Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2020 00:13:47 -0500
From: Alpha Blue <pupbluepgh@gmail.com>
Subject: The Tales of Gay Comic Geek

The following is a fanfic of a person who cosplays as Gay Comic Geek, who
you can easily find on social medias. It was written with his blessing,
and some input pre-writing. His input was expected post-writing, however
I haven't been able to get that, so here is the story as written so far.
I am currently unsure if I will write any further chapters.

"Oof," I said out loud as I bumped into the wall. Ok, maybe i was a
little too intoxicated to be walking home instead of grabbing an uber,
but i couldn't stand to be standing outside that bar. The guy i'd been
hitting on all night - Tyler I think his name was - decided to go home
with another guy right at the end of the night. We were sitting next to
each other at the bar and started chatting. After a few drinks we started
getting handsy. First his hand was on my thigh, then gradually moved
further up. When he leaned in to say something over the loud music, he
grabbed my package in a way I wasn't quite expecting, but definitely
enjoyed.


A bit later I excused myself to the bathroom, and before the piss even
started flying I realized he was at the stall next to me. He looked over
and gave me a smirk, glancing downward. His own cock was out, but he
wasn't there to piss - he was giving it a full tugs, and it was looking
good. He held it out as if inviting, and I grabbed a handful of it. Damn
was he thick. Some others started making their way into the bar, so we
had to zip up. Once back at the bar we were clearly very into each other.
A few more drinks went between us and he offered to have me back to his
place. I said sure, I just wanted a few more drinks before we left, and
he agreed. I excused myself to the bathroom - but this time, he didn't
follow me.


When I came back, another guy was in my seat next to him at the bar, and
they were chatting away. I approached and asked for my seat back, which
the guy obliged, but didn't leave. He was introduced as Adam, a friend
of Tyler's. They talked and laughed about stuff I didn't know, and I
kinda just faded into the background. Adam indicated he was leaving, and
Tyler asked if he could come along. Clearly these two knew each other
well. Tyler obliged, then seemed to remember he had made plans with me.
He said he and Adam needed to catch up but we could swap numbers. I took
his, but let's be honest...i wasn't gonna be texting him. They were
standing outside waiting for an Uber when I stepped out to call one, a
little too into each other to notice I was there.


Anyway. Rather than stand around and watch, I decided to walk the mile
home. It was a few miles from the bar, and I usually walked there, then
got a ride home. It was about 1 AM, and I was walking briskly in the
slightly cool evening. I had my head down not really paying attention,
when a noise broke me out of my trance. I looked up and realized i was in
a block i wasn't super familiar with...in a neighborhood that wasn't
too great. As I neared the next corner I looked up for the street
sign...145th. Hmm, I should have turned about 8 blocks ago. How long had
I not been paying attention?


I looked to my left and evaluated if I should turn now or backtrack a
bit. The street wasn't too well lit, but it didn't seem too bad. I
decided I would just walk this way rather than take even more time back
tracking. It was already after 130. I walked a block or two, still
keeping to myself but paying better attention to where the fuck i was
going. Three guys, all appearing to be in their early 20s, were on the
other side of the street. About the time they were directly across the
street from me, I heard it. "Hey Faggot!" I did my best not to react
but my head still perked up at the word. I guess my short shorts and
pastel colored tank top might have been a bit of a give away. I continued
walking , doing my best to ignore them, but i was pretty sure out of the
corner of my eye I could see them crossing the street. "I said, hey
faggot!" they were definitely closer now. I turned slightly to see them
from the corner of my eye, trying to pick up the pace. I grabbed my
phone, ready to call 911 if I needed to.


