CAPTAIN MARVEL TO THE RES CUE        
                                                             BY GUY FUCHS

PART 1

It was a hot night in Fawcett City and veteran Highway Patrolman Gus Kodiak and 
his partner, Rookie Greg Rodman, had just finished their 4-12 shift and were in 
the precinct locker room.  Gus, 35, was 6' and weighed in at 300 lbs of solid 
muscle.  He was dark-complexioned and sported a thick black moustache.  Greg was 
26, 5'11", and weighed 285.  He was also dark and a similar customary thick 
moustache covered his upper lip.  They had  been partners for six months and had 
developed a very close friendship.   They both worked out regularly at the 
precinct gym and were rewarded with ever-growing hard muscles.  Because of the 
extreme heat their skin-tight khaki uniforms were drenched in sweat especially 
their crotch areas after straddling the leather seats of their motorcycles all 
evening.  It had been a particularly busy night chasing after drug dealers and 
car thieves.  They were hot, tired and horny.  Gus, recently divorced, had been 
looking at Greg longingly and realized that he had formed a lustful attraction 
towards his partner and, tonight, he felt an irresistible urge to approach his 
comrade.  Greg idolized his work-mate.  He was at his locker and removed his 
uniform shirt and helmet.  Gus had unbottoned his shirt and his chest, covered 
with thick black fur, was shining from the sweat.  The sweat also shined on his 
round tits.  His hard bullet-sized nipples peeped through the black chest hair 
and stood out like miniature cocks with a tiny cleft in the middle, not unlike a 
piss slit.

Greg was facing his locker when he felt something stroke the crack of his big 
round ass.  He turned around and was face-to-face with his partner who was 
rubbing his nightstick up and down his crack.  He noticed the look of lustful 
anticipation in his buddy's eyes  and immediatly understood.  He realized then 
and there that what he had been feeling toward his partner was something more 
than admiration.  Gus was still wearing his helmet and mirrored shades and both 
still had their gun belts on with the various police paraphernalia attached to 
them.  Gus also had a well-rounded bubble-butt and was standing with his legs 
spread far apart.  Luckily, the midnight shift had left and the two hunks were 
alone in the locker room and Gus had thought to lock the door for privacy.  
While Gus was stroking him with the stick Greg straddled Gus' left leg and a 
groan escaped his lips.  No words were spoken.
Greg was also blessed with heavy chest hairs and large nipples, which were 
presently swollen and hard.  They still wore their knee-high motorbike boots and 
heavy gloves.  The two brawny men started to rub their chests together and their 
nipples mashed against one another.  Greg became extremely aroused and started 
fucking motions against Gus' thigh, which was built like a tree trunk. They had 
worked out before their shift and had kept their jock straps on under their 
uniforms, which were now engorged and  their cocks gushing precum.  As they 
embraced, Greg moved up Gus's thigh and their heavy crotches were rubbing 
against each other.  At this point, they both started moaning and groaning with 
lust.  With his free hand, Gus reached down between their bellies and started 
groping their blood-filled cocks.  While Gus was still driving his nightstick 
into Greg's crack  Greg pushed his uniform-covered cock into Gus' .  Gus reached 
down and gave Greg a short kiss.  Then their mouths combined in a passionate, 
tongue-probing kiss while their sweaty moustaches intermingled with a rasping 
noise.  They moaned inside each other's mouths and saliva dripped down their 
chins onto their already wet chests. They had not shaved since the previous 
morning and their faces and necks were covered with a heavy stubble.  A rasping 
sound  was heard as their faces and bull necks scraped against each other and 
this manly  feeling intensified their lust. Their gloved hands reached for each 
other's nipples which they started to squeeze and twist.  This action sent them 
both into animal-like grunting.  They were two hot, sweaty, hunky, groaning 
bears writhing and grinding their bodies against each other, all the while their 
huge muscles rippling and straining.  There were two full-size mirrors facing 
each other and they could see each other's muscled bubble-butts grinding against 
their hot bodies.  Their light-colored motorcycle pants with the dark brown 
stripes down the sides were now damp with sweat and their sexual writhings.  Now 
that their real feelings towards each other had been manifested, the two 
musclebound cops pulled all the stops and went at each other in a wild frenzy 
seldom experienced by two people entangled in sexual excitement.  Their ardent 
kissing and tongue-probing continued for several minutes accompanied by loud 
slurping and biting.  A drop of blood appeared on Gus' lower lip where Greg had 
sunk his teeth.  When he saw this Greg started sucking on Gus's lip to try and 
cauterize the cut.  This sucking action made Gus go crazy and he started to 
squeeze Greg's left nipple even harder. When the bleeding finally stopped and 
Greg had swallowed Gus' blood, he clamped his wet mouth onto Gus' right nipple.  
He ran his tongue around the hard, swollen miniature cock, then started sucking 
and biting it.  At this point, Gus let out a prehistoric growl and drove his 
wet, swollen crotch into Greg's in circular  up-and-down motions.  Presently a 
loud banging sounded at the locker room door and the deep voice of their 
sergeant ordered them to open the door.  The two men quickly disentangled 
themselves and Greg unlocked the door.  The burly sergeant pretended not to 
notice their appearance and said that one of them had to go and chase an  armed  
robber who had fled down a dirt road about five miles from their location.  Gus 
volunteered, quickly arranged his uniform, rushed to the precinct garage, 
straddled his motorcycle and took off for the reported location.  

