Men of Steel

by Ryan Loveless

  “Victor, baby, just relax. Let an old pro show you how it’s done.”

  The wide-eyed blink he gave me in reply was freaking adorable, but I wasn’t in the mood to admire his boyishly innocent confusion. Time was short, and I had far more interesting things to occupy my last moments of life. I eased us back into the kiss, sucking gently on Victor’s lower lip until he opened up to me on a sweet moan. Sealing my lips to his, I thrust my tongue slowly into his mouth and showed him the proper way to French kiss.

  The taste of a lingering hint of spinach sparked my guilt, but the unique flavor that was Victor’s alone overwhelmed everything else. I inhaled deeply, letting the scent of aftershave and warm skin fill my senses. He released a shuddery groan as I began to suck gently on his tongue and, suddenly, I found myself crushed against his broad chest.

  “Easy,” I whispered, struggling to move my arms from where he had pinned them to my sides with the force of his embrace. Finally, I managed to maneuver them so that my hands could reach beneath him and grab his gorgeous ass. I squeezed the firm mounds and added my own pleased hum to the sound of another of those lovely whimpers.

  “Steve,” Victor rasped. “I wanna—” Too embarrassed to finish his thought, Victor buried his face in the curve of my neck. I had my suspicions and confirmed them by reaching one hand between his long legs. I smiled as I found what I’d been seeking. Whoa, mama! The size of the bulge prompted me to release an animalistic growl. Victor bucked with a sharp gasp as I began to massage his massive erection through his pants, pressing against the warm length with firm strokes.

  “I know, baby. Shhhh. Trust me, I wanna too.” I knew that Victor wasn’t a complete novice. After all, the whole reason he’d been avoiding the attraction between us for so long was because of those youthful encounters that had shown him what would happen if he indulged his baser instincts. But the time for caution had passed, and I was determined to show him how adults played together. When I was done with him, he wouldn’t even remember that adolescent hand job.

  I sought out his mouth again, drinking in the delicious little mewls he made as I fondled him. Sitting beside him as I was, the angle was a bit awkward, but I managed to unfasten the button at his waist and lower his zipper so that his pants fell open. Taking advantage of the convenience slit in his briefs, I dove right in and filled my hand with his large, throbbing cock.

  “Ah, Steve! Fuck!”

  I laughed, ever amused by the incongruity of America’s most famous boy scout talking dirty. “Oh, yeah, baby,” I murmured. “Soon. Most definitely.” I kissed him hard then, working his arousal with my hand until he was sobbing into my mouth from the pleasure of it. As a moan caught in Victor’s throat, I groaned, my own neglected cock throbbing in response. I could imagine the dark spot of moisture that was spreading out on the front of my pants, and I fumbled with my fly awkwardly using my free hand. I groaned happily when I succeeded in freeing myself, but didn’t give in to the temptation to grab my cock and ease the ache. Instead, I took my lust out on Victor, determined to show him the proper way to manhandle another guy’s tool.

  “You like that?” I crooned. Whimpering, the motion of Victor’s hips quickened to keep pace with my hand. “Tell me, baby. Tell me that you like the feel of my hand on your dick.”

  “Unngh! Yeah, I like it. Oh, God, Steve.” I flicked my tongue across Victor’s cheek and could feel the heat of his blush. The salty tang of his sweat was better than a margarita. “Please, don’t stop!”

  So, of course, that’s precisely what I did.

  “Steve!”

  I chuckled at his indignant shout and soothed him by stroking my thumb over his parted lips. “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet. I just don’t want you to come too soon.”

  I could feel Victor’s pout against my fingers. “But I want to.”

  It was a damn good thing that he didn’t know how that naughty boy act of his affected me, or he’d have me even more whipped than he already did. I kissed his pout away, taking advantage of the way his lower lip was thrust forward by nibbling on it. Holding onto his shoulders for balance, I lay back, pulling Victor with me until he was sprawled half across my chest. Once he was settled, I slid my hands down his long torso and passed his waist, pushing his pants and briefs down until they were below the curve of his ass.

