Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2019 20:33:47 -0400
From: skywindswine <skywindswine@gmail.com>
Subject: The Super Sexy Adventures of The Teen Jocks - Chapter Four

Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy set in a completely fictional world,
very different from ours, where there are no STD?s.

Chapter Four

"WHO ARE THE TEEN JOCKS? SECRET BENEFACTOR REVEALED!"- by Sam Spick,
superhero reporter for the Metro City Sentinel

Here in Metro City, superheroes are hardly a strange or uncommon sight.
You'll often see a colorful blur fly through the air or zoom down the
streets to stop a city destroying disaster or a simple gas station
robbery. We are even the birthplace of one of the greatest superheroes on
Earth, Captain Ultimate.

He, along with every other hero, left to stop a world ending event on
another planet, millions of lightyears away. We were left alone to defend
ourselves, and in their absence evil has only grown stronger. Our city is
now plagued by crime, corruption, drugs, gangs, and villains. For a while,
it seemed that all hope was lost. But, out of the darkness new heroes came,
and they came hard.

They call themselves The Teen Jocks. Yes, I al thought it was a pretty
weird name for a hero team, but after encountering one for myself I
realized why the name was so fitting.That hero was named Flyby and he came
down in a red, blue blur to stop a carjacking, landing not as gracious as
Captain Ultimate but more in line with a sloppy brute, like a football
player. The first thing I noticed was that he looked very young: the boy
could not be over 18 years old, and the "Teen Jock" title fit him very
well. He was, most definitely, a jock. He was wearing basically nothing,
just a blue domino mask, red boots, and a red jockstrap which held up his
ample posterior perfectly. The hero had caramel hair, brown eyes, chiseled
handsome face, muscles perfectly defined by athleticism. A typical young
hero on the streets of Metro City, filled with curiosity and naivety.

I was able to snap a couple pictures of him bending over to pick up one of
the thugs by his neck, I had the flash on so you could perfectly see his
tight pink hole. Something has to be said about this: whoever designed the
Teen Jock's uniform's did a wonderful job. Not only the outfits of the sexy
teen heroes look perfectly appropriate for crime fighting, since they do
not restrict the movements these young studs need to do when fighting
criminals and misfits everyday, but they are also pleasantly looking for
the general public, giving an unrestricted view at the handsome, muscular
body of a young jock in his prime. It's clear that the skimpy nature of the
Teen Jocks uniforms were designed to not only maximize the performance of
these teen hunks on the streets but to also serve an unquestionable public
service, by giving to the people of Metro City and the world a raw display
and example of male beauty.

Flyby's costume, for example, reveals a tight young body built by years of
athleticism and sports: a sports physician would be quick to point out that
the sexy boy has the body of a high school quarterback. His smooth white
skin looks firm and enticing, his big, muscular pecs and abs show a level
of discipline in the gym a few of us have. The boy's muscular, thick arms
display a level of strength no other eighteen year old in this planet has,
and that is all bared due to the most important piece of the teen hero's
costume being a small, thin (but resistant, my sources say) skimpy red
jockstrap, which encases a respectable bulge in the front, while exposing
the real treasure in the back.

Yes, dear readers: beyond the handsome, youthful and boyish face, the
perfect pearly smile and the muscular body of a young warrior, Flyby's
greatest feature is his firm, ample, bouncy bubble butt. The straps of the
skimpy jock holds what has routinely been described in superhero media as
"the hottest ass on the planet", rivaled only by the asscheeks of another
Teen Jock, the super sexy twink Bitch Boy. Flyby's perfect ass is all over
the internet, in pictures taken by unsuspecting citizens who happened to
observe the Teen Jock in action. The two big, smooth white globes of the
teenage hero's ass are always exposed to the world whenever Flyby is out
fighting crime, and more often than not the young stud is found in certain
compromising positions where one (and generally everyone) can take a good
look at the deep asscrack in between the delicious asscheeks, just to find,
hidden in its middle, a pristine, flowery and rosy tiny pink hole, devoid
of any hair and completely unblemished, a hole that promises such
forbidden, lustful pleasures that the mere sight of it on Metro City's
streets is enough to make even straight male passerby's stop and look,
while many groans and moans can be heard coming from the city's male
population. Hands on crotches and quick jerk motions are also common when
Flyby is around.

So famous is Flyby's hot ass that it has sparked a national movement online
between athletes and jocks of the United States, who are very much proud of
Flyby as the perfect representative of the jock community and as a symbol
of hunky high schoolers all over. The hashtag #BunsLikeFlyby has reached
unparalleled success in social media due to young high school and college
jocks from all over the country going to gyms and personal trainers wanting
to have an ass just like Flyby's. The movement has increased young male
teen presence in gym's all around and has prompted young jocks to post
pictures and videos on social media showing their training progress into
having an ass as spectacular as Flyby's. Teenage jocks from around the
country interviewed for this article say the results from this movement is
more than incredible, having increased significantly their friendships at
school, improved male camaraderie and intimacy between teammates and
established reciprocal touching and cuddling as the norm between school
jocks. A couple of happy parents, Sue and Dan McCormick, tell me that after
their son Max started training at the gym to get #BunsLikeFlyby, their boy
got more popular than ever, and now everyday after class a succession of
the hottest studs and jocks from his high school drop by in their home for
a "hot and heavy" training session with Max, which now shows a muscular ass
that's pretty impressive. "The boy's get inside Max's room one by one
everyday, and they really get hot and heavy in there! This training
sessions must be pretty hard for them" says Sue, with a proud look on her
face for having a son so popular with the hottest jocks at school. "My son
is a real stud now, so much the other jocks at school come here to train
with him! And they train hard, I can tell you that, the moans and screams
coming out of Max's room show these boys are not kidding around with their
training. Sometimes Max gets so tired he can't even walk out of the room
after the jocks leave, he looks completely exhausted and says he is
"sore". The boy gets so sweaty and dirty during those sessions you should
see him, looking drenched and sticky when the jocks are finished with
him. But now he is one of them, one of the big studs" explains Dan
McCormick, like only a proud dad can.

And Flyby is powerfully strong too. At that day on the streets of Metro
City, I could see out of the corner of my eye that another thug was coming
up behind the handsome hero with a crowbar. Not a good idea against a
person who can most likely lift fifty tons and fly at supersonic speeds.

I was right as the thug crept up, then with a quick motion swung the
crowbar at the hero's head, it broke in two and clattered to the
ground. Flyby just cracked his neck and turned to the now scared shitless
thug who tried to run off, but didn't make it far. I snapped a couple more
pictures of the incident and before I could question the new muscled
teenage hero, he took off creating a sonic boom behind him.

A couple days later, I got an email from a `Mr. Andersen', which said that
he could give me a one-on-one interview with the supposed leader of the
Teen Jocks, Scorch. At first, I was skeptical, but he said if I went to a
certain location at a certain time, I would be able to see the fiery hot
hero up-close for myself.

I was running on a tight schedule and nearing my deadline to produce a
good, newsworthy story for our dear Editor-in-Chief here at the Sentinel,
Mr. Queen, so I said yes and hoped that this wasn't a prank by a group of
high school hooligans. I arrived at the location at 7:35 and was already
feeling dread not just that I would probably get into a loud, fist shaking
argument with Queen, but that I would never get to meet and speak with a
real Teen Jock...

Metro City University Football Stadium - Last Saturday, 7:47 PM

Head superhero reporter for the Metro City Sentinel Sam Spick checked his
watch for the fifth time and let out a deep sigh.

Fuck. Mr. Queen is gonna have my head on a pike if I don't produce a juicy
story by Tuesday. He thought.

Sam really needed a win that day, not just because he was wearing a hand-me
down jacket from his brother, but he had already bumbled up an important
interview with the new CEO of Handy Toys Company last week. To be fair, it
wasn't entirely his fault he never knew the man had a peanut allergy.