PART 2

The beefy motorcycle cop reached the dirt road in record time and charged down 
the bumpy road in hopes of catching up to the felon.  He had removed his shades 
and sweat was pouring down his face.  The dark curly hair under his helmet was 
soaking wet, as was his thick bristly moustache.  His thick lower lip was set in 
a tight grimace above his masculine square jaw.  He had the neck of a bull and 
shoulders as wide as a barn door.  He had left his policeman's shirt unbuttoned 
to allow the cool night air to  rush against his hairy chest and nipples that 
were still hard and swollen from the recent encounter with his sexy partner.  As 
he was grabbing the handlebars with his gloved hands the hulking muscles of his 
biceps rippled, almost  causing the short sleeves of his shirt to rip open.  The 
tight grip made the muscles of his bulky hairy forearms stand out.  The damp 
khaki pants clung to his bubblebutt and tree-trunk thighs like a second skin.  
The leather gun case slapped against his right thigh and the black leather 
motorcycle boots glimmered in the star-lit night.  As he rode along his big, 
round muscular ass and crotch bounced on the damp leather seat of his bike.  His 
legs were spread far apart to make it easier to manoeuvre the bumpy road. The 
pounding of his crotch against the seat resulted in a massive hard-on inside his 
jock.  The bulbous head of his cock forced its way out of the jock pouch and 
started rubbing against the zipper of his crotch.  Copious amounts of precum 
spewed out of the wide piss-slit.  His orange-size balls protruded on each side 
of the pouch and pressed against the wet material of his crotch.  His crotch was 
now sopping wet with precum and sweat and gave out a slopping sound when it hit 
the bike seat.  His mind wandered back to the precinct locker room and his 
throat emitted a piercing animal growl as he leaned forward and rubbed his cock 
and balls against the leather seat.  His attention was distracted momentarily 
and he failed to notice a deep pothole in the road.  When the front wheel of his 
bike went down in the hole he lost complete control of the vehicle.  He flew off 
the bike and landed in the dirt on the side of the road, rolling over several 
times.  He ended up, unconscious,  on his stomach,  with his massive legs and 
arms spread out.  Cuts and bruises covered his upper body.  The motorcycle lay 
on its side with the headlight beaming onto the body of the prostrate law 
enforcement officer.