I felt a force shove me from behind. I stumbled, but didn't fall over,
but I had to stop to catch myself. As I stood up all three of them
surrounded me in a half circle, my back against a building. I didn't
have an escape. "I don't want any trouble," I heard myself say. My
adrenaline was definitely pumping. I was fumbling with my phone in my
hand, trying to hit the emergency call button without them noticing.
"Too bad, faggot. You don't belong here." said the one in the middle.
They were all decently muscular. Now, I'm no slouch; I work out 5 days a
week. I'm 5'11 and have a decent build, but i wasn't taking on all 3
of these guys at once. "Look, you can have my wallet, my phone, whatever
you want it's yours, just please don't hurt me." "we don't want any
of your shit. Faggots like you are disgusting," said the guy towards my
left. I turned to say something to him when it happened. THWACK. On the
right side of my face, something hit me, hard. I didn't fall over, but I
was seeing stars, and I was half leaned against the building trying to
keep myself upright. THWACK. I took another hit, this time on the left
side of my head. This one knocked me over. Fuck, this is how its gonna
end, I thought. They closed in on me, the one in the middle giving me a
kick to the stomach as I balled up to try to protect myself. I took
another hit to the head, and was trying just to protect myself but i felt
like i was starting to lose consciousness.


THWACK. I heard another one, but didn't feel anything this time. Was I
so out of it that I couldn't feel it anymore? "What the?!" I heard one
of them yell, followed by a yelp. Things started to go black for me.
Fuck, am i dying? I couldn't tell what was going on, but I could hear a
scuffle. Had the police showed up? I hadn't heard any sirens, but at
this point I had no idea what was happening. The scuffle ended, and it
felt like I was being picked up. What was happening? And I could swear,
just as I finally went out, that we had started to fly.



Holy fuck my head hurt.


I opened my eyes, ever so slowly. Half way at most. There wasn't a ton
of light, but it was enough to be annoying. As I started to come out of
my haze, I had a series of realizations. One, I wasn't in my bed. Two, I
wasn't in my apartment. Three, I had no idea where I was at all. I was
clearly in an apartment, must have been some kind of studio loft. The
walls were all exposed brick, and the ceiling was metal rafters with AC
and water pipes going to and fro. I was laying on a sofa. To my left, a
coffee table and tv on a stand, with large bay windows that were most of
the ceiling to the wall, that went about half way down the length of the
room. To my right, behind the sofa, was a kitchen, namely an island, with
various dishes, pots and pans, and some stools for sitting at the island.
There was an open space beyond my feet that ran parallel to the kitchen
area. Beyond that, was a bed. The room was darkish, but I could see it
near the corner with a dresser and a mirror. I could vaguely make out a
person in the bed, and there were some things hanging on the wall.


Whose fucking apartment was I in? I looked to my left and noticed a big
glass of water and a bottle of advil. My phone was there too. I picked it
up and looked at it. The screen was cracked, but it still worked. The
battery was pretty low but it was still on. 9:07 AM. damn, ok i thought.
I grabbed the bottle of Advil and leaned forward just enough to wash down
3 of them with the water, but my head swelled as I leaned up. I eased
myself back down enough so that my head didn't hurt, but was still
upright enough to drink some of the water. Memories of the night before
began to come back to me - Tyler, the bar, leaving and walking home. The
three guys that had jumped me. But how the fuck did I end up here? Trying
to think made my brain hurt more, so I laid back down. I tried making
sense of what was going on, but the headache was really kicking in, and
the rest of my body was pretty sore too. Before I knew it, I fell back to
sleep.


The next time I woke up, my headache was still there, but doing better.
Same with the rest of my body. I reached over and grabbed my phone - now
blinking incessantly that it was about to die - 11:22 AM. so i got a few
more hours of sleep. I was feeling better than last time, so I leaned up
and took another big drink of water. I realized that I had no shirt on,
and my shorts were undone. Man, this was getting more and more strange. I
swung my legs over and sat up on the couch, taking in more details.
Behind where my head had been was the apartment entrance, about 15 feet
away. There was a coat rack hanging on the wall and a desk or office
area. I also started to notice more details; there was superhero
memorabilia everywhere. Superman, Batman, Wonderwoman, Avengers. You name
it, there were 3 posters for it hanging across the walls of the
apartment. I turned (slowly) to my right, where the bed was. Whoever was
sleeping earlier was still there, spread out like they were making a snow
angel, and i immediately noticed two things; he was buck ass naked, and
sporting a *massive* morning wood.