Sam looked down at his watch again and noticed something strange in the
reflection of the watch face. It looked like a bright yellow and orange dot
that was growing in size and brightness. With a motion, that should have
given Sam whiplash, he looked up and saw a fireball coming down upon him
growing bigger and bigger in his vision. He could remember the temperature
in the air changing from, at first, coolness to warmth to burning hot. As
quick as it came, it started to slow down and turned from a comet of fire
into a humanoid shape.

It was Scorch in the flesh or fire, whatever. He stopped just an inch above
the concrete ground hovering there, looking straight at Sam with his beefy
arms crossed. The fire still surrounding his body was burning the
reporter's clothes, smoke coming off him in wisps and when he raised his
wrist up to his face he saw the glass become runny.

"Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed, arms and hands shielding his face from the
heat and light. "Could you turn off the flames and just come sit with me?"

He just looked at Sam then nodded, and in an instant the fire was gone and
there standing was a naked tanned young man. An actual greek god, even more
handsome than Flyby, with a body that looked like it was carefully
sculpted.

His smooth skin was tan and not a tan that you get at a tanning place, but
an actual genetic one which added to his natural handsomeness. Sam's
emerald eyes started a slow descent from the teenaged hero's perfect face
and short brown hair to his powerful shoulders and pecs, lingering for a
minute on his high, hard big pecs, capturing the sight of Scorch's
beautiful brown nipples. They looked so hard and pointy Sam immediately was
struck with the desire to taste them, wanting to put those big nubs into
his mouth and munch all over the Teen Jock muscular chest muscles. Below
Scorch's pecs, a set of the most impressive eight-pack abs struck Sam's
sight like lightning. The teenage hero's abdomen was carved like stone and
ripped as of an Olympian winner. His whole skin, smooth and tan, was
completely unblemished like a newborn's. Going down again, the young
reporter's eyes saw a perfect Adonis belt lined with veins leading to a
clean, powerful crotch, his small brown pubes perfectly trimmed and
symmetrical. Sam's vision then naturally zoomed in on the beautiful and
enormous cock hanging between his legs, which when he walked over to sit
down, slapped against his muscular thunder thighs giving off an audible
sound. Scorch was, in a few words, probably the most perfect specimen of a
man Sam has ever seen in his life. Golden bracelets of the hunky hero's
wrists and a gold necklace with a fiery, sun like rubi on the Jock's
necklace contributed to the god-like appearance of the young jock hero,
giving him an almost regal and noble look.

Scorch sat down in a chair across from where Sam sat, legs spread giving
Sam an amazing view to his cock which was resting on his massive thigh and
his bull balls.

Sam noticed something interesting about the hero, he had an incredible
resemblance to the quarterback of the Metro City University Mavericks, Brad
Knight, like everything between the two was exactly the same, except for
the golden necklace and bracelets.

Sam, no longer able to hold in the curious thought bouncing around in his
head, said to the hero like a regular old nosy reporter, "Do you know you
look a lot like Brad Knight?"

Scorch replied back with a not so surprised look, like he's heard it before
but indifferently, "Yeah. But Brad Knight or whatever doesn't have shit on
me." He pointed his thumb at himself with a cocky grin.

"Well if you ever meet him, you'll know what I'm talking about'', told Sam.

"So Mr.," He waved his hand around in a circle waiting for Sam to say his
name which he does stuttering along the way.

"S-Spick. Sam Spick, journalist for the superhero column in the Metro City
Sentinel." Sam stretched his hand out for a handshake which Scorch took in
a firm, manly grip. Sam couldn't help but think how strong he was, while
staring at his bulging bicep.

Sam was probably holding Scorch's hand for too long, because the hero was
trying to pull away and when he realized he was, a bright red blush crept
on his face.

"Uh anyway," Sam composed himself and put on his normal, inquisitive facade
"Scorch are you the leader of the Jocks?"

Scorch's megawatt bright smile almost blinded Sam who lost his
concentration for a second, but came back after Scorch answered the
question, "Yes. Yes I am."

"R-really? Well that's odd because I have a source that tells me, the
vigilante Nightshadow is the actual leader of the Jocks."

Scorch's smile faltered and his relaxed mood grew more reserved, Sam
noticed immediately and tried to get everything back into a more casual
mood by placing his hand on Scorch's thigh.

Jesus Christ, his thighs feel like they're made out of steel. Fuck. Sam's
hand crept up a little higher and grazed against the tip of the hero's
cock. Fuck, why is it so hot to the touch. Of course, Sam! What a fucking
idiot you are! He can spontaneously combust into flames, of course his dick
is going to be the hottest part of his body. Sam thought to himself and
continued to touch the cock with his fingertips.

With Sam very preoccupied in his thoughts and feeling Scorch's cock, the
man himself was watching and enjoying the smaller male's low-key
worshipping of his thighs and cock. Just to put on a show, Scorch made his
cock jerk up so Sam would be caught off guard and accidentally touch his
rod more, which he did.

Sam looked up after that straight into the piercing gaze of Scorch which
the reporter misinterpreted as barely held in anger, but was instead
hunger.

Sam tried to draw his hand back, stuttering and sputtering the whole way,
but was unable to because Scorch had his own hand latched onto the smaller
man's wrist.

"Sorry, I just got caught up with myself." Sam apologized trying to keep
eye contact with the hero, but his eyes kept dropping down to that cock. It
was leaking precum now, right onto that flexing thigh. Sam's cock which was
flaccid before was a semi and filling up with blood swiftly.

"Don't apologize, Mr. Spick. Everyone is like this when they meet me
without the fire on around me." Scorch reassured the horny, nervous
reporter, while at the same time pulling his hand back to his
cock. Dropping it on top and feeling it instantly wrap around the
shaft. "See, I liked what you were doing. You liked it too, didn't you?"

Scorch pointed knowingly at the throbbing bulge in Sam's jeans and
chuckles. Sam, really embarrassed now just lets his head fall down to stare
at the bulge in his pants, a small stain is forming through the fabric. No!
Fucking stop!  Sam thinks in a panic and tries to hide the stain with his
hands, but they are pushed out of the way by him.

"Don't hide it. Let me see." Scorch out out of his chair and kneeled down
to get a close look at the stain on the front of Sam's jeans. Lightning
fast, Scorch stuck out his tongue and, in a circle, licked around the
leaking, fabric-covered head of Sam's cock. The action drew a gasp and a
shudder out of Sam's throat and body, causing more precum to flow out of
his piss slit.

"You liked that didn't you perv?" Scorch asked the perverted reporter who
nodded in response, "If you like my mouth so much why don't you feel these
bad boys huh?"

Scorch got off his knees, standing at his full height of 6'3" towering over
Sam, wrapped his hand around Sam's arm pulling him up into a standing
position. Sam was inches away from Scorch and would have been right up in
his face if he wasn't so damn short. Instead, he was face to face with
Scorch's supple, but firm pecs which in Sam's mind were called, "man
tits". Sam had an obsession with man tits and being up close and personal
with a set of them was driving his horny mind crazy.

His cock felt like it could rip right out of his jeans if he thrust his
hips forward a couple times, but he didn't know what might happen if he
brushed up against that monster cock swinging down below. Either to him or
to Scorch. Sam kept looking at them until his lewd thoughts were
interrupted by warm breath blown on his ear, "You just gonna look at them
or are you gonna touch them?" Scorch emphasized `touch' blowing more warm
air into Sam's ear.

Sam's hands came up but didn't touch the hero's pecs, instead they just
sort of hovered there. feeling the warmth radiating off Scorch and Sam
knowing that, in an instant, the taller male could just think and flames
would surround him. Scorch seeing the internal argument going on in Sam's
head, leaned back in, "Come on dude, just touch them. Feel those tits
good. Come on. Fucking do it."

With those words of encouragement, Sam went in like an animal, two
wide-opened hands planted on each pec, spreading them apart and thrusting
his head in. He let his hands go, a little, allowing him to motorboat
Scorch's man tits. Scorch was ecstatic inside, no one had ever done what
Sam was doing before and he fucking loved it, but after a couple minutes of
that he was growing bored.

