole and began 
massaging the prostate gland.  The acute sensation caused the grunting 
bodybuilder to squirm and heave his crotch upward driving his distented 
stovepipe deep down the superhero's throat, again and again.  Butch screamed "OH 
God that feels good Captain.  But I want more.  I want you to fuck the ass off 
me.  I  want you to fuck me till I shout for mercy.  I need to feel your manhood 
deep inside my guts.  PLEASE FUCK ME NOW!"

Captain Marvel, always courteous and conventional, surprised even himself when 
he replied in a thunderous rasping voice, "Yeah, you horny son-of-a-bitch, I'm 
gonna drive my hard horse cock deep inside your guts till the head comes out of 
your mouth.  I'm gonna fuck your ass till it's raw and torn to pieces.  But 
first my stiff shaft needs some lubrication!"

So saying the barbaric superhero moved up the bodybuilder's heaving torso and 
squatted on his hairy chest.  He grabbed his throbbing, leaking member and 
scraped it across the thick stubble on Butch's neck, throat, chin and cheeks and 
then pushed it back and forth along his dense moustache.  The prickly feeling of 
the coarse hairs made his bloated prick pulsate with each heartbeat.  He then 
grabbed Huskie's bull neck with both meaty hands and, with a primal growl, 
plunged his monster meat down his throat.  Butch received the assailing studmeat 
with crazed hunger, slurping and gurgling as the Captain drove his flaming poker 
in and out of the tight oral cavity repeatedly.  The ravenous hunk dug his 
fingers into the superhero's massive thighs as the onslaught continued.  The two 
men were still unaware that their wild encounter was being witnessed by two 
equally horny onlookers.  While Captain Marvel was fucking Butch's hot, wet 
mouth copious amounts of precum flowed from his own bull rod and streamed down 
to his crotch.  The Captain reached back with his right hand, oiled his fingers 
with the steamy juice and generously greased Huskie's mancunt.  As he withdrew 
his dripping joystick from the bodybuilder's mouth, both men knew that the time 
had come for the ultimate experience.

Captain Marvel's face was inches away from Butch Huskie's and Butch glared into 
the superhero's lust-crazed eyes and his senses were swept away as he realized 
that his body was soon to be enjoined by that of his lifelong idol and hero, not 
the one from his comic collection but a musclebound, powerful and virile giant.  
Kneeling on the mat The Captain placed his massive arms under the bodybuilder's 
huge legs, lifting the man's lower body and exposing his manhole.   He then 
aimed his 10" steel dong at the twittering target and slowly pushed the dripping 
bulbous head through the rectal lips and stopped to observe the recipient's 
reaction.  Butch was drooling all over his chin and clenching his teeth while 
clutching at Captain Marvel's flexing pecs and tits.  His grunts of pleasure and 
forward thrusts made it clear to his lover that he was ready, willing and able 
to welcome the throbbing visitor into his inner sanctum.  The superhero pierced 
his fiery cunt-gun through the relaxed ring of muscles with excruciating 
slowness, enjoying the feel of tissue and muscle against his hot prick, until 
his balls connected with the shrieking stud's asscheeks.

As the two bodybuilders watched the intensely erotic scene, their own raging 
hard-ons were wet with sweat and precum.  Art stood up and indulged a dormant 
but a long-awaited fantasy with his best buddy.  He backed up towards his 
friend, spread his asscheeks and squatted down on the steel pole.  Jack reached 
around and started to manipulate his pal's swollen nipples as Art  began to fuck 
his cock furiously with his ass.  In this position their lovemaking was futher 
intensified by the spectacle in the steamy wrestling ring.

Captain Marvel was now fucking the hefty bodybuilder in earnest.  With each 
upward motion his enormous glutes would meet and then giggle with each downward 
thrust.  Butch was in his seventh heaven.  His primordial grunts and groans 
melded with those of the superhero to create a discordant and atonal symphony of 
beastly jungle sounds.  They gritted their teeth and showered each other with 
their spit.  Butch felt completely fulfilled as his hero's ass-splitter plowed 
and probed his insides and electrified the nerve-endings of his prostate.  As 
the tempo increased, their hot, dripping mouths connected and they fucked each 
other's mouth with their tongues.  Art's fucking action on his buddy's joint 
matched Captain Marvel's and the guttural grunts and shrieks from the four 
crazed animals reverberated around the room.  After ten minutes of ass-splitting 
action, they all reached orgasm simultaneously.  Captain threw his head back and 
screamed as his cock erupted deep inside Butch's ass as Huskie's salami exploded 
his hot creamy jism all over his belly and chest.  Jack ejaculated enormous 
amounts of searing spunk into Art's bunghole as Art's milky lava spewed all over 
the place.  Inhuman shrieks emanated from the four orgasmic studs.  The esctatic 
release eventually subsided and it was only then that Captain Marvel and Butch 
Huskie became aware of the presence of the two bodybuilders who joined them in 
the ring and the four spent studs caressed and fondled each other until they 
fell into a deep sleep in the center of the ring.

                                                               THE END

August 1999
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