Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is in no way based on actual people.
Any similarities between the characters and real persons is completely coincidental.
The Spider-Man characters are sole property of Marvel. This story depicts sexual acts
between men and both protected and unprotected acts of sexual intercourse.
Though you should always practice safe sex. Those who are disturbed by this and/or
are under the age of 18 should go do something else. I would love some feedback, email@example.com.
Note: I am basing my characters off of the Spider-Man cartoons from the 90s
since I went on Spider-Man binge recently. Why J. Jonah
Jameson you ask?? Why not??
tell me you wouldn't wanna get into his pants >=D
Bedding with J. Jonah
Jameson Part 1
It's been six months since I joined the Bugle and not a day
goes by that I regret doing so. It has its perks sure, I get into swanky
parties, get caught up in the most exciting events of the day, see JJ loose his
top repeatedly (if he's not already yelling at me) and the pay isn't half bad
either. So why do I regret it?? J. Jonah Jameson. The man is a
walking time bomb I'm surprised the friggin' paper
even runs, but he does have the chops to run this hell-hole. Uh-oh here comes
his latest victim, okay latest doesn't cut it what I should have said is repeat
victim. PeterParker, Spider-man photojournalist extraordinaire and JJ's
favourite punching bag.Ahhhh the sound of JJ
yelling at someone other than me is so relaxing I could get used to it.
"GET YOUR KEESTER IN HERE!" JJ hollered at me as he slammed
the door shut again. Oh great, what did I do this time?? I knew it was too good
to be true. I opened the door and was greeted with a jet-engine roar from JJ.
"This is the BEST you can do Parker? I'm surprised I still
pay you, you talentless clown!!" JJ continued, like a
steamroller over CrissAngel.
"Pay me? I can't remember the last time you paid well enough
for the shots I bring in JJ!" Parker retorted, he was
a feisty one that sarcastic wit has shut down JJ's
mental presses more than once.
"Why I oughta ... you know what
Parker? Consider yourself of the Hardy Ball, kid you're coming with me tomorrow
night!" JJ yelled still slightly red from the tongue lashing Parker had laid
out on him.
"Say what?? Sure JJ anythin' you
want!!" I replied quickly before he changed his mind. I felt sorry for taking
Parker's gig but hey I got bills to pay too! I snuck out quickly before JJ
remembered what he was gonna yell at me for, not without
taking a dirty look from Parker. The Hardy Ball was gonna
be HUGE!!!! Everyone's gonna be there, and I was
tagging along with the best of them. JJ may not be very well liked in the
office, but the social elite had him at all the events from the money he made
of off chumps like me. He was also a very good looking man so many of the
women, like AnastasiaHardy,
invited him to their soirees.
Ok good looking was an understatement, JJ was a hot
motherfucker!!! It may have only been six months since I joined the Bugle but
I've had quite a bit of time with JJ. In my first month Doc Ock
crashed JJ's party and flung him after JJ decided to
tell him off. Not a smart idea! He woulda sailed over
the railing of his balcony had I not been there to catch him. Ok I didn't
really catch him, he just collided with me while I
clicked shots of Spidey swinging in to save the day ...
or the party. JJ was out cold and weighed a fuckin'
ton! I shoved him off (with much difficulty, mind you I was trying to get shots
of the action), and carried him outta harms way
(which wasn't very easy either). Which JJ conveniently doesn't remember ... ass!!
But when I pushed him offa
me I got to feel him up and the man was a solid brick wall. For a man his age
he was built like a brick shithouse!!!! His firm pecs
gave slightly as I heaved him off me, his back was rippled with muscle and his
thighs were amazingly thick and strong. As I carried him, I could feel my
muscles scream he musta weighed at least 220lbs and
at 6'1" he carried that weight well. Let's not forget about his hair, oh my
god!! When Doc Ock hammered JJ into clueless ole me
he ripped the front of JJ's Armani suit and shirt.
His chest was covered with the thickest forest of salt and pepper hair that I
had ever seen. That was what the give was when I felt his chest that soft mat
of fur. I had seen some hairy bears in my 22 years, but J. Jonah Jameson took
the fucking cake. Thank God he was out cold I popped the biggest boner ever!!
Ok let's talk about me, since you're all probably wondering
"Who the hell is the annoying brat??!" My name is A.JBenjamin, shortened so that people don't
stumble and fall over my hard-to-pronounce Indian name. I ain't
ashamed of it; I just hate it when people mispronounce it.