"Ok Sam now touch my man nips. Twist, pinch, and tug on those fuckers." Sam
obeyed the command from the hunky hero and grabbed each nip between his
pointer and thumb, making sure he had a nice, firm grasp on the pointy
nubs, and went to town.

Scorch's cock, once semi-hard, was rigid as fuck after the sweet
nippleplay. Sam admired his work seeing that Scorch's brown nipples weren't
just pointier than before, but puffy and red which Sam sought to soothe
with his warm mouth, drawing loud moans from Scorch. Scorch put his right
hand against the back of Sam's head, his fingers going through the
reporter's moppy, black hair pushing Sam's face deeper into his pecs. Sam
sucked on the nub in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, then lightly
chewing on it. He alternated between the nubs, first chewing, then back to
sucking, and finally chewing on them.

Scorch's left hand stroked his cock slowly, teasing the tip with his thumb
getting it ready to be serviced by the eager mouth on his tits.

Scorch pulled Sam off his pec, the only thing still connecting him to it
was a long strand of spit. Seeing the strand made Scorch even hornier and
anxious to fuck the reporter's mouth. Ever since sitting down in the chair
and talking to him, he couldn't stop looking at the man's very red, very
plump lips and when he licked them in between questions he almost lost
it. Mason had been teasing the hunk all day and Scorch just needed to let
off some steam. He wanted to savor their upcoming night together, not waste
it tonight with him fucking Mason's brains out in a storage closet.

Scorch let go of his cock and placed his sticky hand on Sam's shoulder,
pushing him down to his knees and with his other hand, still on the back of
Sam's head, pushed him forward bringing his lips just one inch from the
erect, precum leaking cock. The hungry cockhead burped out precum every
second which puddled beneath on the ground. Sam began feeling light-headed
from being so close to a man's cock like that and slowly leaned in to suck
Scorch off.

But Scorch was impatient and needed to release the pent up cum in his
balls, so he suddenly and abruptly impaled Sam's head on his cock, feeling
the meek man's nose brushing against his pubes. Sam, at first, began to
choke but after learning that Scorch wasn't going to let him pull back,
relaxed and waited for Scorch to let him do so. Sam pulled his back then
slammed back down, feeling the back of his throat getting punched by the
hero's cock.

Fuck. He has to be at least eleven inches. I've never taken a cock this big
before, and I've taken Mr. Queen's bear cock. Twice. Sam thought then
cleared his mind and got back to the work at hand.

Spit flowed out of Sam's mouth, landing on the ground, and Scorch could
clearly hear wet slurps. The lewdness of it all made pure dominance flow
through the stud's veins and out his mouth, "Fucking take it bitch!"

Sam's hands previously on his thighs, were now on Scorch's naked legs
rubbing them up and down, but had moved farther up to his swinging
balls. Scorch was thrusting his cock in sync with Sam's bobbing head making
his balls slap up into the reporter's chin. Sam fondled the hero's baseball
sized knockers, rolling them around his hands and noticing how much cum was
inside.

Sam then slid his hands behind Scorch's balls, gliding over his taint and
coming to a stop at the bottom of his deep ass crack. His thin fingers came
slapping against Scorch's hole, startling the hero who whipped his cock out
of Sam's mouth.

"Hey!" Scorch yelled at Sam and slapped him in the face with his spit
soaked cock, afterwards Sam could see a bruise forming on his face from the
slap.

Sam looked up into Scorch's glaring eyes with a dazed expression, his mouth
just hanging open waiting for the stud to jam that meat back in, so he
could resume trying to suck the cum out of it but Scorch just keep glaring
at him.

"Touch my asshole again and you won't get anymore of this delicious cock
you like so much, slut." Scorch wagged the cock in front of Sam's open
mouth, teasing him, "And you wouldn't like it would you, slut?"

Sam's eyes immediately zeroed back in on the cock, becoming so focused on
it that he didn't hear Scorch's question, until he was brought back into
the moment by another cock slap, this time to the right cheek, "Uuuhhhh?"

"I said, slut. If you touch my asshole again, you won't get anymore of this
stud cock, you couldn't stop ogling at." Scorch kept wagging it in Sam's
face, until he heard the even meekier, more cock hungry reporter answer
back in complete obedience.

"Yes, stud. I won't touch your asshole again, I'm sorry. I just love your
stud cock so much and I got greedy. Please don't leave, stud. I need that
cock in my slutty little mouth." Scorch chuckled and gave the cockslut what
he needed.

Scorch stopped teasing Sam and held it with one large hand, directly in
front of Sam's open mouth. He slid his cock in slowly past Sam's soft lips
and goes back to work, fucking the reporter's throat. To give Sam's curious
wandering hands something to do while his mouth gets a serious workout,
Scorch grabbed his hands and placed them upon his pecs where they
immediately started tugging, pincing, and twisting those brown nips.

Scorch could sense his balls start to pull up against the bottom of his
shaft, on track to release a blast of cum down the reporter's
throat. Scorch decides not to warn Sam of his orgasm, instead as
punishment, the smaller man would need to take all of his cum without
choking from the surprisingly large volume of splooge that was about to
come.

Scorch steeled himself to not make any rushed movements like, holding the
back of Sam's head firmly with both hands as his cock skullfucks the
man. Instead he stood almost completely still only putting in a couple of
thrusts as the cum rose up, he thought to himself, Gonna cum real soon and
Mr. Spick is going to be in for a wild surprise. He chuckled inwardly after
that.

Sam, on the other hand, was tired of waiting and in order to speed up the
process of things, let a hand fall down towards Scorch's cock, but on the
throbbing, spit soaked beast instead near his balls. He wrapped a hand
around them and, at the same time, yanked downwards and squeezed.

Like a cannonball being fired from a veiny, tanned, fleshy cannon, cum
erupted from Scorch into Sam's mouth splattering against the back of his
mouth as Scorch had let out a beastly roar and Sam choked. Sam was
surprised that he wasn't knocked backwards by the volatile smacking of cum
in his mouth and throat, but could feel the cum start to leak out between
his lips which were fastly-tightened around Scorch's cock and fought to
hold on. But it wasn't up to Sam if all of the cum being unloaded into his
mouth would stay in there or not, because Scorch needed to get away from
Sam's swirling tongue which was irritating his sensitive cockhead.

He pulled back, Sam never knew when his cock was going to finally slip out,
but it finally did still erect, but not fully and continued to fire the
last of its seed all over Sam's face and clothed chest, the white slime
caked almost all of Sam's front side. Scorch's eyes were tightly closed, so
he couldn't see the sexual masterpiece he was creating on the reporter, but
he knew it was great because the waves of pleasure were still coursing
through him.

When Scorch was finished, he opened his eyes to what he was created and saw
cum everywhere, "Wow." he whispered heavily.

He looked down and saw some cum still left on his dick, so all he did was
point downward to his cock which was slowly growing soft. Sam figured out
what Scorch meant by the pointing finger and went to work, again, to clean
off the tanned hunk's dick. In just under a minute, Scorch was good and
ready to go and he seemed like it too as he began to walk away and smoke
wafted off his body into the air. But before he could go, Sam called in
failing once because the thick cum was clogging his throat, so he stopped
himself cleared his throat and began again, "Wait! Scorch? Can I just ask
you one more question?" Scorch looked back at him reluctantly, but after
Sam added in a almost-whimpering "Please?" completed with some puppy eyes,
the hero sighed and walked back over.

Sam jumped up and down inside his head, but didn't let his joy show through
his face instead he just stayed there, kneeling on the ground, until Scorch
was back in his previous spot. Sam needed to know from the hero who was
behind the Teen Jocks? Because it couldn't have been no one, that would be
impossible, it had to be someone who had a infinite amount of resources and
a fuck ton of charm to pull everybody in. But how would he get the hero to
slip up and spill the secret in his head? Sam, inwardly shrugged, and
decided to go with something a little bolder than what he normally does.