PART 3
Captain Marvel, the World's Mightiest Mortal, possessed  the strength of 
Hercules, the stamina of Atlas, the power of  Zeus, and the speed of Mercury.  
Before the change, he was 6'1" and weighed 265 lbs.  He had blue piercing eyes 
and black hair.  Granted powers by the wizard of Shazam, Billy Batson had only 
to speak the wizard's name to transform into Earth's mightiest mortal.    His 
job was to protect Fawcett City and Earth from numerous threats.  His costume 
consisted of a cape attached to a rope around his thick neck, a red elastic 
spandex body suit, a yellow belt and yellow boots.  A yellow lightning bolt ran 
down his massive chest.  Yellow arm bands covered his muscular forearms.  He 
wore no underwear and his genitals were clearly outlined against the red skin-
tight fabric.  He was also favored with a large, round butt, with a cavernous 
crack separating the melon-size globes.  The previous week he had attended the 
regular meeting of the superheroes presided by their god Thor.  Thor decided 
that it was time for Captain Marvel to start enjoying earthly pleasures and 
handed him his special nectar which The Cap gulped down.  Almost overnight his 
musculature expanded to enormous proportions, as did his genitalia and 
bubblebutt.  He also noticed that his nipples had doubled in size and protruded 
on each side of the lightning bolt.  He found them to be very sensitive as they 
pushed against the red spandex.  The superhero observed another exciting change 
in him which he couldn't yet understand.  Whenever he came across a beefy 
policeman, fireman or any other humpy male, he experienced tingling sensations 
in his loins and his nipples became swollen and hard.  He was uncut and the now 
enormous cock had a piss-slit that matched the large cleft in his chin.  The 
added muscles in his neck, chest, biceps, forearms and legs now brought his 
weight to 305 lbs.  The spandex costume had automatically adjusted to his new 
size.  The superhunk was very excited about his new look and the sexual urgings 
he was feeling.

It was 12:30 AM and Billy Batson was home reading and listening to the police 
band in the event that his alter-ego's services were needed.  His ears perked up 
when he heard the report of the armed robbery and the escaping felon and the 
direction he was heading.  He spoke the wizard's name and was immediately 
transformed into the new and improved Captain Marvel.  The hulky superhero 
rushed to the area of the dirt road just in time to see the motorcycle spill and 
the motorcycle cop flying off the bike and landing hard on the adjoining ground, 
rolling over several times and landing on his stomach.  Captain Marvel knew 
instinctively that the law enforcement officer was in deep trouble.

PART 4

Captain Marvel flew down to the side of the prone cop.  He was impressed by the 
size of the downed policeman, who was not moving or showing any sign of life.  
The trauma of the spill had been overwhelming.  The Cap bent down and turned the 
injured officer over on his back and removed his helmet.  He immediately 
determined that the cop had no pulse and was not breathing.  Captain Marvel knew 
that CPR was required at once.  He kneeled astride the cop's waist, located the 
tip of the sternum with the middle finger of his left hand and the navel with 
the middle finger of the other.  He dropped the heel of the upper hand to just 
above the navel and placed the other hand on top.  He gave half a dozen quick 
upper thrusts.  After each thrust his crotch would come in contact with the 
cop's causing his supercock to stir.  He then quickly moved to the side of the 
cops's face and used the head tilt-chin lift method.  He pinched the nostrils 
closed, took a deep breath and sealed his mouth around the cop's mouth.  He blew 
air slowly into the casualty's mouth, feeling the bristly, wet moustache against 
his own mouth.  He moved his mouth away and released the nostrils and looked 
down the policeman's hairy glistening chest for signs of breathing.  At this 
time, he couldn't help  but notice the cop's huge bulge at his crotch and became 
aroused.  He moved around to the cops's waist again and repeated the procedure.  
He suddenly noticed a slight movement in the carotid artery in the cop's neck 
and, with great relief, realized that the cop's heart had starting beating 
again.  However, he still wasn't breathing and he again moved around to give him 
mouth-to-mouth, blowing his mighty breath into his patient's mouth.  As their 
mouths were locked together the right gloved hand of the policeman came up 
around the Cap's neck and his tongue reached far down into the superhero's 
throat.  Captain Marvel had never experienced the joys of sex but his animal 
instincts reacted.  Thrilled at his crime-fighting friend 's recovery,  he 
gratefully returned the policeman's action and started sucking on the cop's 
tongue.  Gus opened his eyes and, when he recognized the identity of his life-
saver, waves of lust travelled his body.  As they kissed the hulking superhero 
threw his right arm around the cop's thick neck and, with his other large hand, 
stroked the wet, hairy chest and hard nipples of the prone officer.

