The following story is loosely based on some comic book characters. It involves sexual situations between men and is meant for adults. THOR AND GREG RODMAN BY GUY FUCHS CHAPTER 1 It was 7:00 AM on that hot August 18th at the Superheroes Headquarters (SHQ). Following their wild and prolonged sexual activity, Thor and Captain Marvel had showered together and the Cap was now stretched out, face down, on one of the sofas in the Hall of Mirrors, buck naked and in a deep, restful and satisfied sleep. The mighty Thor, whose body did not require rest or sleep, had donned his costume in readiness for the day's duties. As he stood there gazing longingly at the hunky superhero's huge protruding bubblebutt it began to squirm and writhe against the leather sofa (he was obviously enjoying an erotic dream). However, his riveted attention was now interrupted by the building staff rustling about and preparing for the day's chores. The building manager entered the room in order to make notes of the required tasks. All staff members were sworn to secrecy regarding the building's purpose as well as any activity happening therein. Accordingly, the manager simply ignored the prone superhero and noted that three mirrors needed replacement. They had been shattered in the early morning hours by the superhuman shrieks of the two mating giants as they reached their mutual orgasm. The plush carpeting would require steam cleaning. It was covered with dried semen and had been soiled by the two sweaty bodies as they rolled around fighting for sexual supremacy. The manager had never before encountered such a mess but took it in stride in accordance with his professional discretion. He then proceeded to the shower room where he observed the remaining shreds of Captain Marvel's costume. Without as much as blinking an eye, he simply picked up the lycra tatters and discarded them. As he looked long and earnestly at the sleeping colossus, Thor was intrigued by the story that Captain Marvel had related to him regarding his exciting encounter with motorcycle patrolman Gus Kodiak. He felt an urgent need to meet this hot policeman and decided then and there to proceed to the CHP station house. Meanwhile, back in the CHP precinct motorcycle patrolman Greg Rodman was alone in the building. Sgt. Bulmer had not returned from his search for the missing Gus Kodiak, the night shift were still out patrolling and the day shift had not started to report in. The bare-chested 285' hulky policeman was on his back asleep on the couch in the vestibule, totally exhausted. He had been on duty since 4:00 PM the previous evening and had been introduced to sex in the locker room by his partner Kodiak at the end of their tour of duty. Kodiak had rushed off in pursuit of a fleeing felon and a while later Greg had experienced a savage sexual encounter with his superior officer in the small communications room. The air conditioning system had broken down in the building which was hot and humid. After Bulmer left Rodman collapsed on the sofa and promptly fell asleep. His face and thick neck were covered with a heavy, prickly stubble. Some of the sergeant's cum was still embedded in his dark moustache and crew cut. His entire body reeked of sex and sweat. At 7:30 Thor barged in, arousing the police officer out of his deep sleep. Greg's first reaction was that he was either dreaming or having hallucinations as he looked up at the brawny giant standing over him. After a few moments of gaping disbelief he recognized the legendary God of Thunder who said he wanted to see Gus Kodiak. Greg advised him that the whereabouts of his partner were unknown and that the sergeant had gone out searching for him. As he gazed upon the prone and impressive specimen of magnificent manhood Thor forgot all about Gus Kodiak. He noticed that the cop's skin-tight tan uniform covering his massive thighs was damp with sweat and the bulge at his crotch was stirring and enlarging. Thor's own cock responded in kind. In his deep, guttural voice he said, "You look like you've been through the mill and could use some energizing and I'm the guy who can help you in that regard. If you're free to leave the precinct do you have a place that's quiet and private?" "We can go to my apartment. I can hear some of the day personnel arriving in the garage and we can leave right away. Gus and I are off for the next two days and today I can just relax and enjoy myself." The eager cop put on his short-sleeved shirt over his bulging muscles, his gun belt around his waist and, finally, his helmet and shades. The two men left the station house via the rear door. The towering 6'5", 350 lb Hercules picked the cop up in his powerful arms and rushed off to Greg's home. CHAPTER 2 Motorcycle patrolman Greg Rodman and the God of Thunder arrived at Greg's apartment in a flash and he invited Thor to come in and relax. Thor readily accepted the promising invitation. Greg led him into the living room and said, "Make yourself at home while I go and clean this grime off me." Thor's massive frame wouldn't fit in the easy chair and he sprawled out on the sofa as he heard the