Sam wrapped a hand around Scorch's semi-soft cock and rubbed his thumb over
his most likely still sensitive head, which turned out to be true as Scorch
sort of became putty in Sam's hands. "So Scorch? Why don't you have," Sam
took a nipple in his other hand and rubbed his fingers over the puffy,
well-worked brown nip, "a costume like the other Jocks? Costume
malfunction?" Sam chuckles at the jab and waits for Scorch to answer him.

"W-well, the costumes are made out of this s-spider silk shit that
Mr. Wizard developed in a lab, but the-"

"Wait what?! Wizard? Do you mean Adrian Wizard? The head of Oasis
Tech. that Adrian Wizard?"

Scorch didn't answer instead he just stood there, gaping like a fish and,
before he could say anything, he seemed to have received something through
a hidden earpiece, because his hand went up to his ear and he said,
"Where?" He looked around then spotted the thing in the distance and so
could Sam, it seemed an apartment building was on fire.

He nodded his head then turned back to Sam and said, "Nice talking to you,
Mr. Spick. Have a good night." He turned away from Sam and ran off in the
opposite direction and jumped, before he landed back on the ground he
turned the fire back on and took off into the sky like a comet.

Sam saw that his cock was still erect in his cum-soaked jeans and just
thought to himself, I'll just jack off at home after I look over the
footage.

Walking over to a random stadium seat, he reached into the opening between
the bottom part of the seat and the back of the seat, and pulled out a
small device with a red light blinking on it. A camera he placed there as
soon as he arrived at the stadium, to capture footage of their interview so
the dumb jock hero would let his guard down and become more like his true
self. He chuckled to himself as he walked back to his car.

So Is The Secret Benefactor?

After a very rewarding interview with the Teen Jock, Scorch, I had what I
needed and I have to break the news that Adrian Wizard, british tech mogul
is the secret benefactor behind the Teen Jocks.

You're probably thinking that can't be true, but it has been reported
before that Wizard is an avid superhero supporter and has been a frequent
collaborator with the Elites, so it can't be that tough to realize that he
is behind a new group of heroes.

If you still don't believe me just check out this footage I took of my
interview with Scorch.

Gooed All Over

Kirby Spire

Mr. Wizard sat behind his large wooden desk in his office rubbing his
growing cock through his pants and pressing a black speedo to his face. He
breathed in the musk of the speedo and fantasized having his face squished
into Nightshadow's black, curly pubes. The muscular, brooding vigilante
rubbing his cock and balls all over Wizard's face, wanting his log to be
inside of Wizard's wet mouth which would be sucking and awaiting to receive
his seed.

Wizard quickly unzipped his fly and took his cock out, it's standing at six
inches and the tip is already forming precum. He grabbed the base of his
cock in a fever and started to, in a fast motion, rub the shaft up and
down, then back again before using some of the precum at the tip to
lubricate his cock. He pressed the speedo back to his face and breathed in
everything. He especially made sure to get a whiff of the speedo strap that
rubs up against Nightshadow's hole. He moved back to the crotch, but his
nose gets scrapped by something and in confusion, he brought the jock away
from his face to see.

There's some leftover cum on the small thing and with a grin, Mr. Wizard
stuffed the crusty cum stain in his mouth and sucked on it. To his surprise
and delight, he can still taste the sweet, tangy, salty of Nightshadow's
cum. He stroked his cock faster and steadily approaching orgasm, he tried
to hold off the inevitable by letting his cock go at the last possible
second, but unfortunately he goes over the edge, his cock spurts cum left
and right. Some of it landed on his face which is slightly covered by the
black speedo, but Wizard knows he can fix that problem by having it dry
cleaned but the thought of that hunky hung stud wearing a cummed on speedo
into battle got him hard again.

He set the speedo on his desk, leaned back in his leather chair, and was
about to pour himself a glass of scotch when an alarm from ADAM comes in on
his phone. He says: "Robbery at Metro City First National Bank in progress,
Adrian. Shall I notify the Jocks?"

"Yes. And call up a cleaner to clean the room and take this." Wizard said
while holding up the soiled speedos to show ADAM.

"Of course, Adrian."

Was that I a smirk I heard in Adam's voice? His self-developing AI is
growing smarter and smarter every day. Wizard thought with a smile. Time
for the Teen Jocks to save the day.

Metro City First National Bank

A security guard lays flat on his stomach thinking, I knew I should have
put in my last ten days yesterday. He looks up slightly and sees what can
only be described as a walking almost humanoid blob of yellow, green jelly
go by.

The creature stands at almost thirteen feet tall and is as wide as a
sedan. It's gelatinous and when it walks by, it leaves large circular
footprints of slime along the floor. The thing doesn't give off any other
smell besides a chemical one. The guard really thinks it shouldn't have a
human face, but it does and that just makes the thing seem even more
unsettling.

Like the monster could feel beedy eyes boring into the back of its head, it
turned around with a speed that startled and frightened the guard. It
looked directly into the guard's soul and in response, the guard dropped
his head down again. The monster lumbered on, but the guard was sure that
it let out a low, chunky chuckle before it continued.

The guard works up the courage after thinking of several inspirational
quotes and such, then reaches for his holstered gun.

The monster walks to a wall and stops in front of it. The wall is white
with a vent at the top. The thing raises an arm and slimy tentacles
shootout and slither into the vent, the tentacles detach and are gone. The
thing turns around just in time for the guard to shoot five times into its
torso.

Shockingly, the bullets do nothing to the blob, it just casually shoots out
a tentacle from its chest which grabs the gun out of the shocked security
guard's grasp. The gun is sucked into the body of the creature and with a
gulp, the guard watches as the gun is dissolved inside. The guard was quick
to notice that the blob got bigger in size, but just slightly.

But it seemed the guard was a smart cookie, because he turned around and
tried to run only to find green slimy tentacles wrapped around his feet and
legs. Tendrils slither up while also popping and crushing his bones. The
guard gives out a pain-filled yell swiftly cut off by a cold, wet tentacle
wrapped in a vice around his neck. The guard finds it hard to breathe and
in a panic, he tries to pry off the tentacle, but his arms are pulled back
by two individual tentacles.

The guard can feel his arms pop out of their sockets, but is more
preoccupied with the tightening grip of the tentacle around his neck. His
face is starting to turn purple and his vision grows with dark spots all
over. Eventually the blob grows bored with watching its victim struggle and
ends it with a speedily snap of the guard's neck. The tentacles release and
the guard falls to the ground in a limp, lifeless heap. The blob saunters
over and consumes the corpse by walking over it like a giant booger colored
vacuum cleaner.

The face of the creature looks satisfied, but continues on with its
original task. Unfortunately, it's in for a rude awakening when a loud
crash from above is heard.

Now standing behind the creature, in a semicircle, are the Teen
Jocks. Scorch is on the far left already flaming, Flyby standing right next
to him, Nightshadow in the middle and Boomer to his right, then lastly,
Witch Boy floating besides Boomer.

"Ewwww! He looks like a giant booger." Witch Boy exclaims with disgust.

"Quiet, Witch Boy! We don't want to anger it." Nightshadow scolds the
younger hero.

Nightshadow was too little, too late as the creature roars at the Jocks,
green-yellow slime bits are spewed everywhere, but is immediately shut up
by a fire blast shot from Scorch who also flies straight at the slimy
thing.

Scorch expects his fire to melt the booger bastard from the inside out, but
he is extinguished when he enters the creature. He becomes stuck inside and
is swiftly losing air. The thing just laughs and says in a more human
sounding voice,

"You dumb bird-brained heroes are no match for me. Not even that insect
from across town can stop me!" He follows this up by shooting multiple
tentacles from his hands and belly.