PART 5

After a while, our superhero helped the injured cop to his feet.  He was still a 
bit groggy from his mishap and he leaned on the Cap for support.  When he got a 
good look at his benefactor he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.  He 
had seen Captain Marvel on a couple of occasions at crime scenes and was 
impressed by his manly appearance.  Now the greatly increased size of the mighty 
superhero overpowered his senses.  The engine of the motorcycle was revving and 
its headlight beaming.  The cop went over and turned both off.  Calls from the 
precinct were coming in.  However, the two men were completely fascinated with 
each other and either they simply ignored the radio or didn't even hear it.  Any 
thoughts of the fleeing robber were also dissipated.   The hot policeman was 
oblivious of his injuries, so absorbed was he with the hunky specimen in front 
of him.  There was no sign of anyone else for miles around and the full moon 
cast an eerie glow on the scene below.   The two giants stood there about a yard 
apart, breathing heavily and glaring at each other's magnificent bodies.  Their 
cocks were rock hard within the confines of their clothing.  Gus, overcome with 
gratitude, walked the few steps separating them, and wrapped his thick arms 
around the other man's shoulders.  The beefy superhero returned the gesture and 
their lips met in a fiery kiss.  Their tongues swirled around each other and 
spit began to drip down their chins.  Their muscular limbs intertwined as their 
bodies writhed and ground against each other.  Primordial grunts accompanied 
their frenzied contortions.  Their entire bodies were on fire and their pores 
reeked of sex.    The inexperienced Captain went with the flow and responded to 
his instincts.  Gus wrapped his chunky left leg around his buddy's right thigh 
and dug the heel of his boot in the crack of the Cap's enormous ass.  He then 
gripped his wide shoulders and clamped his hot, wet mouth onto the left side of 
his neck, reminiscent of a vampire's bite, while his bristly stubble scraped the 
tender skin.  These sensations sent Captain Marvel over the edge of reason and a 
prolonged superheroic howl emitted from his throat shaking the nearby trees and 
sending the night creatures who were witnessing the scene scurrying off into the 
forest.  His face became distorted and he threw his head back as the grunting 
cop kept sucking at his neck.  He then lost his footing and both giants fell 
with a hard thud causing the ground beneath them to rumble.  Gus never lost his 
grip and he landed on top of the other man, still sucking and biting his neck.  
They began to fuck each other through their clothing and rolled over and over in 
the dirt.  The superhero's skin-tight body suit ripped in several places.  Gus 
released his mouth from the Cap's neck, leaving behind a large, angry purple 
bruise and they locked mouths as they writhed on the ground and inhuman snarls 
emitted from the depths of their guts.  After about ten minutes of this activity 
the two herculean specimens arose from the damp ground and stood, breathing 
hard. 