shower going in the next room. The brawny policeman was relishing the steaming hot water splashing over his aching muscles. In his mind's eye he lusted after the gorgeous male specimen who brought him home and he could hardly believe his good fortune. As he started to soap his turgid genitals the cop's manhood began to throb and grow to its full 9 1/2 inches and he emitted a loud groan of anticipation. Thor heard the revealing sound whereupon he removed his winged helmet, cape, boots and tunic. Only the dark blue skin-tight "long johns" remained, accentuating the huge muscular thighs and the enormous bulge protruding at their juncture. As the mighty God of Thunder sat there with his legs spread far apart he heard the shower being turned off. After drying himself off, Greg put on a fresh jockstrap and returned to the living room. As the brawny, hairy-chested 285 lb highway patrolman walked by the sprawled giant, Thor was captivated by the huge rippling globes of the man's butt encircled by the straps of his jock as he ambled by him. Greg installed himself in the easy chair opposite Thor and he also spread his hefty legs far apart and their knees came in contact. The cop enjoyed smoking cigars and he liked them long and big. He reached into the cigar box on the end table next to his chair, took two stogies out and offered one to Thor who readily accepted the large brown cylinder. They lit up and the room soon began to fill with heavy aromatic smoke as the two men exhaled in each other's faces. The horny policeman was fascinated by Thor's monstrous and hairless pecs, but especially by the unbelievably large nipples that protruded from them. They were 2" long and 3" around with a ridge 1/2" from the end and a small slit in the middle. Rodman's lustful imagination made them appear as two miniature hard cocks sticking out of the god's chest and he couldn't keep his eyes off them. As the two studs sucked and slurped suggestively on their cigars they began to grind their knees together and squirming their butts on the leather seats. They snorted like two pigs in heat as they blew the hot smoke in each other's face. The smoke and sexual tension intoxicated the two feverish studs. Their cocks reacted to the intensly erotic scene. Thor's fiery shaft expanded to its full 12" and was clearly outlined inside the left leg of his skin-tight body suit. Each orange- size testicle protruded on either side of the crotch seam. As his excitement increased precum flowed out of the tip. The stretched lycra became wet and almost transparent. Greg could see each engorged vein through the thin material, and his own steel-hard rod pushed out against the pouch of his jock pointing and throbbing towards Thor's crotch, like a gun aiming at its target, and spewing clear love juice. His cum-filled balls popped out on either side of the jock strap. No words were spoken. The two sex-crazed hunks were on fire and the electricity they generated threatened to blow up the smoke-filled room. They only wanted to prolong the moment as they continued to suck on their stogies. They didn't even notice the ashes that dropped onto their sweaty heaving chests, so engrossed were they in each other's virile maleness. They groaned their urgent craving for each other's body. Thor could tell that Greg was exhausted from lack of sleep and said, "You look like you could use some energizing and I can put my godly powers to good use at this time. Come over here!" CHAPTER 3 The impassioned law-enforcement officer arose from the hot leather seat, took a deep drag of his flaming cigar and blew the smoke in Thor's face. His pulsating rod was now inches away from the powerful god's cigar who blew a hefty mouthful of hot smoke over the cop's jock. After putting their stogies in the ashtray, Thor reached around and, with his large hands, grabbed the cop's meaty glutes, stuck out his thick 6" tongue and started lapping and slurping all over the jock pouch and exposed balls. The inflamed policeman voiced his intense pleasure with animalistic grunts as he dug his thick fingers in Thor's flowing golden hair and rubbed his crotch, now dripping wet with precum and saliva, all over the god's face. Thor wrapped his dripping mouth around Rodman's left testicle. His heavy tongue swirled around the cum-filled orb. He greedily sucked on it, nipped it with his pearly whites and switched over to its twin, continuing the assault, switching back and forth, all the while kneading and squeezing the cop's plump butt. Rod reached down and grabbed Thor's large, erect nipples. As he started to squeeze the god's teats a white liquid spurted out of the tiny slits and he freaked out. Thor noticed the look of alarmed amazement on Rod's face and said, "Don't be concerned. The Greek gods endowed me with a wonderful gift. I have two sacks inside my pecs filled with a magical nectar that rejuvenates a man's muscular power and sensuality. I have already tested the potion with Captain Marvel and the results were astonishing. I now want you, my sexy friend, to drink freely of my godly elixir." Highway Patrolman Greg Rodman became almost