The remaining four heroes do whatever they can to blast, hit, punch, kick,
or swipe the slimy things away. Boomer is blasting tentacles left and
right, but occasionally he misses one and a tentacle slides around his body
and he has to blast it off. The tentacles make his body become wet with
slime and his singlet turns more and more transparent with each hit.

Witch Boy conjures up fireballs and defensive spells, but there's so many
targets that he can't get them all. One of the tentacles shoots a slime
ball at Witch Boy, hitting right at his crotch and another hits his
butt. Witch Boy in pain from the crotch shot falls to the ground on his
knees, his hands immediately going to his painful dick and balls, he
doesn't notice the slime ball that hit his butt forming into a human hand
and slipping his thong down. Eventually he does when a cold finger prods
and rubs his pink twink hole. He looks back taking his hands away from the
dull pain in the front to see a green slime finger slipping into his ass,
the wetness of the slime allowing for easy access.

With Witch Boy distracted by a slime fingerfuck, the slime ball on his
crotch also forms into a slime hand and silently pulls the front half of
the thong down to reveal Witch Boy's slowly hardening cock. The hand
circles his cock and starts pumping away. Witch Boy wants to not like the
dastardly, villainous sexual act going on, but his body betrays his brain
and he starts to rock back and forth on his knees. Going forward into the
cold grasp of the slime hand and back onto the wet slime finger actually,
now two slime fingers.

Witch Boy is hit by a third slime ball in the chest that spreads out over
his nipples and turn into suctions. Witch Boy had never until now gotten
his nips sucked. Damon never really cared to suck his nipples, just flick
them. Witch Boy likes the action and rocks back and forth faster,
harder. Not wanting the pleasure to end albeit, it be pleasure from an
evil, man killing slime monster.

After the tentacles shot out of the thing, Flyby had to use all of his
skills he learned during the training simulations Wizard put him and the
team through, to defend against the thing's attacks. Flyby alternated
between using his cape as cover from the slime balls thrown at him and his
fists to punch the coils away. Eventually he knew he would become
overwhelmed and took off into the sky and flew in tight circles, to
hopefully, tangle the slimy appendages up then use the tangled mass of
slime to possibly knock the thing out.

It was an almost perfect plan, but Flyby didn't notice he was carrying a
stowaway which was slowly slithering over to rest on his exposed, jockstrap
encased muscle butt. Flyby usually got hardons while fighting crime and
sometimes on his way back home, he would rub one out in the night sky, his
super sperm raining down on some forests and houses below. But this was a
different feeling, it felt like his ass ring was getting spread open and so
to stop the strange feeling, he clenched his butt muscles only for the
feeling to continue, but inside his ass. It was so pleasant and it made his
dick throb almost painfully, he fell out of the air and right atop the
gooey head of the creature.

His chest hitting first and the green-yellow slime sticking to his nipples
like suction cups. Flyby didn't forget about his butt as the slime
slithered up his ass tunnel pushing up against his prostate trying to find
a way out of his ass cave. Flyby's cock was also getting some action but
the slime was acting as a flesh light and jerking him off.

Boomer is side to side with Nightshadow, their bare shoulders pressed
together as Boomer readies his hands and Nightshadow crouches down ready to
jump into the air. Tentacles move fast towards them and right as they get
within three feet of the two heroes, Nightshadow jumps in the air and
Boomer propels him over the approaching coils with a blast of
energy. Nightshadow lands on his feet behind the tentacles, and is able to
turn around just in time to see the slimy feeders hit their secondary
target, Boomer.

Every inch of Boomer's body is either wrapped or latch onto by the sticky
green appendages including his awake big black cock, engulfing it
completely like a jelly fleshlight. Their all cool to the touch but start
to warm up as Boomer's massive prick stiffens.

The slime fleshlight on his cock acts almost like vacuum trying to suck the
semen out of his black hose. Boomer tries to fight the feeling off, but
can't as his nipples get sucked off too along with his big black cum sacks
after the slime squeezes through his mesh singlet. Other tentacles move
behind him and ram in between his jiggly cheeks.

Not penetrating him, but slamming against his puck, applying pressure at
first then slithering inside. Boomer can feel semen rise up from his balls
into his shaft, then he works up the willpower and unleashes a 360 degree
explosion of yellow energy, disintegrating all of the tentacles around him
and warding off others. Boomer floats in the air, his eyes, hands, and
dreads glowing yellow with energy and anger.

But the tentacles begin to reform into a massive tentacle that lunges at
Boomer. He almost evades it as it punches a massive hole in the roof of the
bank. Boomer turns around and sees what is happening to Flyby and Witch
Boy, then goes to save them forgetting that the tentacle wants to penetrate
in between his phat black jock cheeks with all its might.

Nightshadow only watched Boomer getting attacked by the tentacles for three
seconds, until he was thrown to the floor and saw two tentacles wrapped
around his ankles. They drag him behind an overturned desk as he claws at
anything to stop himself. The tentacles stop behind the desk and form into
a single, much larger tentacle that slithers into his speedo to engulf his
hard prick. Nightshadow throws his head back in pleasure as the slimy
feeler sucks his dick off hard, his eyes roll into the back of his head and
out of reflex, he puts both hands on each side of the slime fleshlight to
steady and control it.

God. It feels like it wants to suck the cum straight out of my balls. He
thinks. Another tinier tentacle squeezes beneath his body and towards his
butt. It slithers inside of his speedo and forms into a tongue to lick at
his hole. Nightshadow loudly moans at the slimy action and thrusts his hips
upward into the slime vacuum, closing his eyes to the pleasure. When
Nightshadow opens his eyes once again, his body trembling with the
delicious touch of the slimy tentacles, he finds a completely pornographic
scene right in front of him. Almost all of the Teen Jocks got caught up by
the gooey monstrosity in front of him, and each and every one of them were
moaning and groaning as Sludge sexually abused the sexy, muscled and nearly
naked bodies of the teen heroes. They all had orgasmic, lust induced look
on their faces, and they all seemed to have completely forgotten what they
came here to do in the first place, lost to the forbidden pleasure of the
villain Sludge. Nightshadow himself was starting to feel as if he was going
to pass out in lust, as the slimy tentacles felt his whole hot body up -
frantically jerking his 10 inch cock, his small speedos pooled around his
ankles, his sexy body naked and exposed for everyone to see, while small
tentacles teased his nipples and practically ate his ass out. His legs were
spread as much as possible with the speedo still around his ankles, and
from behind the view was obscene - his hot, muscular and smooth swimmers
butt was spread open while the slimy tentacle licked his tiny pink
asshole. From the look of it, that was as virgin a hole as possible - no
dick had ever had the pleasure of getting in there. No, Scott was a top. An
ass man. A fucker. His hole could be licked, touched and teased, but never
fucked.

Suddenly he realized Boomer was the only hero that was not caught up in the
smutty, perverted grasp of Sludge's tentacles. The black jock was flying
all around the bank in pretty fast and quick movements as multiple
tentacles tried to reach him and grapple him in their lust filled
haze. Boomer's big black cock was still hard in his tight singlet, and from
the tightness of the garment as well of it's sheer nature, practically
every inch of his delicious, thick big cock was visible through the slutty
singlet. It bounced inside as he flew round and round, shooting blasts of
radiant, cosmic energy at the enormous jelly monster.

Since Boomer was too preoccupied in escaping Sludge's tentacles as he flew
and shoot random energy blasts, he couldn't see that his rays were actually
harming the villainous monster - the tentacles could be seen shrinking and
melting at the touch of the blasts of cosmic energy, and Sludge seemed to
groan and recoil a little bit every time he was hit by it. Using all of his
strength to escape his lusty haze for a few quick seconds, as those
tentacles kept abusing his sexy body and jerking his cock faster and
harder, Nightshadow groaned before screaming:

"Boomer, it's working! Ah, ah!! Oh, hmm. bro, your cosmic rays are working!
Go inside him and blow him up!!!" Nightshadow screamed with all his might,
trying to stifle his moans.