Now, i'm no size queen, but i'm still a gay man, and despite how much
my body hated life, my dick immediately lurched in my pants at the sight.
I didn't want to intrude, but something was calling me; I had to get a
look at this man, who possibly saved my life. And I needed to see that
cock up close.


I quietly got up from the couch, my bare feet (?) lightly padding across
the wooden floor. As I got closer the dark contents of the corner came
more to life; the walls were also covered in all kinds of superhero
memorabilia, posters, figurines, all kinds of stuff. I also noticed that
hanging directly above the bed was what looked like a superhero suit, but
i didn't recognize it, although i admit i'm not the most up on all
superhero outfits. It was primarily red, blue and yellow. The flanks from
the waist to the armpit were blue, while the shoulders and chest were
red, separated by a yellow stripe, with a big yellow logo on the center
chest.the pants - tights really - were essentially a set of blue briefs
with red tights, and a red belt that fed through belt loops. A black eye
mask hung from the hanger hook.


I was now a few feet from the bed, and my dick lurched again, suddenly
full hard and desperately needy. I looked down trying to figure out why
it was being so loud all the sudden, but as my eyes drew down to my
package to try to assess the problem, my eyes fell on the guy in the bed,
and didn't go any further. I stopped in my tracks. He was laying in the
center of the bed, I think a king. He was extremely handsome, and covered
in tattoos. A big tribal on his left shoulder that came down to his pec,
and both his arms - or what I could see of them, as they were tucked
under the pillows under his head - had a bunch of tats as well. Not in a
sleeve, but various symbols and other things. He had another tattoo on
his right pec, and the most glaring one was a big one right between his
naval and his cock; it was the same logo on the suit hanging over his
bed. And oh yeah...his cock. Jesus. It stood at full attention from his
body, and it was massive. My cock continued to throb in my pants just
looking at it. My body began moving closer to the bed, almost without my
own control over it. I sat, ever so gently, on the edge of the bed. I
wanted to touch it, oh so badly. My own cock was aching in my pants.
Absentmindedly, I reached down and hauled my own out of my pants and gave
it a few tugs. I had nothing to be ashamed of myself - a bit over 7
inches, but quite thick, and best of all, uncut.


Almost as if knowing i was there and what I was thinking, the other
guy's cock throbbed, and bounced a few times, almost as if beckoning me.
Located below them was a pair of huge balls, and I swear, if I didn't
know better, they had a slight glow to them. The massive cock bobbed
again, and I began to ever so gently slide my hand across the sheets.
What the fuck was i doing? I nearly got beat to death last night for
being gay; here i am in a strangers aparetment, having never even met
him, trying to reach for his straining cock. And yet, as if I had no
control, I continued sliding my hand towards it.


My hand stopped just short of his body. I looked up at his face. He had a
thick beard, dark brown, and hair that was long on top but buzzed on the
sides. Fuck he was handsome. I wanted to rub my hands all over his
muscular body. He had defined pecs and a gorgeous six pack, covered in a
slight sheen of sweat. I wanted to rub my hands on every inch of his
body, and so much more. I turned back to the prize just inches from my
hand, still throbbing away, calling for my attention. I looked up at his
face again. His breath was slow and paced, his face relaxed. He
definitely was asleep.


I knew I shouldn't, but it literally felt like it was calling my names, I
reached out and grabbed his hard shaft in my hand, and it throbbed in
response. It definitely wanted the attention I wanted to give it. I
stroked it a little, pumping the raging hard-on in front of me. I gave it
a few tugs. It was thickest in the middle than the base and tip, but was
pretty thick over all, and at least 8 inches long. I inched closer on the
bed, leaning in towards it. It had a strong musky smell to it, not too
bad, but masucline. Before I knew it my mouth was hovering over the tip,
the taste almost there. The voice in the back of my head was telling me
don't, but I couldn't stop myself.