  The coolness of the air against his bare skin must have caught Victor’s attention, because he raised his head and looked at me, his gaze full of uncertainty. “Um, are you sure this is a good idea?” He glanced over his shoulder toward where the outside wall had once stood. “I mean, those things are still out there.”

  Pulling his head back down, I silenced him with a kiss, stopping only when he was squirming against me, trying to get some relief by humping my leg. I placed my hands on either side of his head and moved him back slightly. “I’m sure,” I growled. “Now, take off your pants.”

  I had always presented myself as an easygoing sort of guy, so this was the first time Victor had ever heard that note of command in my voice. Though ordinarily he would have protested my bossiness, this new hornier version complied eagerly. I glanced down his body as he struggled to kick off the offending garments without moving from where he hovered over me. The sight of his long brown legs was partially obscured by the lack of light, and I soundly cursed the darkness. But I could just make out his cock where it bobbed below the hem of his shirt, and my curiosity peaked as he finally managed to extract his last foot from his pants leg. Planting my hands on his hips I pulled, silently urging him to crawl up toward me.

  “Steve? What are you doing?”

  Instead of answering, I positioned him until he was right where I wanted him, his hips level with my face. Now that I could see him more clearly, I took a moment to admire the work of art that was Victor Ramirez’s cock. It was, as expected, stupendous. Long and thick, it rose from the nest of dark curls at his groin and stuck nearly straight up so that it slapped against his taut belly. A prominent vein stretched down the entire length, throbbing in time to the rapid beat of his pulse. The bulbous head was dark, flushed with the blood that pumped through him and created the erect masterpiece that I was ogling. A single bead of precome had appeared at the slit in the head, and the sight of it set me to drooling.

  “Steve?” he repeated, and by way of a response, I lifted my head from the floor and licked him from root to tip before taking the tip of his cock between my lips. “Nnngh!”

  “Mmmm,” I answered, my eyes closed in bliss as I pursed my lips around him.

  “Oh, my God!”

  Thus went the extent of our conversation as I sucked on him with slowly building pressure, giving him a chance to get used to the sensation before I drew him in in earnest. I traced around the head of his cock with my tongue, savoring the feel of the pulsing vein and the surprisingly sweet taste of the fluid that leaked ever more copiously from the opening of his turgid arousal.

  “Ahh, Steve, that feels so good.”

  “Mmooph?”

  “No, not just good. It feels amazing!”

  I smiled around his cock, amused that he had been able to understand me. I was glad for the clarification. If it only felt good then I wasn’t doing it right. And to prove the point, I reached behind him and flicked my fingers lightly against his dangling balls.

  “Unnngh!”

  His reaction was everything I could have wished for. Startled by the unexpected sensation, Victor thrust his hips forward and drove his hard cock straight down my throat.

  “Ggghh!” I choked as the solid length of flesh cut off my ability to breathe. But I had gotten just what I wanted, and it was only a moment before I had adjusted, relaxing my throat to accommodate his impressive girth.

  “Oh, shit, Steve! I’m sorry!”

  Victor immediately tried to push himself away, obviously worried that he was strangling me, but I was having none of that. With a strength fueled by lust and wet dreams fulfilled at long last, I slapped my hands against his ass and pu
lled him forward until he was right back where he belonged.

  “Steve, ahhh! No, don’t, you’ll hurt yourself!”

  “Mmmm mmm.” Mumbling incoherent reassurance, I relaxed my grip, letting him try to move away again before I pulled his hips back toward me. It took a few more rounds of this back and forth before Victor finally got the hint. Eventually, he was shifting his hips of his own accord, thrusting his cock in and out of my throat as he fucked my mouth. How many times had I dreamed of doing this with him? More than I could possibly count, and damn if it wasn’t better than my wildest fantasies. But then again, I hadn’t known just how thick he’d be, or how delicious he would taste. And I never could have predicted those sweet whimpers that spilled from his lips in time with the motion of his hips. It was somewhere between a moan and a sob and it shot straight to my own rigid cock.