Luckily for the teen heroes, Boomer wasn't the only one who heard
Nightshadow's call - Flyby did too. Focusing all of his strength, he tried
to fly again as the tiny tentacles all over his body kept trying to fuck
every hole he has. Fumbling a little with the pleasure coming from his
tight jock hole, deliciously and permanently exposed in his jockstrap, he
takes both of his muscle arms and points them right in front of him, and in
a heartbeat he takes flight like a bullet, right inside Sludge, were Scorch
was still unconscious, floating around inside the jelly like monster. The
force and speed of Flyby's boost is such he flies straight into Sludge and
finally succeeds in entering the huge monster, only to leave on the other
side with Scorch in his arms, leaving a gaping hole in the middle of Sludge
were Scorch was just a few minutes ago. The creature quickly seals the hole
in his body with more slime, apparently unharmed.

Scorch is coughing his lungs out after being so long without oxygen inside
the monster, and when he opens his eyes, he finds himself sat down against
a wall with his legs spread, with a very sexy and slimy Flyby sitting on
his lap. Fly has his hands on his face adoringly, looking very concerned
for Scorch, and apparently not noticing that Scorch's still hard 11 inch
cock is perfectly nested against his exposed crack, touching Flyby's famous
jock ass, the head of his huge dick pressed tightly against the teen jock's
tight, pink hole, still covered in slimy goo. His cock flexes after he
realizes all of this and press inside a little more inside Flyby's hole,
like it's aching for entry into that prime, perfect jock pussy.

"Scorch, are you okay bro? Did he hurt you?" Flyby asks, his face getting
closer and closer to Scorch's.

Scorch's looks at the younger jock fondly, his hands immediately going to
each of his big, muscled and smooth asscheeks to hold them apart and grope
them as he positions the teenage jock stud's hole a little better on the
head of his cock, like he's just about to fuck it. He starts to press the
head of his cock inside the tight pink hole as he presses his mouth against
Flyby's ear and says "Yeah bro, I'm fine. Thanks for saving me. I'm just
really horny. I don't know what this slimy shitfuck has done to me. but now
I. just. really. want. to. FUCK!" He whispers sexily into Flyby's ear,
biting the teen's earlobe when he finishes his sentence.

Flyby just moans loudly as he feels the fat head of Scorchs huge cock all
inside his tight jock hole, but, as he savors the bliss of having his idol
finally starting to fuck him like he wanted all those years, head thrown
back, eyes closed and tongue out of his mouth in lust, he hears Scorch
quickly saying "Shit! Fuck! Gotta help Boomer!" and in a second Scorch's
big cock is out of his hole, as the older hero gently put him aside as he
fired up and took flight.

What Flyby didn't see in his lust to finally get fucked by Scorch was that
Boomer was standing in the air, floating, concentrating his power inside of
himself for the final blow against Sludge. Cosmic energy surrounded his
beefy, wrestler body all around, immediately burning and disintegrating
every inch of slime on him, and quickly his body was surrounded by a
powerful cosmic aura, so hot and bright that the tentacles coming for him
disintegrated before reaching his body. As Scorch saw this, he knew Boomer
was likely going to release all of his energy in a powerful explosion, so
he quickly got on fire and went to his buddy's side.

Boomer finally opened his eyes after focusing his power, and they were
completely bright and shiny with energy. With one fast leap, he flew inside
Sludge, burning the monster's inside, and the villains screams could be
heard by blocks as the searing cosmic fire of Boomer's energy burned him
inside out. At the same moment, Scorch also concentrated all of his powers
and with both hands started to unleash a fire stream so hot at Sludge it
burned furniture and objects around them. Feeling Scorch's fire, Boomer
finally released his energy, and with a scream, a huge, searing and bright
explosion of cosmic light occurred inside the bank, momentarily blinking
every curious person watching the scene from the streets.

When Sludge started screaming and thrashing around after Boomer entered
him, all other jocks found themselves free of the slimy tentacles, who were
confused with pain and with no directions from their master. Finally
watching what was happening and anticipating Boomer's move, Witch Boy
quickly recited one of his favorite defensive spells - an old, Buddhist
mantra - as he made magic seals with his right hand. Immediately after the
spell was completed and right before Boomer and Scorch exploded Sludge,
thin, shimmering blue spheres surrounded himself and his jock friends,
acting as powerful barriers against the explosion that protected them from
the full blast. After the explosion, when the smoke and dust subsided, the
jocks looked around to check if everyone was okay, and with a grin, the
teen boys started hugging themselves and patting each other on butts and
shoulders for their first team mission. It was a success.

Afterwards - Outside the Bank

The slime-covered, exhausted, well-teased and pent up Jocks walk out of the
bank's front doors in a jumbled line with Scorch (the slipperiest and most
teased one) being lifted under his armpits by Flyby on his left and
Nightshadow to his right. Boomer has picked Witch Boy up in a bridal
positon as the well-fingerfucked twink presses his head into the black
wrestler's right pec and starts to eagerly suck on his nipple, out of
instinct, from all those times his dad let him sleep with him at night.

Immediately after stepping out of the bank, reporters and cameramen, soon
followed by citizens , came rushing at the jocks from every direction and
surround them, microphones held out like knives and cameras pointed at
their faces like guns. The Jocks are being broadcasted on live TV for the
entire city to see. Thousands upon thousands of the Metro City populous
have tuned in to see the Teen Jocks which they have heard rumors and seen
half lit photos of.

Nightshadow knew that if they didn't move rapidly forward against the wild
tide of journalists, they would get swept away. Nightshadow looked at
Flyby, than Boomer giving them a quick nod signaling that they should, "get
a fucking move on!" and with a hand tucked underneath Scorch's armpit and
his other pushing Boomer, they were off. But everything following their
takeoff happened so quickly.

Boomer and Witch Boy are cut off from the other Jocks as several hands and
arms tug and push them in a different direction. Boomer feels hands grope
and fondle his large exposed biceps and thighs feeling up his muscles and
big, black, meaty ass. One cocky hand grabs a handful of his left ass cheek
and pulls it to the side, while a different hand pulls the strap going down
between his two black mounds to expose his puck. Tommy's getting touched
too and the slime left on his body makes his skin super sensitive, so each
touch and graze makes him suck harder on Boomer's fat nipple and in turn
making the wrestler's half-hard cock become fully erect.

Boomer not wanting to hurt anyone, but trying to move through just stands
still as hands touch his beefy body and microphones are shoved in his
face. One reporter gets right in front of Boomer and asks him, "Did Bitch
Boy get injured during the fight with Sludge?"

"No." Boomer says as his eyes widen in confusion, because he notices that
the reporter's pupils are blown wide open and his irises have a pink tint
to them. He also notices a rough object rubbing at his entrance and turns
his head back to see three starstruck reporters fascinated with his tight
puck, one is rubbing a big black microphone up and down his crack. He turns
back to the reporter who is intently staring at Witch Boy. Boomer looks
down at his horny, exhausted teammate and sees that he is violently
shaking.

In concern, Boomer asks, "Witch Boy?! Are you alright?" He puts his hand on
Witch Boy's arm and feels something wet smack against his chest, its Witch
Boy's hard, precum leaking cock. It seems Witch Boy has become extremely
horny in Boomer's arms and his cock had escaped the confines of his tiny
black slimed thong and is now being humped into a space between Boomer's
left pec and arm. Fuck, he's going to town. And it's starting to affect me
too. Boomer thinks.

Boomer abruptly jerks forward as the microphone is jammed into his ass by
the hornied up, curious reporter. The wide head of the microphone is stuck
in his ass and the rest of the object is sticking out like a stiff tail,
until the reporter continues to push it all the way inside. The reporter in
front of the duo is now pressed up against Boomer's arms which are holding
Witch Boy and his two hands were stroking the black hero's cock and the
twinkish one's too.