I took the head into my mouth and savored the flavor as I ran my tongue
underneath the head. I quickly had about half of it in my mouth, slowly
sucking on the shaft as I worked my mouth up and down. I reached my hand
under his glowing balls, then back to the shaft to hold it into place as
I continued sucking, my eyes spent about half their time watching his
face for signs of waking up, and the other half of their time drinking in
his incredible body. His cock wasn't the only thing I wanted to suck,
but it was certainly getting all my attention right now. I continued
working his shaft, getting further and further down. He shifted around a
little and I paused, looking up, unsure what I'd do if he woke up. His
breathing continued slowly, and after a moment of feeling sure he was
asleep, I continued my work, throating him as best I could. After a few
minutes he began to thrust into my mouth a bit. I looked up but he
appeared to still be asleep, and I assumed his body was just reacting to
what it naturally did in these situations. I started to focus more on his
cock, thinking that his thrusting might mean he was close and I might get
away with blowing this gorgeous hunk without him ever being the wiser.


I was really starting to slobber now, and I could taste his precum on my
tongue. I decided to really see how far down I could take it, and deep
throated him, getting almost all the way down, when I had my life flash
before my eyes. "Ooohhhh, fuck yeah," the guy said, as i simultaneously
felt hos hand gently cup my cheek. Before I could realize he was enjoying
himself, I flew off his cock and stumbled off the bed, landing just next
to it on the floor. "Hey, hey, hey, it's ok," he said. "You were doing
an amazing job." "I'm-i'm sorry, i don;t know what came over me-"


"Hey, I said it's fine," he said, sitting up and sitting on the edge of
his bed. His big cock jutting out from between his spread legs,gleaming
with my spit. He held a hand out to me and I took it, getting on my
knees, still a bit away from him, but nearly eye to eye. "Honestly, I
highly doubt you would have been able to resist it." I scoffed, and I
know my face showed my thought; full of yourself much, bud? "No, i mean
quite literally, i don't think you could have," he said, grabbing hold
of himself, giving himself a half stroke. His balls appeared to actually
be glowing now. "This is how I get my super powers." "I'm sorry,
your...what?" I choked out. Did he just say super powers? "Well how
else do you think I flew you here last night? It wasn't on a giant
bird." Flew? I thought it felt like we were flying but i was so out of
it i just assumed it was a dream or something. As if he could see the
cogs working in my head, he stood up, his big cock, still completely
hard, jutting out from his body, just inches above my face.


He held his arms out in front of himself and clenched his fists, and
suddenly. He levitated off the ground. After getting a few feet off the
ground, he leaned sideways and moved about the apartment, levitating in
the air. Just how fucking hard did i get hit on teh head last night? Now
I was fucking seeing things. After a moment or two he came back and
landed in front of me again, a bit of a smirk on his face. "Relax man,
you're not going crazy," he said. "Anyway, my package is how I have my
abilities," and with that he grabbed his still-hard cock at the base,
and his balls, which were very clearly glowing now. "It's my nuts,
actually, they make a special chemical that gives me all the powers to do
what I can do." "What else can you do?" I asked, bewilderment still
all over my face. "The main other thing i can do is self healing," he
said. "Pretty much anything anyone can do to me heals super quickly. And
it can help others too." "Help others?" I asked. Another cute smirk.
"Well, it can help heal others, though nothing like it heals myself. But
they have to be given the special chemical for its effects."


"And how does one do that?" I asked, staring at his throbbing package.
"Well," he took a step closer to me, his cock hovering just over my
face. "You almost got it on your own if you had kept going." I scoffed
again. Not that i didn't want to finish what i started, but really? Did
he have to lie to me to get me to finish the job? "I know you likely
don't believe me, but it's true. You don't have to finish me off if you
don't want to, but it will make your head feel better.'' I eyed him up.
Even oif he was lying, what's the worse that happens? I suck off a hot
stranger with a big dick? My eyes fixated on it, and again it felt like
it was calling to me. "That's another power of it, by the way," he
said, looking at me almost as hungrily as i was looking at him. "I know
you couldn't control yourself before i woke up. It has that effect too.
It's like a pheromone. Any guy who gets close to me, gay, straight, or
anything else, wants to fuck me," he said. My mouth was literally
starting to water as i kept staring at it. It made sense, how i wasn't
able to stop myself before. He sat down on the bed again, leaned back a
bit with his arms behind him, cock still hard as ever. "But by the looks
of it," he said, motioning towards my crotch, my own wood visibly
straining, "it doesn't need to do much work."


