Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2009 17:32:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Astonishing Sex Men

	It was no secret. Northstar wanted Bobby. Iceman. Northstar liked
the "boy next door" type.
	Bobby liked something else. Northstart wasn't his type. Bobby
didn't like them thin, and fast. Bobby wasn't into that look, and Bobby
didn't think Northstar was up for it.
	Iceman liked his men to be able to stand up to his powers in
bed. Bobby could ice up, and extend. He could take it just as rough, too.
	Bobby lusted after Peter; just his type, but Peter just wasn't that
kind of man. Kitty, Kitty, Kitty...as if that metaphor for pussy hadn't
been done to death.
	The Beast was big and burly, again, Bobby's type, but Hank could
never shut up during sex. Iceman turned to soft ice cream listening to
trigonometry equations. So he stopped watching the camera in Hank's room
when he had women over. Straight anyway.
	Scott. Pussy-whipped. Bobby figured Jean was a dominatrix.
	He and Warren had messed around when they first met at the Academy,
Warren was vain, a stereo-typical pretty boy. He'd dumped Bobby to pursue
Scott's brother; that didn't last.
	Eventually, along came Logan.
	The drool froze as it ran down Bobby's cheeks. Rough, tumble,
arrogant, burly, and able to take and give it equally.
	Logan wasn't interested. At first. But Bobby was patient. He always
had been. It paid off.
	Jean rejected Logan, and Logan usually sought solitude for solace,
but he was horny, and the women were an hour away.
	The door slammed open to Bobby's bedroom, and the scent of Logan
was upon him in a second. Logan bit into Bobby's neck as he iced up the
feral man's nips, then twisted.
	Bobby iced up completely, extending his cold cock until it jammed
up Logan's hairy tailend, receiving a howl of delight.
	"Damn, boy! Don't be gentle. You can tear me a new one. I'll grow
back," Logan snarled in Bobby's icy ear, which he then bit off and chewed,
and swallowed.
	Bobby iced a new one into place.
	"It's about time, fucker," Bobby growled back, sharpening his arm
to ice blades, and flexing them up the front of Logan, shaving a path from
navel to neck, hair flying everywhere.
	Bobby kept icing Logan's nubs, as his Wolverine cock rubbed against
Bobby's chilly torso.
	"Ride my frozen popsicle, Logan. Yeah, grind on that fuck-stick,
bitch," Bobby shouted.
	"Come on, boy. Rip me a new one. Make me feel it!" Logan shouted in
his gravely diction.
	Bobby started cracking his icy cock, forming icy shards and spikes,
truly ripping Logan the new one he craved.
	"Fuck, Bobby!" Logan screamed, riding the icy shaft harder.
	Bobby increased the girth of his shaft as Logan rode it. The
muscled, hairy short hero slid his middle claw out on each hand, and
started etching Bobby's below-freezing nips.
	"Get off my cock and get it down your throat, you nasty bitch,"
Bobby growled, bucking Logan's hirsute haunches off his cock, and shoving
Logan's face toward his crotch.
	"Your funeral, cold boy," Logan chuckled, swallowing Bobby's
battering ram to the root.
	"Fuck that shit, `Wild Child'," Bobby shot back, extending his
icicle through the back of Logan's head.
	Logan groaned, pulled his head off the icicle and took a few
seconds to regenerate.
 	"Nice one," he grinned through his sharp teeth, then starting at
the tip of bobby's dick, he began chewing the ice all the way down to
Iceman's crystal family jewels.
	"Yeah, eat that cock, fucker," Bobby exclaimed, grinding his crotch
into Logan's face.
	"Grow it back, stud. I'm still hungry."
	Bobby iced it up again and again, Logan chewed it down to nothing,
crunching it up in his canine-like teeth.
	"Snikt me, Logan. I can take it," Iceman ordered, holding Logan's
head to his crotch while leaning back, and lifting and spreading his legs,
exposing his frozen tundra.
	Logan kept his mouth nawing Bobby's crotch while he positioned his
fist to Bobby's backdoor.
	SNIKT!!!
	The middle claw sprung out, impaling the human ice cube, pieces of
ice flying.
	"Fuck yeah, you nasty animal," Bobby called out, pushing onto the
claw.
	Logan retracted and spring the claw again. And again. And again.
	Bobby screamed out, nasty, foul names and language. Logan ground
his teeth, keeping Bobby's cock short and penetrating his hole.
	With his other middle claw, Logan went back to flicking away
Bobby's pecs.
	"You need a collar, Logan," Bobby groaned. "Tie you up."
	"You need a curling iron. Or better yet, that flame-throwing looser
from the Brotherhood."
	"He's too girly, trust me. Flame-throws in less than five minutes
everytime."
	"Damn."
	I'm going to cum, Logan. Pull off," Bobby warned.
	"Boy, I can take it," Logan growled from Bobby's crotch.
	Ice spikes started shooting through Logan's skull. One came through
an eye socket, sticking into the wall.
	Bobby finished and Logan leaned back, his healing factor kicking
in.
	"My turn. Turn that head human, Bobby," He ordered, pulling Bobby's
head into his hairy crotch, Iceman's lips wrapping around the Wolverine
dong.
	Bobby gulped down every drop of feral fuel, licking his lips and
lingering on the cock, working everything out.
	"Knew you'd be up for it," Bobby winked, turning all man.
	"You call me Wild Child again, and we'll see about that, boy."
	"Bitch."
	Bobby winked at Logan.
	"Stay human, Bobby. I don't feel like sleeping alone tonight."

The end

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