Ten feet away, the trio of Flyby, Scorch, and Nightshadow who are instantly
separated from Boomer and Witch Boy, then again from each other. Flyby is
surrounded by seven eager hands, Scorch by four, and Nightshadow by five.

Nightshadow was just holding up Scorch as he pushed through a neverending
crowd of journalists, field reporters, and cameramen. As he trudged on, he
feels multiple hands fondle, graze, and grope at his still hard cock, his
black pubes are also showing as his quickly hardening cock brings the
speedo downwards and the engorged tip of his cock brushes against crotches,
butts, legs, thighs, and especially hands.

Two pairs of hands rub his biceps and pecs, one hand twists and pulls his
left nip with a pointer and thumb drawing a fleeting groan from his sore
throat, as it urges Nightshadow to push forward and get away from these
strange people. Nightshadow notes that something is wrong with the
reporters as some are intently staring at his ass or bulging crotch, while
others are openly stroking themselves through their pants.

He tries to voice his concern to Scorch, but is distracted by a sneaky hand
sliding up his crack and swiftly pulling the strap upwards, giving the
vigilante a wedgie and a nice deep rubbing against his hole. A pair of
hands, startling, plant down on his strong shoulders pulling him away from
Scorch who is taken away by a mess of perverted hands.

Nightshadow is pulled against a hard chest as soft yet slightly rough hands
grabbed his tits and worship them. Another hand grabs his junk, slowly
stroking his cock as more hands explore his balls and taint growing closer
and closer to his hole. Nightshadow then feels his speedo slip off his body
and sees it get tossed over someone's head, a hot breathy voice whispers
into his ears, "What this here, Nightshadow? Looks like a metal plug of
some kind? Maybe a tracking device?" The voice chuckled then sensually
bites at his earlobe as Nightshadow's staff is slowly pulled out and
dropped on the ground. Nightshadow can't catch it because he literally has
his hands full. His hole gapes open for a bit then returns to its tight
dimensions. Hands had grabbed his wrists and began puppeteering him to jerk
them off.

Nightshadow felt powerless among them because he couldn't resist and if he
tried, he felt like he would have hurt them. He had guessed that the slime
on their bodies was aphrodisiac and when the reporters got within reach or
just a few feet of them, it caused their bodies to become lusting and super
fucking horny for their hot jock bodies. Nightshadow is brought out of his
inner thoughts when he feels a hot and wet object slide up his crack and
leak some fluid on the way up, making his entire crack slippery with
whatever was being leaked on him. At the same time, two hands wrapped
around his thick nine inch cock and with haste began to stroke.

Flyby on the other hand was almost getting fucked and soon he would be. The
slime tentacles had thoroughly fucked his asshole, jerked his cock, and
sucked his nipples, but he had never experienced the rush of exhilaration
afterwards and it pissed him right off. While helping Nightshadow carry
Scorch who had cum inside that blob, he was fuming internally, some of it
had shown on his face and his teammates just mistook his frustrated face as
one coming from their near defeat against the perverted villain, and almost
dropped Scorch out of spite going down the stairs. When the reporters
pulled him away from the others, one of them had his hand on Flyby's right
phat ass cheek and another on his left, he knew he was going to finally
reach that high.

But first he would be questioned and teased, a female reporter with fairly
large breasts appeared in front of him. Her nipples were almost poking out
of the top of her blazer, Flyby guessed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath
and that made her even hotter. She shoved her large microphone into his
face. It almost looked like a big, black cock wanting to slide between his
red, pillowy lips and into his wet mouth. The reporter asked the jock,
"What happened in there?"

Flyby putting on his cocky and seducing charm replied, "Well, I was the
only one who could stop that fucking beast, since the others were out of
commission," Flyby stepped closer to the woman, his hard cock not held at
all in his skimpy jock pouch was almost touching her stomach "I had to take
it all on my own." The woman looked down at his hard cock, blushed and with
a quick hand slapped his cock downwards. Precum that was seeping through
the fabric of his jock hit the concrete and Flyby pulled back in a mixture
of pain and pleasure.

Unfortunately, the woman's cameraman had his pants and underwear around his
ankles releasing his almost painfully hard ten inch cock. The man was known
around the newsroom as "Leaky Mike" because he leaked precum by the
handful. When Flyby jumped backwards his hole was perfectly lined up with
the man's erect cock and it slipped into the conceited jock's pink puck
like butter. Flyby let out a low moan and the cameraman let out a deep
groan as his cock was swallowed to the base by the jock's hungry pussy.

Rival news teams captured footage of the jocks getting fondled by
reporters, journalists, and cameramen, but most of them were focused on
Flyby and his huge meaty ass getting fucked by a hard cameraman cock. The
female reporter toyed with Flyby's cock which was once in his jock, but due
to how she slapped it downwards, her sharp manicured fingernails tore
through the fabric releasing it as it came back up. She slapped it again
but this time sideways, making Flyby back up again so his ass is pressed
closely against the burly man's coarse dense pubes and precum fly
everywhere.

Some landed on the woman's blazer and on the top of her breasts, she fakes
being angry and says, "Shit. You got your hero goo on my brand new blazer
and on my tits too. Such a naughty hero. I need to make an example out of
you that heroes can't just do what they please."

She steps forward and puts Flyby's cock beneath her thighs, signals to her
cameraman who begins to steadily pump into the hero's ass and in turn
making Flyby jerk his cock off between the lady's thighs. The cameraman who
is pressed tightly against Flyby's back says into his ear in a low, deep
tone, "How's that feel hero? Your cock getting jerked off between a
powerful woman's thighs and your ass taking an ordinary man's cock. I can
feel you squeezing me with that super cunt." He says each word in between a
groan and a thrust.

Flyby returns the man's question with a moan, it is picked up on the female
reporter's dropped mic and broadcasted all over the city. Later, thousands
of soundbites are made of the hunky jock's slutty moans. The cameraman
gives Flyby a quick thrust everytime he moans and a nipple flick for every
groan, which then leads to a whimper escaping his red lips.

The reporter down below grows bored and even more horny than before, so she
starts to get to her knees to get a deep-throated taste of that hero
cock. Flyby gasps with pleasure as her warm mouth swallows his cock and he
can see her face pressed into his pubes. He closes his eyes and just lets
the pleasure eat him up, that he doesn't notice a large, cigarette-smelling
tongue enter his mouth and battle with his own or the reporter getting
fucked in her pussy by a big, bald black man and his BBC.

Flyby basking in the pleasure being given to his cock and puck, he thinks,
"finally" and waits to cum. Hard.

Scorch is only able to give Flyby one last look, before he's swallowed up
by the crowd. Now only Nightshadow is left to help and hold him up, his
strong pale arms politely, but firmly pushing through the mass of eager
people. Each graze of contact between Scorch's bare arms and their clothing
makes Scorch tingle and every grope to his tanned muscles sends sharp
pulses of pleasure straight to his dick, plumping it up more than it
already was. Scorch tries to think through the growing fog of horniness
about why he's so sensitive and just now realizes his line line of support
is gone, leaving him to the sharks around.

Out of the crowd, comes running into him like a battering ram, a young
blonde haired teen boy (about 14 or 15 and coming up to his jutting out
pecs) who wraps his arms around the hero and tightly hugs him. The teen's
voice is muffled slightly as he says, "I love you Scorch!" and his tiny
hands slide down the older male's back to his cheeks, gripping them hard.

Scorch can only grunt as the tight hug makes his dick throb right into the
boy's chest, who couldn't give a care in the world. The kid lifts his face
out of Scorch's upper torso and tells him with a wide, pearly-white grin,
"I love you so much! You're my second favorite hero next to Windhammer!" He
displays this by showing off his Windhammer tee which has a slight stain on
it from Scorch's precum leaking spout. The stain being right where
Windhammer's chiseled, Nordic-face was.