delirious by those words. He grabbed Thor's enormous shoulders and straddled his waist, placing his tree- trunk thighs on either side of the god's equally large quads. Their balls were in perfect unison and were crushed together. Greg swirled his salivating tongue around Thor's left nipple and attacked it with his hungry mouth. He revelled at the feel of the organ against his tongue. The ravenous cop wrapped his lips around the raised ridge and began to suck furiously on the membrane. Hot creamy juice suddenly erupted from the slit and tasted like a warm, delicious and sweet malty drink. He looked up at Thor as he drank deeply of his milk. The cop's thick bristly stubble on his cheeks and chin scraped the tender skin surrounding Thor's nipple. As he felt the nectar being drawn out of his chest, the ecstatic god threw his head back and growled like a mad dog. While he slurped and sucked Rod emitted throaty grunts and their combined animal sounds echoed throughout the room. As he continued to imbibe the potent fluid the cop felt his energy returning. Every muscle in his body pumped up and every nerve ending became acutely sensitive. The sack emptied in five minutes and he turned his attention to the right nipple. During this immensely erotic activity clear precum flowed from the two torrid, throbbing tools. The two titans were sweating profusely as they writhed on the hot leather sofa and they began to grind their hot, wet crotches together, squeezing each other's muscles and burning flesh. When the right sack was empty the drooling policeman felt completely refreshed, energetic and all powerful. His already hefty muscles had enlarged and pumped up and the skin of his entire body became supersensitive. The breast feeding had been somewhat less than elegant and his thick moustache and rugged stubble were covered with the exotic ambrosia. He looked up and the two sweaty giants glared at each other with unashamed lust. The mighty God of Thunder stuck out his long, thick tongue and lapped away the white nectar covering Greg's face. He then thrust it deep down the cop's throat who clamped his wet mouth around the invading organ. He grunted and slurped as he sucked on the large tongue, back and forth, back and forth, as intermingled spit ran down their chins. They separated for a moment as they took a deep drag of their cigars and blew hot smoke in each other's mouth. Their mouths united in a savage kiss and the thick smoke intoxicated the two moaning studs. The two tongues circled and fucked each other and their teeth nipped at their full lips. The excitement of their passionate kiss caused them to squirm and writhe their gargantuan bodies. Precum oozed continuously from their hard maleness and they ground their sopping crotches together. Greg's immense and muscular ass cheeks quivered and fought each other as his butt moved around and thrust against the god's crotch. His virgin bunghole twitched as it rubbed against Thor's balls and pulsating prick. The fiery policeman moved slowly down the giant's body and knelt between the two lycra-clad mountainous thighs. He moved his hairy muscular arms around Thor's waist and attacked the hot, wet and throbbing genitals, which were now transparent through the thin fabric. He puffed deeply from the stogie and exhaled the hot smoke onto the titan's crotch. The steel-hard 12" manmeat pushed and stretched against the wet material seeking release from its confinement. The balls bulged out on either side of the tight seam and the ferocious lawman sucked and gnawed at them, alternating his assault from one to the other. They were dripping with the cop's spit. Greg now turned his attention towards the turgid organ. It was so distented that it threatened to burst through the cloth, sopping wet with precum and saliva. Every criss- crossing engorged vein stood out and the large, rubbery head had emerged from the thick foreskin. Rodman was able to stick his tongue into the wide piss slit as he wrapped his hot mouth around the mushroom head. He ran his slobbering mouth up and down the shaft slowly, gradually increasing the tempo. The inflamed Thor started to shriek and grabbed the cop's bull neck with both ham-like hands, thrusting his pelvis upward. Greg reacted to the god's frantic convulsions and sank his teeth in the lycra just above the pulsating member and tore it open. As the head pushed through, Greg grabbed the material with his hands and tore a large hole in the crotch area. The god's immense genitals were now free and throbbing in front of the cop's face. CHAPTER 4 Motorcycle Highway Patrolman Greg Rodman gazed with bulging eyes at the magnificent male organ bobbing and throbbing a hair's breadth away from his rugged face and oozing pre-orgasmic juice. He had never beheld a more compelling specimen of masculine genitalia, not in the precinct gym or locker room, or anywhere else for that matter. The incredulous policeman was mesmerized and simply ogled the glorious sexual apparatus. The 26 year old rookie cop had just been introduced to gay sex only eight hours previously in the precinct locker room by his partner Gus