  Suddenly needing to see his face, I opened my eyes and tilted my head back as best as I could without letting him leave my mouth. Fortunately, his own head was down, dangling between his arms, his expression beautifully tortured as he watched me suck him off. Our gazes met, and I smiled wickedly around his length. A full body shudder moved through Victor as I dragged my tongue slowly up the swollen vein that had plumped his cock near to bursting.

  His dick was fairly drooling at this point, and I figured that any minute now I would be able to savor my first taste of the fine wine that was Victor’s release. But the man was always surprising me at the most unexpected moments, and this time was no exception. I felt him jerk back against my grip, and before I could take a firmer hold on his hips, he had spun himself around so that he was face-to-face with my own throbbing cock.

  “Mmiffkor!”

  A muffled shout of his name was all I could manage when he took me deep into his supposedly untutored throat, the ease with which he swallowed me making me doubt my assumption that he had never done this before. I sucked on him as he sucked on me, and suddenly we were in a game of 69 chicken! Who would give in first? Who was strong enough to withstand such a glorious assault? Inquiring minds surely wanted to know. Well, it wouldn’t be me who lost. Oh no, I had plans for my cherry boy, and a soft cock didn’t factor into them.

  But, fuck me, Victor’s mouth felt amazing! He was sloppy as hell about the whole process, licking up and down my length and letting my dick pop out of his mouth to trail against his cheek as he went. I could just image the gleaming wetness on his face, left there by the combination of his spit and the precome that welled from me in a tiny little river of anticipation. The image in my mind’s eye nearly did me in. I could feel myself starting to go, so I did what I always did when I was in imminent danger of defeat. I cheated.

  “Steve! Fuuuck!”

  A brush of my finger against Victor’s puckered, unexplored hole was all it took to send him over the edge. His cock pulsed spastically against my tongue as it flooded my mouth with his delicious essence. Damn if the man didn’t taste like freaking Rocky Road ice cream! How that was possible, my sex-fried brain wasn’t up to the task of figuring out. All I knew was that it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. The thought that this might be the first and last time I did so was enough to bring me to tears. It made me even more determined not to die before I had fully showed Victor just how much I loved him.

  “Come on, baby, I need you to turn around.” Once I’d milked the last yummy drops from him, Victor had collapsed on top of me, the side of his face resting on my thigh. The soft puffs of his breath tickled against my twitching arousal, and I was desperate to move things along before the moment was forever lost to me.

  Struggling as though someone had placed a heavy weight on his back, Victor heaved himself up and did as I asked. Moving him was like maneuvering a marionette whose strings had been cut, and I experienced a moment of pride at having wrung him out to this degree with a mere blow job. Eventually I had him where I wanted him: straddling my hips, with my cock aimed right up at his virgin entrance. I would have preferred doing this with me on top, but my swollen ankle was aching to high heaven, and I knew that position was beyond me at the moment. Victor was a bright boy, however, so it didn’t take long for him to figure out what I wanted. Breathing heavily, Victor met my gaze and held it as he lowered himself onto my cock.

  God, he was tight! My dick still glistened with Victor’s saliva, but I was worried that it wouldn’t be enough. Unfortunately, I didn’t have anything with me to make things easier on him. He inhaled sharply as the head of my cock broke through the tight ring of muscle that guarded his chastity. I caressed his bare thighs with my hands, soothing and encouraging him as I resisted the need to push my hips upward and bury myself as deeply in him as I could. New rule: always carry lube!

  “Careful,” I warned, not wanting him to hurt himself. “Go slow.” Victor nodded and eased himself down onto my cock. I swear I saw stars as his hot passage clenched around me, massaging every inch as he swallowed me up. “Damn, baby!”

  “Nngh, yeah!”

  I echoed his cry, thinking that it just about summed up the moment perfectly. I hadn’t fucked a virgin in ages, and I’d forgotten just how amazing an untouched ass could feel. The fluttering uncertainty of those novice walls, the greedy heat, the wet suction of the juices that flowed down my shaft….

  Wet suction? What the hell?

  “Victor, why in the world are you dripping wet?”