I just turned 22 and all my work at the local
Toronto paper had paid off big time
when I applied for a job with The Daily Bugle. Thankfully I got RobbieRobertson to interview me and I got hired
and made the move to NYC. I had just graduated from a business Bachelor's but
my love for photography prevailed. I was in shape having played cricket and
tennis all my life. I stood at a solid 5'10" and weighed in at 235lbs. Think
that's a mismatch, think again I was pretty solid from my gym-bunny days in
high school. I was the biggest (weight-wise) and most powerful player on the
school tennis circuit. My Indian genes granted me jet black eyes and hair that
covered 95% of my body. My chin was duly adorned with a thick beard when I hit
17. The rest you'll find out soon enough, now back to my story.
The Hardy Ball was massive, the crème de la crème of the New
York elite were there and I wasted no time earning my
pay and taking a few shots of JJ in his gorgeous fitted suit for myself. I
quietly made my way over to the bar and quickly downed a whisky to get myself
prepped for the rest of the evening. Felicia Hardy was looking amazing as ever,
but I'm not a blonde fan, and look who she's got hanging off her arm good old
Parker. I heard that they went to ESU together didn't know that they were this
close though. I floated around the room taking more shots that would please JJ
and keep him from bursting my eardrums tomorrow.
"Benjamin!! Get over here and
take a picture of me with Mr.Fisk!"
JJ bellowed as he shook hands with a giant of a man. WilsonFisk, humanitarian and billionaire, towered
over Jameson as he laughed at my plight. I sauntered over and
took a few shots of JJ and his behemoth friend to please my boss, and then got
lost in the crowd once more. I weaved, maneuvered and clicked my way through
the crowd, I even got some numbers from some pretty
ladies. My glasses always made the ladies weak in the knees for some reason,
guess the dorks do get some once in a while. After
dinner was announced I ran into the restroom quickly to get rid of the three
whiskeys that had made their way into my system. As luck would have it JJ was
there, greaaaaaat like I needed to see him now! I
walked over to the urinals where JJ was standing and took up my position two
urinals over from him. He stood there with his left hand on his hip, right hand
holding his cock and his eyes shut and slightly tilted up. I tried to sneak a
peek but the partitions seemed to get in the way, fuck! Just as I drained my
lizard, JJ zipped up and noticed me. He nodded to me and quickly I stuffed my
semi-hard cock back into my pants and hurried on over to the sink. We finished
washing our hands and were about to make small talk when a huge tremor rocked
the building. Highly confused we both dashed out to the banquet hall only to
find an enormous hole in the ceiling and rubble all over the place. There in
the centre of the panicked crowd stood Doc Ock 5 ft
in the air balanced like an acrobat on his metallic tentacles. Instinctively I
reached for my camera and started clicking away as the not-so-good doctor made
his way through the mayhem and in one pass of his tentacles scooped FeliciaHardy. But he didn't have any time to laugh
as Spider-Man came swinging down and knocked him across the room. Felicia
dropped to the floor and slowly made her way out with the crowd. As Doc Ock crashed into the wall his tentacles flailed to steady
himself and in the process sent giant pieces of the rubble flying. One piece
had the misfortune of flying our way, I ducked out of its path but JJ got
clipped as he ducked and dropped like a pile of fresh newspapers. I quickly got
up and dragged JJ towards the other staircases near the washrooms, but ducked
into a small room that was on the way. Spider-Man had somehow managed to bring
his fight closer to us and I tried my level best to get out of the way with the
comatose JJ. I managed to put JJ safely in the room, but as Doc Ock ripped out another pillar to throw at the web slinger
and another piece of the ceiling came down and conveniently knocked me out.
Great, now I won't get any shots and will definitely have JJ on my case was all
I could think before seeing black.
I don't know how long I was out for, but I woke up in a haze
of pain. The throbbing in my head made my vision all fuzzy, and somehow made me
delirious. The last I remember is dragging good old JJ into a sideroom at the banquet hall, now I'm in a posh bedroom.
The New York skyline shimmered
through the immense windows and classy art pieces hung on the walls. A sharp
smell caught my attention, Cubans and really good ones at that. I fumbled on
the night table next to the bed that I lay on for my glasses. I slipped them on
and got acquainted with the lighting and stumbled out of the bed and towards
the door. Turns out it didn't lead out but into the bathroom and a gorgeous
sight awaited me there. There exuding magnificence stood J. Jonah Jameson. The
bathroom was huge too and at the washbasin stood a shirtless JJ, the thick salt
and pepper hair covered his chest and made its way upto
his shoulders. The thick forearms also had a nice covering of fur. His back was
well muscled and tapered down into blue silk pajamas as JJ looked intensely
into the mirror examining a slight bump on his head. At the sound of the door
he whirled around and looked right at me. Between those gorgeous lips hung a
half smoked cigar that was the origin of the smoke I had smelled earlier.