Kodiak and had enjoyed a wild romp with Sgt. Bulmer a couple of hours later. He had never had a problem finding willing females. His rugged good looks and muscular build made women grovel at his feet, particularly when he was attired in his sexy CHP uniform. However, he never felt satisfied after those numerous encounters and inevitably knew that there was something lacking. What he was missing all those years was now staring him in the face. Greg was convinced that nothing could compare with the male anatomy with its powerful bulging muscles and sexual organs. The enormous package which protruded from Thor's crotch seemed like a separate entity having a will of its own. The God of Thunder himself looked upon it in wonder and, being immortal, could enjoy its greatness forever. Mighty Thor sat back on the leather sofa with his tree trunk legs spread far apart gazing down at the worshipping motorcycle cop kneeling in front of him with his muscular arms spread out along his sweaty lycra-covered thighs. Greg pulled the top of his jock down and under his balls and his throbbing horse cock was pushing against the edge of the sofa, oozing precum. The hot cop licked the juice seeping from Thor's monster meat and drove the tip of his tongue into the piss slit. He enveloped the huge purple head with his lips and sucked the fluid down his hungry throat, causing Thor to grit his teeth and groan his pleasure. The frenzied lawman wanted nothing more than to devour the gargantuan stud meat and slid his hungry mouth downward very slowly, relishing every second. When he felt the large tip of the invading organ at the entrance to his throat he paused momentarily to catch his breath. He still had to negotiate six inches of the hot poker. When it penetrated his throat he gagged for a moment until he got used to the feel of Thor's throbbing cock. He continued to move slowly toward the base until the heavy stubble on his chin pressed against his lover's balls and his thick moustache blended with the other's pubic hairs. He had succeeded in completely captivating the god's bull rod and could have remained in that position until the cows came home. As he looked up at Thor's distorted face he reached up and grabbed his nipples. By this time, the two sacs had replenished and as Rodman squeezed the two nubbly organs, white cream spurted out onto Thor's chest. Rod smeared the warm juice all over his mate's huge pecs. He moved his mouth up the shaft to the tip, sucked in the gushing precum and moved down to the base again. He repeated the procedure in a constant slow rhythm for a good five minutes. The cop then grabbed his stogie, took a deep drag from the smoldering salami and wrapped his mouth around the turgid phallus. He again drove his mouth all the way down to the base enveloping the entire member in hot smoke. Mighty Thor's reaction was prehistoric. He grabbed and squeezed the cop's bulging shoulders and emitted primal growls. Spit and precum flowed profusely from the two feverish hunks. CHAPTER 5 The horny law-enforcement officer's ministrations threatened to send the Mighty God of Thunder beyond the point of no return. However, his godly powers enabled him to prolong climax indefinitely. He grabbed the muscular cop and raised him to his feet. As he did so Greg's mouth abandoned Thor's joystick with a loud plop. Thor brought his Herculean arms around the cop's waist, grabbed the two plump globes of his ass and drew his sweaty crotch towards his face. The lustful god stuck his dripping 6" St. Bernard tongue out towards the policeman's 9 1/2" throbbing steel pole and started lapping and slurping. The thick oral organ swirled around the oozing, bulbous, purple, blood-filled head as Thor massaged the quivering bubblebutt. In an attempt to excrete more of the clear juice, he inserted the tip of his tongue into the cop's urethra. The exquisite sensation caused the crazed policeman to howl as he ran his meaty hands through the god's flowing golden hair. With his tongue deep inside the genital duct Thor encircled his mouth around the pulsating phallus and sucked the juice out which he greedily swallowed. He then slid his hot mouth slowly down to the base of Rodman's cock, relishing the feeling as it penetrated his throat. As his chin pressed against the cop's balls, he inserted the large middle finger of his right hand inside Rod's ass and began to massage his prostate gland, causing him to grunt and moan. Thor then went into a rhythmic up-and-down motion as his large tongue lapped at the underside of Rod's joint. Sounds of slurping, moaning and groaning echoed off the living room walls. The lawman's loins became inflamed and on the verge of bursting. He needed to prolong the ecstatic experience as he pushed Thor back against the sofa and straddled his waist. The two muscular stallions were now squirming their lustful bodies together, cock to cock, belly against belly, heaving pecs to heaving pecs. Their swollen nipples mashed against each other and Thor's seeping white cream made them slick and slippery. Their drooling mouths connected in a passionate kiss. The God of Thunder's