PART 6

The hot August night made their skin clammy and sweaty.  Their clothing was 
covered in grime.  Captain Marvel had several rips in his spandex suit.  As this 
was his first sexual experience he stood, hands on hips, awaiting guidance from 
his fellow crimefighter.  Gus took the hint and started a slow striptease in 
front of the gaping superhero.  He slowly removed his shirt, then his gloves and 
motorcycle boots, gun belt and trousers, and finally his jock strap.  As he 
watched the scenario, the Cap's senses became extremely aroused.  Hot juice 
erupted from his steel-hard cock.  The precum and sweat rendered his crotch 
transparent and his entire genitals were clearly evident in the moonlight.  Gus, 
who only favored big hunky men, had very little occasion to satisfy his cravings 
and often found gratification at home in his basement gym.  One wall was covered 
with mirrors, and he stood in front of the mirror clad only in his helmet, gun 
belt, motorcycle boots and gloves.  He greatly admired his own body and was 
always turned on by his reflection.  He performed varied scenarios which 
involved dildos, tit clamps, etc.  As much as he enjoyed these solos (and he did 
them almost daily), nothing could replace the real thing.  He decided to act out 
this fantasy in front of his superhunk.  He put his boots back on, then his 
helmet, gun belt and gloves.  As the crimefighter watched the performance, his 
arousal became extremely intense and urgent.  His turgid manmeat grew even 
harder.  It was pulsating and struggling to get free.  His crotch material was 
now wet and thin and his cock broke through the material.  His cock and balls 
were now free of their restraint and bounced in the night air.  He was so 
stimulated that his cock emerged from its protective sheath.  The two cocks 
facing each other were almost identical in size, about 10" long and 6" around.  
They both knew that hot action was soon to take place, judging from their 
heaving chests and lustful glares.  The two hunks slowly and deliberately 
approached each other.  At last their cocks met piss-slit to piss-slit.  Gus 
reached down, pulled forward on his pal's long and thick foreskin and wrapped it 
around his mushroom cockhead, which was filled with blood and purple.  He then 
pushed it behind his circumcision scar for leverage.  The two cockheads rubbed 
against each other inside the Cap's foreskin.  The hot friction caused precum to 
flow from both cockheads which became slick and slippery.  Each man grabbed the 
other's shoulders as their cocks fucked each other.  Their combined precum 
poured onto the ground between them.  In his excitement Gus tore away the Cap's 
cape and clawed at his buddy's chest and the upper part of the Cap's suit was 
ripped to pieces.  His smooth but pumped-up chest and bullet-size nipples 
finally came into view.  The nipples were hard, erect and sensitive.  As their 
cocks were fighting each other, Gus bent down and clasped his hot mouth onto the 
Captain's right nipple. He swirled his large tongue around the sensitive 
miniature cock, then nipped it and sucked it hard and they both grunted loudly 
as their bubblebutts moved back and forth.  In the meantime, Captain Marvel was 
squeezing and pinching the other man's nipples which protruded through the thick 
wet chest hair.  The Captain started to tremble and Gus knew that he was close 
to cumming.  He grabbed the superhero's bull neck and brought his face to his.  
A passionate probing kiss ensued and shortly, they both let out a piercing yell 
as their cocks erupted.  Thick white love juice poured out, overflowing the 
foreskin that was still attached to Gus' cock.  It was the superhero's first 
ejaculation and it must have been building up for years.  The force of the jet 
released the foreskin and they both came all over each other, but the 
superhero's cock kept ejecting the hot jism for a long time, covering the cop's 
belly, legs and boots.  They eventually collapsed on the ground in each other's 
arms.  Although Captain Marvel never got tired, the policeman was exhausted and 
fell into a deep sleep in his pal's arms. 