"Finally awake eh Benjamin?"
he said taking a deep draw on his cigar. He let out the smoke in a fine stream
out of the other corner of his mouth.
"Where am I JJ ... ah ... Mr.Jameson??" I mumbled slightly confounded by
the gorgeous bear of a boss that was standing in front of me and genuinely
confused as to what hospital we were in.
"Where else you buffoon, you're in my apartment!" he chuckled
as he walked towards me. His chiseled shoulders, chest and arms mesmerized me
with each movement he made, and unabashedly I stared at this mature, hairy
Adonis before me.
"How did I get here? What happened to Doc Ock
and Spider-Man? Where's my camera??" I said in a panicked tone as I set off to
hunt for my camera in this massive apartment.
"Calm down, kid. It's in the living room, you did well to not
break it when you passed out otherwise you could have kissed your job goodbye."
He replied chuckling at my sudden frantic scramble.
"Oh ... how did I get here though Mr.Jameson?" I said after stopping in the
bedroom. I turned around to face him as he followed me back into the bedroom
and for the first time took a look at him below the waist. His silk pajama hung
loosely about him, but it still couldn't hide that obscene bulge. I quickly
looked back up at his face as he raised an eyebrow at me.
"I brought you here, how else? When I woke up I found you out
cold and draped across my body. I moved you, with much difficulty I add you
really need to cut down on those donuts. By the time I fully realized what had
happened, the medics were swarming over us. I was treated and I got you treated
there too, thankfully you had nothing serious and I had my driver bring us here
since I don't know where you live." He rattled off with a hint of
self-righteousness in his voice.
"Uhh ... thank you sir. Guess I
should get going then." Was all I could say. He had
brought me back to his house and now I was lying in his bed??? What was going
"Going? HAH!! Where would you go dressed like that??" He
barked at me through his deep, throaty laugh. I looked down at myself and found
myself dressed in nothing but my boxer briefs. In my confusion I hadn't even
noticed that I had been stripped down to my undies.
With a jump I covered myself up and blushed (as best as my tanned skin would
allow me) as I felt the beginnings of a hard-on. He extinguished his cigar in a
nearby crystal ashtray and moved past me, his arm brushing against mine on the
way to his dresser. I sank back onto the bed and watched as he rummaged around
in his drawers, my cock grew stiffer by the minute.
"Just stay the night kid, it'll be
easier in the morning." He said finally as he turned back to the bed. "The
couch is all yours in the living room but don't even think about touching the
TV! On second thought you should sleep in here I've got too many things out
there that are valuable and I don't need you groping them."
Whoa! Did I just hear right, I was gonna
be sleeping in the same bed as JJ????? This has to be some sort of delusion
brought on by that knock to the head.
... I don't mind going home it's not that late." I said tentatively.
"Not that late?! It's nearly !! I don't want you sleeping in tomorrow you
gotta be at work at 9:30 and this way I can make sure
your lazy ass gets there!" he said as he made his way towards the bed. "Now
move your ass to the other side, I sleep here." With that command he slumped
down onto the bed as I quickly scooted over and watched this mature hunk (that
was also my boss) lie down next to me. I looked at his prostrate form and let
my eyes cover every aspect of his body. His muscles rippled under the forest of
salt and pepper chest hair. He was even hairier than I was, and I'm considered
a bear even at 22, though he didn't have any on his back I'm almost positive he
would have a neatly furred ass that I would give anything to munch on. Under
all that hair I could make out that his stomach wasn't as ripped as the rest of
his body, all those parties were affecting him, but who am I to complain I love
a man with a belly. He rested that hot head of his on his arms exposing even
hairier armpits and the musk from there was intoxicating. My eyes made their
way past his hairy chest and rested on that magnificent lump that almost tented
his silk pajamas. This man was a giant among men!! I could see the faint
outline of a thick cock resting on monster sized nuts it must have been at
least 6.5 inches soft from my estimation.
"Something wrong kid??" he barked waking me from my reverie.
"Uh nothing Mr.Jameson sir.
Goodnight!" I stammered as I looked over at him and lay down on my side with my
back facing him. My hard-on would have ripped through my boxer briefs if I
slept on my back. I looked at him and smiled slightly as he scowled and closed
his eyes. He clapped twice and the lights went off and darkness covered us in
its gentle blanket. I slipped my glasses onto the night table and almost
immediately passed out, the throbbing in my head still hadn't faded and I'm
sure it was the same for JJ.