  Caught somewhere on a plane of carnal enjoyment, it took a moment before Victor realized that I was talking to him. His mocha gaze was dazed as he looked down at me, struggling to decipher my meaning. “What, is that strange?”

  I knew full well that Victor had graduated from high school, meaning that he had taken at least one biology course in his life. Then again, it was doubtful that your average secondary school covered gay male anal play in lab class. “Well, yeah!” I sputtered, trying to explain why I was so nonplussed. “Guys don’t get wet. That’s why they invented lube.”

  Victor blinked. “Um, you mean human guys.”

  I froze for a second at the nonchalant statement before laughing my head off. God, I could be such a doofus sometimes. Of course; Victor wasn’t human. Meaning that it wasn’t uncommon for males from whatever the hell planet he was from to self-lubricate during sex. Just one more reason that the destruction of his home world was an unforgivable tragedy. Realizing that I’d make the connection, Victor grinned down at me and then blew my mind by raising himself slightly before lowering down until his ass cheeks met my thighs.

  I didn’t last long after that. The visual of Victor fucking himself with my cock, his head thrown back in enjoyment, his beautiful lips parted as he moaned and breathed—in an instant I was a goner. With a groan that shook me to my bones, I felt my balls tighten, and then I was shooting into the man I loved with a force that threatened to turn me inside out. The world shattered around me, the blood roared in my ears, and a bright light flashed, the intensity enough to blind me….

  When I could finally see again, I realized that it hadn’t all been a metaphor. The flash had been real, and I blinked as I saw El Magnifico standing before me in his all-powerful glory. His costume, which I had always gotten a kick out of, was fashioned in the colors of the Mexican flag. His mom had made it; her little joke on the American gringos. I had to agree with her. It was hilarious given public sentiment regarding foreigners that the ultimate American hero was an immigrant raised by immigrants. When he was Victor Ramirez, the outfit remained hidden in some sort of space-time warp. Victor had tried to explain to me once how it all worked, but I had glazed over at the first mention of the phrase “inter-dimensional wormhole.” After that I didn’t hear much, preferring to enjoy the sight of Victor’s handsome face as he slipped into professor mode.

  “Vic—El Magnifico? But, how is this possible?”

  He glanced down at me, his gaze full of that self-assured focus he gained whenever his alter ego appeared. “It was you. When you came inside of me, I felt my powers return.”

  I stared a
t him for a long moment, my jaw agape at that unlikely bit of information. “So, what, you’re saying that my spunk healed you?” When his gaze narrowed in prudish disapproval at my crude synopsis, I started laughing uncontrollably. “I can just see the headline now: Horny Reporter Saves the World!” Tears sprang to my eyes as I guffawed, but El Magnifico interrupted my merriment with a sharp clearing of his throat.

  “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that no one must ever hear about any of this.” And, of course, by no one, he especially meant his parents.

  “Aww, but it’s such a great story—”

  “Not. One. Word.” A gaze brighter than any laser beam bore into me, until I nodded sheepishly in agreement. “Now,” he commanded, “wait here.”

  With that he was gone, blasting out through the rubble that was once my condo with the ease of a knife cutting through butter. I coughed and waved my hand to clear the mini dust cloud he raised with his dramatic exit. Dragging my injured limb behind me, I scooted over to the new hole in the wall and looked up at the sky just in time to see El Magnifico fly up to the huge spaceship. I was still in my post-sex happy place, and the sight of my lover being all badass was enough to make my toes curl anew.

  “You wanted El Magnifico? Well, here I am.” He was amplifying his voice with his super lungs so the entire city could hear him.

  “At last, you show your face, coward.” Every laser turret on the ship angled so that they were pointed at the hovering super being. “And now, you will meet your doom!”

  I stared in horror as the lasers shot off in unison, the eye-searing brilliance obliterating my view of El Magnifico. Surely even he couldn’t stand against the combined might of all that firepower. “Victor,” I whispered, a burning pain swelling in my chest at the unbearable thought that I might have lost him even after everything we’d just shared. But when the smoke cleared, he was still there, arms crossed over his massive chest, hovering before the giant ship in a posture of sublime, cocksure self-confidence.