PART 7

Captain Marvel's back was leaning against a tree and Gus was lying against the 
Cap with his head on his chest and his body between his legs.  He was still 
wearing his police accessories.  The superhero had his legs wrapped around the 
officer's thick thighs.  Except for his armbands, his massive torso was bare.  
His lower lycra suit was torn in many places from the rolling around on the hard 
ground and there was a large hole where his crotch used to be.  His still hard 
manmeat enjoyed the pressure of his supercop's back.  He had never been so 
excited and gratified in his life.  Sex with a hunky stud now superseded any 
other inclinations.  He was slowly and lovingly stroking the wet hairy chest and 
pecs of the other man.  Radio calls were still coming in intermittently for Gus.  
The robust lawman was snoring loudly so exhausted was he from his spill and wild 
sex he had just enjoyed.  Suddenly, a police car with sirens blaring roared by, 
obviously searching for the silent patrolman.  They went by so fast that they 
failed to notice the two men and the motorcycle.  The sound brought Gus to full 
alert and Captain Marvel had to calm him down.  Gus's senses were refreshed 
after his short nap and familiar urges stirred in his groin and his cock sprang 
to attention.  He turned over, laying his heavy body onto the superhero's and 
they exchanged a long, voluptuous kiss with their steel-hard cocks rubbing 
against each other.  Their bodies were covered with sticky juices and dirt which 
intensified their brutal appetites.  Hot, sexual odors filled their nostrils.  
Gus moved down the other man's body, hungrily sucking and licking his tits.  He 
then moved down, staring in awe at his hunky pal's throbbing member.  His gloved 
right hand pushed back the thick foreskin, revealing the huge, plum-colored 
cockhead.  He rubbed his thick stubble against it and down the shaft and around 
the ballsack.  The hot cop then started licking around the hard pole in an 
upward motion.  The object of his attention was about 10" long and thick as a 
beer can.  The veins stood out and pulsated.  Gus swirled his hot tongue around 
the cockhead and then covered it with his wet mouth.  He began to suck at the 
piss-slit extracting hot sticky precum from it, greedily swallowing the sex 
juice.  He very slowly moved down the shaft, feeling the huge organ enter his 
throat until his thick wet moustache contacted his buddy's pubic hairs and his 
raspy chin rested on the man's heavy, round balls.  Captain Marvel was now flat 
on his back and steady grunts and moans escaped his grimacing mouth as he 
clutched at the cop's shoulders.   As he sucked Gus gave out loud slurping 
sounds and moans and his gloved ham-size hands grabbed and squeezed the Cap's 
nipples.  He moved around so that his thick thighs straddled the other man's 
head.  He leaned forward and down and continued sucking his cock in a frenzied 
manner.  His own throbbing organ  and balls were inches away from the 
superhero's face.  The Captain had to return the immense pleasure he was 
receiving.  He leaned his head back as far as he could, grabbed both cheeks of 
the cop's bubblebutt pushing it down towards his eager mouth which he wrapped 
around his friend's low-hanging and hairy balls.  The policeman, realizing that 
his buddy was eager to continue his education, moved his legs down to achieve a 
better angle and offered his pulsating pole to the Captain's mouth.  The latter 
needed no encouragement and gobbled up the waiting organ.  This new experience 
completely overcame our superhero and he went at it with an ardor that only he 
knew.  The two men were now engaged in the age-old mutual gratification 
exercise.  Their heaving chests and rock-hard bellies were rubbing against each 
other as their savage growls resounded into the adjoining forest.  While 
performing their sucking activities, nipples were grabbed and twisted and their 
sweaty bodies glided against one another.  As the law enforcer fucked his 
partner's mouth his enormous hairy bubblebutt moved up and down causing the 
handcuffs attached to his belt to hit his crack and his gun case to strike the 
side of his thigh.  The two men were totally engrossed with the task at hand and 
deriving enormous pleasure throughout their shuddering bodies.  This went on for 
a good ten minutes and they both knew they were close to climax.  Their balls 
tightened, their bodies became rigid, and they grabbed their shoulders in a 
vise-like grip, as they exploded in each other's mouth.  Their heavy moans were 
muffled as they slurped and swallowed each other's white, thick jism.  The 
Captain seemed to possess an inexhaustible supply and, eventually, the cop's 
face was completely covered with the Captain's cum.  His moustache and stubble 
turned white and sticky.  The policeman's love juice was now pouring out of the 
superhero's mouth who was unable to swallow it all.  Eventually their balls were 
drained and the cop turned around and collapsed on top of his buddy.  Their 
mouths combined in another tongue-probing kiss as their jism and saliva mixed in 
each other's mouths.  Their huge bodies writhed on the ground beneath and they 
again rolled around fighting for the top position.  The original bright red 
color of the Captain's spandex tights were now muddy-coloured and torn in many 
places.  They eventually separated and assumed a relaxed side-by-side position.  
They looked up at the stars and full moon and simply enjoyed the moment.  Their 
enormous bodies were raunchy, covered with mud, sweat, sticky precum and drying 
semen.  However, none of this mattered as they were two satisfied and euphoric 
hunks lying there. 

