Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts

rhythm and quickly the speed and force of his thrusts picked up. He was driving his cock into me hard enough to make my feet bounce off the ground. It took all of my upper arm strength to keep from being rammed into the tree. “Fuck, I love fucking your tight ass,” he grunted in my ear as he continued to forcefully ram his thick cock into me.
    It wasn’t long before I felt his hand drift from my hip to my cock. “You’ve been so quiet I think I should let you come.” He wrapped his gloved fist around my throbbing cock. “I want to feel your ass tighten around my cock before I fill it with my own come.” He started pumping my cock in rhythm with his deep thrusting, within three strokes I was coming, hard. I’m not sure how long after my orgasm started before Darkfist had his own release. When my senses returned, he was resting fully inside of me and brushing kisses along my shoulder and neck.
    He brought his hand up to my face. “You made a mess on my glove, clean it.” I stuck my tongue out and started licking his glove clean. Honestly, the leather didn’t taste good but cleaning his glove soaked in my come was too hot for me to care. I licked it thoroughly, being careful around the diamond studs along the back. I didn’t want to cut my tongue.
    When I had all the come off his glove, he brought his hand down to my stomach and started rubbing in small circles. We stayed like that for a few minutes before he spoke, “I think we took too long, with my super hearing I heard them drive off about ten minutes ago.”
    “You don’t have super hearing,” I replied sarcastically.
    “With my slightly better than average hearing then,” he retorted.
    “So we failed?” I left off the ‘because of you’ since I hadn’t really put up much resistance.
    “I feel pretty successful actually,” he shrugged coolly.
    “What was the mission again? I feel like I should be worried we failed but can’t bring myself to care. I think you’re rubbing off on me.”
    “I’ll rub off on you later; need a little time to recover first. You’re right. You are the worst superhero, like ever. Letting millions die while letting the enemy fuck your tight ass. Shame on you, Moltenman.”
    “I think social etiquette dictates to at least pull your cock out of someone’s ass before you insult them. Don’t be rude, Darkfist.”
    He laughed and slowly pulled out. “Lay in the grass with me?” he asked. We were done playing if he wasn’t ordering me around. I had done pretty well, only broke character once. I turned around and walked the few feet over to where he was laying down on his back. I wished he was naked so I could lie on top of him, but he still wore his costume, his pants still pulled down to his upper thighs. He was gorgeous.
    Lying down on my side next to him I rested my head on his chest. Brian wrapped his arm around me and pulled me tighter against him. “That’s what, four now?” Brian asked.
    “More like three and a half,” I replied, being a little snarky.
    “Why only three point five? There was the first time when we got together and I tied you up. And then there’s the fantasy where you are at work jerking off in the bathroom and I catch you and help you finish. How many times have I made that one come true? Sometimes twice in one day even.”
    “Thirty-four times, but you always get me so worked up that I have to go to the bathroom to get relief. I can’t work all day with an erection! And you can only cross it off the list once, doing it anymore after that is just for fun.” And fun we’ve had. I can’t go into the bathroom at work without popping a boner.
    “Then there was getting fucked in the rain on the deck of a boat. I had to get a boat license for that one, which should be extra credit or something,” Brian said sounding a little smug, deservedly so.
    “No extra credit since you enjoyed it as much as I did,” I replied, remembering the weekend on the houseboat Brian rented. I can’t even think about boats without my cock getting stiff.
    “And then tonight makes four.”
    “Except in my fantasy we didn’t fail the mission and we played a lot more. We had just gotten down on the grass and the first thing you said to me was about how my outfit was flaming and to turn it inside out. In my fantasy, we got the information we needed and then fucked in a ventilation shaft or in some hiding place.”
    “Wait, let me make sure I understand this. Because we only made it to the backyard