Scorch finally gets out the words, "Thank you, kid. Now if you could le--",
then he is rudely interrupted by a reporter who shoves the kid out of the
way and holds a microphone into his face. Scorch is visible upset by the
reporter's rude interruption and plans to tell him off, before the reporter
wraps his large hand around Scorch's even larger cock and starts to stroke
him.

"Did you anticipate that fighting Sludge would be harder than you thought?"
The reporter's glasses slip slightly down his sweaty nose and he pushes
them back up, while his hand steadily strokes up and down Scorch's
cock. Scorch's eyes roll into the back of his head as the pleasure flows
through his body. He regains focus and says in a half-guttural, stuttering
whisper, "No. W-we assumed he would give up e-easily."

"So...you went into this battle unprepared? Isn't that unsafe?" He strokes
Scorch's cock faster.

"We handled it in the end and no one got hurt." Scorch doesn't like that
the man is criticizing them and responds with slight anger in his tone.

"But what about property damage? Your fight with Sludge caused millions of
dollars in damages to the bank and surrounding areas. Don't you care about
that?" The man's copper brown eyes pierce into Scorch's and he releases his
cock to fondle his balls for a couple of seconds, then resumes stroking.

Scorch closes his eyes with a sigh and a grunt, then opens them to say,
"All we care about is protecting the citizens of Metro City. Buildings
aren't worth more than lives. And you can quote me on that." The reporter
looks a little taken aback by the hero's furiosity and caring for the
people, his hand goes a little limp around Scorch's cock, but regains its
hold and starts back up again on pumping it.

The reporter asks another question with regained confidence, "Ok. I have
confidential sources that told me Adrian Wizard, CEO and founder of Oasis
Tech," he slows his hand down enough for Scorch to grunt in want and
manually pump his cock in and out of the man's hand "is manipulating events
to build you up and make you more popular while the Elites are away. Is
that true?"

Scorch is confused by the question and doesn't entirely understand, because
he wants to cum so fucking badly. He says, "I don't know what you're
talking about." The reporter strokes him faster, "Are you sure?"

"If I knew w-what you were t-t-talking about, I would say something."
Scorch can barely form letters into words as he feels an orgasm coming. A
pair of hands grab his pecs from behind, their chest pressed firmly against
his and their cock like a hot dog between two big buns was nestled
perfectly in his ass.

"Why wasn't the hero from Waylon here to assist you guys?"

"W-who?" Scorch wasn't really paying the man close attention as he was more
focused on getting off at the moment. "News outlets in Waylon call him
sticky boy. His actual name is..." Scorch blocks out the reporter's talk
and lets his body become puddy in the man's hands.

Fuck. I'm so close. Just a couple more pumps and I'll cum. Scorch closes
his eyes once more and thinks about his upcoming orgasm.

Nightshadow couldn't see any of his teammates through the crowd or over
them either, even though he was 6'2". The hands pumping his cock started to
grow tired, because after an hour he hadn't come yet. Instead his cock was
just pouring precum like a faucet.

Nightshadow sees out of the corner of his eye, a person coming his way. A
normal person would just ignore them and go on their horny business, but
Nightshadow isn't normal. He doesn't just notice that someone is coming
towards him, but he sees the man's mischievous intent on his face and in
his pink-tinted eyes. He knows what he's trying to do with his hands
outreached and his slow sneaking. He wants to unmask him and reveal his
identity to everyone.

Once the thought enters his brain and is processed, Nightshadow begins to
struggle against the people jerking him off and holding him in their arms
saying, "Get off me." But he's drowned out in the pleasure-filled roar of
the crowd, hundreds of groans and gasps from people cumming in their pants
and the air, muting the struggling hero.

He struggles harder and, in turn, his words of "Get off me" get louder and
louder. But the intentful hand gets closer and closer. 4 feet away. Pushing
through people like an unstoppable force.

Nightshadow feels the thoughts of hopelessness run through his mind and
soul, but he pushes them back to put all of his power into thinking of a
way out not just for him but for his team as well. He realizes that he
still has his hidden earpiece, Wizard gave to him a couple nights back.

Wizard even offered to put the earpiece in for him, but he declined. He
always felt something weird when he was around the older man and he didn't
let those glances the man shot at his butt, when he thought he wasn't
looking.

Nightshadow attempts to raise his hand up to his ear, but is unable to due
to his hands being used to give handjobs. He inwardly groans then regains
enough control of his body, specifically his arms, to swiftly jerk the two
men to completion. Warm splooge fills his hands and the pulsing rods in
them leave.

Finally, he presses a cum-soaked finger to the earpiece (hoping it won't
damage the expensively piece of Wizard tech) and waits for a response. A
split-second goes by as a lifeless voice cuts through the unyielding
loudness of groaning, moaning, horny journalists saying, "Yes,
Nightshadow?" Nightshadow sighs with relief then replies dryly, "Immediate
Evac Now."

"Sir? Do you request immediate evac?"

Like lightning in both speed and hurt, "Yes, I request FUCKING IMMEDIATE
EVAC!"

"Immediate evac initiating in 3,"

The large, callous, dirty hand grabs his face in a jerking motion, bringing
Nightshadow face to face with a grey-haired man. He's not like Wizard, who
is tall and thin yet with some muscles, instead, he is short, overweight
and his white shirt has black and yellow stains on it. His teeth are
visible through his cheshire-cat grin on his face and their
yellow. Nightshadow grimaces, "2" and then the man gets close and says with
garbage bin smelling breath, "Let me see the rest of your face, pretty
boy." The filthy hand grabbing the edge of his mask and slowly "1" pulling
it off, then...he's gone.

Flyby's balls rise up against the chin of the woman's mouth and just a
second after the hairy cameraman cums in his ass, his dick starts spurting
cum down the hot lady's throat. Another second later, the cameraman blasts
cum all over a dazed and breathless woman, and Flyby is nowhere to be seen.

Boomer can feel it coming and can see in Witch Boy's glazed over eyes, that
he's on the verge too. Boomer not letting go of his teammate in his arms
out of fear that if he did, he would lose him to the crowd, holds tight as
the orgasm hits. The reporters previously worshiping the duo are left
dazed, confused, and with cummy faces.

Scorch's breathing gets heavier and faster as the reporter still firing off
question after question gets him near the edge, until he lets out a loud
groan and three big pearl white loads of cum. The reporter is hit with one
load than the teen, previously pushed out of the way by the older man,
comes back and is hit with the other two. The teen is now standing with the
reporter in a circle of others with cum on their clothing, he looks down at
his Windhammer tee and notices the cum stains all over it, and he
innocently exclaims, "Oh man! I got my exclusive Windhammer tee dirty! My
mom is going to kill me!"

Away from the crowd, now dispersing after the jock heroes vanished, is a
shadowy figure stood alone in a darkened alleyway. The figure saunters off
leaving a faint pink mist behind them and whistling an eerily, upbeat tune.

End of Chapter Four

Hi, guys. Sorry it's been such a long wait, actually a whole month to be
exact. A lot has happened, a lot of rewriting and changes, splitting up the
chapter, and other things. It's been...a lot. Still though if you're still
reading and waiting, than I applaud you because you really like this
series. So thank you.

Speaking of thank you's, I would like to thank sluttynaughtyjock,
scwalkerxxx, milkinmycoffee1, and others for all of the help with editing,
suggestions, ideas, and support. Another big thanks to the people who have
inspired this series like, dumbhornyjock, daddysperfectjock, gocarty, and
others. And another huge thanks to @BuNikola on Twitter who drew this
amazing piece of fanart of the Teen Jocks v. Sludge.
https://twitter.com/skywindswine/status/1170855169690689537?s=20

Last thing before I leave you all here, keep sending messages to me through
email, Twitter, or Tumblr, I try to get to them all, but sometimes I get
distracted by other things. Also when you ask me when the next chapter is
coming out, I'm just going to say soon because it causes me anxiety and
stress when I put a deadline on myself. I hope you all understand my
decision and I will see you all next time. Also remember to donate to
Nifty.

-sky