PART 8

The night was calm.  Only the sound of rustling leaves could be heard.  Gus 
Kodiak always enjoyed his beer after a hard, busy shift and frequently joined 
his fellow officers at their favorite watering hole.  As a result of this 
indulgence, Gus had developed a hairy beer gut.  On the other hand, his regular 
workouts at the gym made it hard as a boulder.  Captain Marvel became fascinated 
with it and started stroking it lovingly with his big hand.  The superhero's 
first sex had awakened extraordinary drives in him and the law-enforcement 
officer was overwhelmed by his musclebound friend.  The two beefy hunks were 
insatiable.  They again became aroused and their limbs squirmed against each 
other.  Gus glanced over at his motorcycle and his greatest fantasy, which he 
had never been able to materialize, overtook his senses.  He got up, lifted up 
his Harley-Davidson and settled it on its stand.  He then straddled the seat 
facing the rear and motioned to the superhero to join him.  The Captain lifted 
his heavy left leg and sat down on the seat facing Gus.  Their thick legs 
intertwined and they glued their bodies as close together as they could.  The 
two sex partners now sat with their bubble asses astride the smooth leather 
seat, chest to chest, nipples to nipples, cocks to cocks, balls to balls.  Their 
cum-filled balls squashed together against the seat.  Captain Marvel slowly 
stroked their cockheads together, which were now slippery with precum, his hand 
gliding over the purple heads.  Their wide piss-slits oozed sex juice.  The 
friction rendered their cockheads raging hard as their hot mouths merged in a 
prolonged agonized kiss.  They grunted like two pigs.  The two sweaty beasts 
grabbed and kneaded each other's hard muscles as their inflamed bodies writhed 
on the leather seat.  When their dripping mouths separated, Gus felt an 
irresistible urge.  He wanted, needed to feel the superhero's monstrous sex tool 
inside him.  He spit a large amount of saliva onto the Captain's cock and rubbed 
the shaft with his gloved hand.  It glistened in the moonlight.  The cop grabbed 
the Cap's shoulders and straddled his chest.  His cock reached the crevice 
between the superhero's huge, round pectoral musles and started fucking motions 
against the smooth but hard flesh.  As he moved up and down he could feel the 
bulbous head of the superhero's cock against his ass crack.  They glared deeply 
into each other's eyes with clenched teeth.  The Captain's instincts told him 
where his cock belonged and the lawman knew the time had come.  He raised 
himself until he could feel the cockhead probing his tight asshole.  He lowered 
his aching ass onto the organ and felt the head enter.  Gus paused briefly in 
order to get accustomed to the invading sex instrument.  He allowed his ass 
muscles to loosen and as they relaxed the superhero's thick steel pole slowly 
penetrated the cop's guts.  It was now in to the hilt and Gus could feel the 
pressure of his buddy's balls against his hairy ass.  This brand new sensation 
caused the superhero to howl his pleasure.  Gus let out an agonized shriek and 
their animal roars reverberated into the surrounding forest.  Spit rolled down 
their sweaty chests.  Gus started to move up and down the hot shaft, which was 
tearing at his insides.  His ass was actually fucking the Captain's cock.  Their 
bodies trembled from the acute feelings they were each experiencing.  Gus 
growled as he bore down on his friend's cock and grabbed his shoulders even 
harder.  Captain Marvel pinched and twisted the cop's tits.  They fucked each 
other for a good 15 minutes until the undeniable need for release reached their 
every nerve.  As their mutual climax neered their hot, dripping mouths locked.  
Their cocks exploded simultaneously.  Gus' spurts covered the superhero's face.  
The Cap's climax was so intense that his ejaculation filled the lawman's ass and 
dripped onto the motorbike's seat.  As their climax subsided, the two men 
embraced and it took them several minutes to recover from the violently 
exquisite experience.

As the two fulfilled hunks got off the bike, they heard a siren far off in the 
distance.  Captain Marvel did not want to jeopardize his buddy's career and told 
him to quickly don his uniform and reassure his comrades that he was safe and 
sound.  After they promised each other a replay of the night's events, Captain 
Marvel flew off.  He would require a new costume from the wizard.  Gus put his 
uniform on and brought his motorcycle near the road and turned the headlight on.  
As the police car reached the scene it came to a screeching stop as Sergeant 
Bulmer spotted his comrade.  Gus explained his accident and that he had been 
unconscious for several hours.  He indicated that he was recovered sufficiently 
to ride his bike back to the precinct.  Sergeant Bulmer accepted the trooper's 
story but he couldn't figure out what that white stuff was all over the cop's 
boots...

                                                          THE END

February 19, 1999.
dudley@attcanada.net