"BBUUUZZZZ"
A bolt of laser flew through the air, but his bestial instincts let
him dodge the beam easily. His senses were on full alert as adrenaline
began pumping through his veins. With a metallic grinding sound foot long
claws of ademantium, the strongest alloy known to man, emerged. The
devil's pitchfork wouldn't have been sharper. The man dove upon the robot
that had fired the laser beam, his claws drove through the heart of the
robot, and the man forcefully pulled them back out.
Two more robots walked, flanking him from each side, he gave a
sideways swipe and cut the two robots in half in a single liquid movement.
Sweat poured out of his veins as he back-flipped up and over a fourth
robot, which tried to sneak up on him. The robot got confused at the man's
sudden disappearance and didn't even realize what happened, as the man's
claws dove into the back of the machine. A loud buzz resulted, as it
exploded.
The man stood, almost retracting his claws, but then he heard heavy
metallic footsteps, something was coming towards him. He turned around
just in time to see the giant robot step up to him. It was much larger
than the others were, the man didn't care. He charged it and then jumped
forward, claws first. Thought the robot was coated in adimantium, the
man's momentum gave him enough force to go threw the robot and send the
failing machine down to the ground. The whole room shook with the force of
such a titan being dropped.
The man tried to stand back up, but his claws had now become logged
within the adimantium skin of the robot. The man lacked the momentum and
energy needed to pull his claws out or even retract them from the robot.
From the walls of the room, laser weapons began to open fire. Their beams
of red energy began to target and aim the man. He tried to pull them out,
even more desperately now, but to no avail. The man knew it was over, he
had only tugged 3 inches out of the machine, and the wall guns had already
locked and targeted him. There was nothing he could do, he closed his eyes
and waited for the pain of the beams and the humiliation of defeat.
GGGZZZEEEWWW! GGGZZZEEEWWW! GGGZZZZEEEWWW!
They fired; the man waited for the pain. He waited, and waited.
He finally opened his eyes and looked up. Rage boiled inside him and his
embarrassment turned to anger. There he was the smirking,
goodie-goodie-two-shoes, Scott Summers.
"Late night Logan?" he said, with a gentle smile on his lips. His
eyes were hidden behind ruby sunglasses, but his hair was a sandy blonde,
his features were that of a twink, and he only needed to shave once a month
to keep a smooth face. He was dressed in only his ruby red boxer shorts,
which matched the color of his sunglasses perfectly.
Logan ripped his claws out of the robot in pure rage at being
disgraced, at letting this little twink save him from defeat. There was
also something else, Logan couldn't stand to be around Scott like this.
The older man always had feelings for Scott, he was bi, and was attracted
to Scott and Jean Grey, Scott's girlfriend. He hated himself having
thoughts like that, Scott's choice of clothes, didn't help stop Logan's
wondering mind. Wolverine, Logan, smelled Scott's young 21-year-old body.
The intoxicating scent emanating from Scott's lightly hairy armpits and
from the pubic hair hidden beneath Cyclops' boxers. His eyes roamed like a
hungry wolverine's staring at the hairless chest of Cyc and the big meaty
body, which Scott possessed. Wolverine, despite his best efforts, glanced
at the young man's crotch, was it just him or was there a slight tenting in
that sizable bulge covered up by a thin layer of cloth?
Scott had heard the noise in the Danger Room, where the X-Men
trained, and went to investigate. He knew Wolverine was in trouble and
saved him. He almost regretted it, Wolverine hated the help of others, and
Scott didn't want to be driven away from the hunk. Scott was really gay;
he was only with Jean because he didn't know how to tell her she was only a
friend. Scott really lusted for Wolverine. Wolverine was training in his
skintight lycra yellow pants with blue underwear like uniform over his
privates. He was missing his shirt, mask, and boots, which Scott was
thankful for. He feasted on the hairy musculature of Wolverine. Logan was
the hottest guy Scott had ever seen, of course he could never tell Logan
that.
Wolverine, didn't want to get angry, he wanted to just go kiss this
sexy stud, but that wasn't who he was. Wolverine screamed a cry of rage,
retracted his claws and began to storm off. He hated it, he wished there
was some way to show Scot the truth, but he didn't know how. He pushed
past Scott roughly, ready to rant and rave again, but then a scent wafted
into his nose. He knew that scent; it was the scent of an aroused man.
Scott gathered all of his will and forced his hand out, he grabbed
Wolverine's muscular shoulder. Electricity arched between them, Wolverine
turned around. An awkward moment began as the two looked into each other's
eyes. Confusion, anger, pity, lust, dominance, manliness, softness, love,
all of the emotions a person could feel boiled together in the two manly
bodies. In the blink of an eye their lips and tongues conjoined as one.
Scott hungrily began kneading Wolverines crotch with his hands, he
moaned as Wolverine pinched his nipples hard and dominantly. Scott pulled
out the giant pole in Logan's pants into the open air. Cyc knew exactly
what to do; he went down on Logan. He parted his sweet soft lips and took
in Logan's large manly 9-inch monster.
Wolverine cried out as his cock was engulfed in hot wet velvet. Cyclops
began sucking and sucking, making Wolverine feel so good. Wolverine felt
guilty and so he pulled out of Scott's mouth just long enough to fall down
next to the hunk, and tear his ruby boxers off. Cyclops moaned as
Wolverine engulfed his 8-inch cock. After the initial pleasure of having
Logan's mouth over Scott's cock, Cyclops went back to lapping at
Wolverine's cock. Over and over they sucked, taking as much cock as they
possibly could. Their hands roamed over each other's body. They squeezed
the others nipples and explored the other's sweet tight butt holes.
Finally, the moaning grew louder than ever. They both gave a cry, Scott's
like some 16-year-old having his first blowjob, and Logan's like some
demonic bestial warrior from Hell. Suddenly their cum went flying into
each other's mouths. Loads of hot sticky lava flowed into their mouths and
eventually down to the floor below.
They lay there for a moment. Their intense orgasms preventing them from
moving anymore. They were catching their breath back, their minds reeling
with the reality of what they had just done. Suddenly, Wolverine looked
scared, staring down at the naked body of Cyclops. He jumped up and pulled
his pants back on, running out of the danger room like a frightened animal.
Scott got up slowly, watching Wolverine race away but too tired to go
follow. He didn't remember getting his shorts back on or walking to his
room, but none the less found himself collapsing on his bed and falling to
sleep an instant later.