mighty tongue explored every nook and cranny of the cop's mouth to finally penetrate deep inside his throat. Two of his fingers were probing Rod's prostate. The policeman's tongue duelled with Thor's and he began to suck on it as he would a cock. As their chests were pressed together Rodman grabbed their nipples and squeezed and tweaked them. The god's nectar spurted out and blended with the sweat on their swelling chests. The prolonged fiery kiss continued as the two masses of hot flesh writhed against one another. The wild policeman grabbed Thor's huge shoulders and worked his way up the god's belly until his palpitating prick inserted itself in the deep crevice between Thor's rippling pectoral muscles. Rod placed his meaty thighs on either side of Thor's chest and began to pump his oozing cum gun against the god's hot flesh. Thor squeezed his pecs together, adding to the erotic friction as the fiery pipe continued its piston-like action. Thor had removed his fingers and his 12" throbbing wang pressed against the cop's ass as the latter fucked his chest. Rod's virgin ass twitched and pressed against the steel pole. The two raging bulls were on fire as the fierce law-enforcer yelled, "My God, Thor, you've got me so worked up I can hardly stand it. You're giving me more pleasure than I've ever felt before. Your primordial masculine beauty and sexual equipment thrill me to no end. I want and I need to feel your manhood deep inside me. My mancunt has never before been assaulted but I've never wanted anything so much as I do now. Fuck me Thor, FUCK ME HARD NOW." "Yes, you gorgeous motorcycle cop, you drive me wild too. I want to enter your body and thrust my fuck tool deep inside your guts. But first you must drink deeply of my powerful elixir in order to intensify your sexual prowess to the maximum." The frantic police officer clamped his eager mouth onto Thor's left nipple. He sucked on the swollen miniature cock until the sac was drained of its energizing creamy potion. He then emptied the right sac and felt his bulging muscles pumped up to enormous proportions and his sexual drive reached a turbulent crescendo. The wild-eyed cop then lubricated Thor's pulsating salami with the precum flowing from it. He lifted his heaving hairy torso until he could feel the scarlet head touch the entrance to his love canal. The grunting policeman lowered his heavy body onto the monstrous schlong and he shrieked as he felt the head penetrate his virgin asshole and charge through the tight sphincter. The serpentine veins surrounding the god's ramrod were swollen and pulsating and the skin of the entire shaft was stretched to the breaking point. Grabbing Thor's bull neck with both hands Rodman continued his slow descent until his asscheeks rested against the cum-filled balls. This new sensation of having his guts invaded by a throbbing, living organ sent the rookie cop into ecstatic delirium and he ground his bubblebutt as far down as he could, crushing Thor's orange- size testicles. The mighty god emitted primal groans as the two mammoth beasts glared at each other with lustful abandon. Their faces made contact and Thor started to lap at the heavy stubble on the left side of Rod's muscular neck. He sucked long and hard on the tender skin, now sopping wet with Thor's spit. The frenzied policeman spurted guttural groans as he dug his fingers into the god's shoulder muscles and began to fuck the battering ram with violent poundings as Thor continued to chew on his neck. They were two hunching, runting jungle beasts, roaring and screeching their lust for one another. Thor released Rodman's neck, leaving behind an angry, purple bruise and their searing mouths connneted in a voracious kiss. The crazed cop increased the tempo and began a rotating motion to achieve maximum penetration and exploration as the two stallions groaned their pleasure inside each other's mouth. They kneaded each other's rippling muscles as their bodies writhed on the damp leaher sofa. Saliva dripped from their slurping, probing mouths as they chewed and nipped their lips and tongues. As he continued to attack Thor's manhood with his bunghole the motorcycle cop's own torrid shaft ground into his lover's abdominal muscles. They were able to prolong their wild encounter for a good twenty minutes. Now, as their eyes bored into each other, they knew that the time for release had come. The frantic pace sent them over the edge simultaneously. As their engorged ball sacs started to release the hot semen the two crazed goliaths emitted primal shrieks. The two raging bull rods exploded in a torrent of hot, creamy jism. Countless spurts filled the cop's guts and spilled out onto Thor's balls. Rod's searing man juice erupted all over the mighty god's chest and face. The two bodies convulsed as the seemingly endless supply of sex juice was ejected from their throbbing poles. As the gushing subsided and their ball sacs emptied the two hunks embraced. Eventually their heart beats returned to normal and Highway Patrolman Greg Rodman fell asleep in Mighty Thor's arms. THE END August 1999 dudley@attcanada.net