As if my magnetic force, I inched closer on my hands and knees. I leaned
forward, now a few inches from his dick. I gave a deep breath in, and
could smell his musk again. Without hesitation, i put him into my mouth
again, and swallowed as far as I could. "Fuck yeahh" he said as he put
a hand on my head and caressed my hair. I worked him as best I could.
Something beyond my normal sexual desires made me want his seed. I
throated him as best I could, quite enthusiastically. "Not much longer
now man," he said as I continued working his big pole. He sat up a bit
more upright, putting both hands on my head. He pushed about three
quarters of himself down my throat and held me there, where I felt him
start to shoot. Volley after volley landed in my mouth, and i swallowed
as best i could. It had some of the sweetest taste i had ever had from a
guy, and if i didn't know better i'd swear what was left of my headache
started to lift almost immediately. Finally he relaxed his grip as the
cum stopped flooding my mouth. I came off his cock, but continued nursing
it, licking up the dribbles that oozed out a bit. "Fuck man, that was
amazing," he said. He let me be a cock hound for a second, then put his
hand under my chin, lifting it up to meet his gaze. "Your turn," he
said.


He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up to the bed with him,
swinging in to allow the space. Quickly i was laying next to him in bed.
He reached down, gripping my own cock that was straining inside my pants
still. He unbuttoned them and pushed them down a bit, freeing my aching
hard on. He gave it a few pumps before flipping over on top of me. He
took my right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, and I swear I saw
stars. He nursed my tit for a second before switching to the other one.
He started working his way down my chest. I wasn't ripped like him and
was kind of self conscious about it. I was decently muscular, but was
somewhere between lean and dad bod, no abs, a light amount of hair, but
he seemed to be enjoying it. He kissed his way down my torso, wasting no
time to get to my cock.


While i wasn't as big as him, i certainly wasn't lacking either, my
proud 7.5 inches sticking straight up, thicker than average, and cut. He
swallowed it in one gulp, and good lord i swear i'd never been sucked
like this before. He worked me good, pausing at one point to pull my
pants the rest of the way off and tossing them to the floor. He sat
upright and moved himself on top of me, straddling me. "Time for a
proper thank you," he said. "I really needed that nut from you earlier
or else my powers get too out of control," he said. He put a little spit
on his hand and reached around behind him, leaning forward a bit. Was he
about to... "You ok with this?" he asked as he lowered himself so that
the tip of my cock was pressed between his ass cheeks. All I could do was
nod yes. Needing nothing more, he lowered himself onto me, and my cock
felt the best it ever had in my entire life. It was simultaneously super
tight and well worked, velvety smooth and gripping at my cock. He rode me
slowly at first, getting me good and deep inside him. He rocked back and
forth, and I already knew I wasn't gonna last too long. He began picking
up pace, and I could feel the familiar building inside. "Oh fuck, i'm
gonna," i managed out. I wasn't QUITE there yet, but it wouldn't take
much more.


He began to rock himself on me harder, thrusting me deeper and deeper
inside him. "Oh fuck," i said, pushing myself up as he came back down.
He grunted and moaned too, his face looking like he was enjoying the
ride. Two thrusts later, and I let out a deep, gutteral scream as I
dumped what had to be a gallon of cum inside him. I kept pushing myself
up inside him with each pump. He braced himself with one hand on my
chest, the other on the bed. His cock, which had only at best gone soft
but never went down in size, was hard again, smearing a bit of precum
across my abdomen. Finally I finished thrusting, and I felt myself begin
to soften inside him. With a shit eating grin, he slowly pulled himself
off me and collapsed on the bed next to me "Fuck, this is not what i
expected after i saved you last night," he said, staring up at the
ceiling. "Yeah," I said. This definitely wasn't how expected my
morning to be either.