Captain Hero couldn't sleep. He kept glancing down at the slim figure curled up under a thin blanket on the narrow bedroll beside his own king-sized waterbed, bright blond hair almost silver in the moonlight through the window. A frown creased his heroic chiselled forehead: the kid was trembling, whimpering in his sleep, the same little noise he'd made when threatened by that... that monster...
He'd been so scared, it had been all that Captain Hero, Protector of the Innocent, could do not to pull him into a tight, comforting embrace. Instead, he'd contented himself with a manly pat on the shoulder. After all, the kid might have misinterpreted the kindly-meant gesture. He was always going on about his girlfriend, after all. He believed he was straight.
Straight? Pah! The kid was about as straight as the house's plumbing. He just hadn't admitted it to himself yet.
Captain Hero sighed silently as Xandir choked back a sob. It had been torture seeing those lovely eyes fill with tears. But it would play merry hell with his reputation to let anyone know he found the kid... attractive.
Oh dear me no. No no no. Captain Hero was into chicks. Babes, dames, gals, honeys, women. Or girls. Females, at any rate.
Xandir was sobbing in earnest now, biting his blanket to stifle the quiet, heart-breaking sounds. Hero glanced to the bed on the other side of his own, where the yellow whatchamacallit was snoring gently, and nodded to himself. Wouldn't do to have the freak wake up. He slid off the waterbed, moving carefully to be as quiet as possible, and knelt on the floor beside the thin bedroll, wondering absently how the kid could sleep on something so goddamned uncomfortable. He laid a hand, very cautiously, on a leanly muscular shoulder...
A second later Xandir's sword was at his throat, the kid's bright blue eyes, still swimming with tears, focussed intently on the classically handsome face above him. An instant later, just before the blade cut into Hero's neck, the youth recognised his roommate and pulled the weapon back.
"Captain Hero?"
Feeling his throat gingerly, the man nodded, managing a lop-sided smile.
"You're... quick off the mark, Playstation."
Xandir nodded.
"You have to be when you could be attacked by a m... monster any second..." His face seemed to crumple and the tears started again. He rolled over, turning his back to Hero, and mumbled something that could have been "... sorry..."
"Hey, kid, it's OK." Hero pulled at a smooth-skinned shoulder, tugging the reluctant youth back to face him. "We were all scared. Hell, even me, and that doesn't happen very often!"
Xandir's head was lowered, his voice muffled.
"I shouldn't have... I mean, I've fought worse. But before, I always had a weapon - or a way out, a way to run. There I was - we all were - trapped." He peered up at the big man from under tousled blond hair. "It was... I was so scared..."
Hero seated himself cross-legged beside the young adventurer and brushed a hand absently over the bright hair.
"Happens to us all. And it would have been stupid not to be under those circumstances."
"You think so?" The young voice sounded unsure but hopeful, and Hero nodded.
"I know so, Playstation. Trust me. Anyone who doesn't feel scared when faced with certain death is an idiot. A dead idiot, usually. You did the right thing."
Xandir gracefully pulled himself up into a sitting position, letting the blanket fall to his narrow waist, moonlight glinting on the silver nipple rings, and Hero felt a jolt of lust arrow straight to his groin. God the boy was beautiful! Now if he only had tits... and a pussy... He closed his eyes for a second, growling at himself. He only did chicks...
Xandir's face was turned away, gazing at the full moon, his voice wistful.
"I wonder where she is..."
"Your girlfriend?"
"Yes."
"I'm sure she'll be fine, wherever she is." And will you look at me, kid, I want to see your face, not the back of your head!
Xandir sighed, head rolling to gaze at the hero.
"I hope so. I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to her."
"And yet she doesn't seem to mind what sort of danger she places you in."
Xandir's lips parted, ready to speak - but he paused and eyed Hero thoughtfully.
"Well, yes... but that's what I do. That's my purpose in life."
Hero ran a finger down the youth's cheek.
"What about the touchy-feely stuff? Love? Romance? Hubba-hubba - uh, sex?"
Xandir blinked at him.
"What about them?"
"Don't you think they're important too?"
"I don't know. I've never really thought about it. Them."
No wonder the poor kid didn't realise he was gay... Hero mentally shook his head. "You're missing a lot of fun, you know."
The expressive blue eyes were wistful.
"I guess... I don't know..."
Hero laid a companionable arm over slender muscular shoulders.
"How did you feel when Foxxy and Clara... were 'fighting'?"
"You mean afterwards, when they were rolling around together kissing?"
"Yes, then."
"Um... happy for them, I guess. They seemed to be enjoying themselves."
Hero slapped a mental hand to a metaphysical forehead. No-one could be this naïve, could they?
"Haven't you ever wanted to try it?"
"No!" Xandir looked horrified for a moment, then frowned, head inclined so soft blond hair brushed against Hero's naked arm. "At least... I'm saving myself for my girlfriend."
But there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Hero brought his mouth close to an elegantly pointed ear.
"But don't you think she'd enjoy it better if you were more... experienced?"
Xandir shuddered and covered his eyes with his hands.
"But... Not Toot. I couldn't."
Toot? God no, not that fat hag! Hero pulled the youth a little closer, grateful he'd worn loose shorts to bed tonight.
"That would be a cruel and unusual punishment! No, not Toot. But how would you feel about Foxxy? Or Clara?"
Xandir shrugged.
"I like them. But not in that way. Besides, they seem very happy together."
OK, that dismissed the opposition. He nuzzled Xandir's hair very slightly, feeling himself harden further at the light, herbal scent. Come to think of it, Xandir smelt pretty good all over. Hero had never noticed even a hint of the smell of sweat on the kid. Though admittedly it wasn't like he wore much clothing, nothing much to trap bodily fluids...
Hero groaned to himself. Bodily fluids, oh god, what he wouldn't give to exchange some with the kid right now...
"OK, well, that leaves the guys... I think we can forget Wooldoor. And Spanky."
Xandir nodded, considering the options. He had to admit Hero was right, the thought of getting the least bit intimate with either of those two was faintly nauseating. And Ling Ling was out of the question, of course. But that only left... He blushed.
"But... That only leaves you..."
Hero frowned, as though deep in thought, then smiled.
"By George, you're right. Well, I don't mind instructing you in the Hero method..."
Xandir's eyes gleamed.
"You'd do that? For me?"
Hero smiled, patting the youth's shoulder, hoping the triumphant gleam in his eyes would be taken for sympathy.
"Anything for a friend..."
Hero walked behind Xandir, practically drooling. The thong the kid slept in was even briefer than the one he wore during the day, delicate silvery-pink in colour and tied at the sides with little pink satin bows - it defined his tight little buttocks beautifully. Hero cupped his aching groin, palming his erection: that gorgeous arse was just made to be fondled. Stroked. Kissed. Licked. Nibbled. Fuc....
He mentally slapped himself. He was not into guys, no, not at all...
Oh reeeeeally?
He glanced down, growling silently at his penis.
Shut up!
Make me!!
He snatched his hand away from his groin as Xandir glanced over his shoulder, eyes bright in the moonlight.
"I really appreciate this, Captain Hero."
Hero waved a hand negligently.
"Think nothing of it, kid."
"Oh, but I do!" Xandir stepped down into the hot tub, sighing as he settled back into the warm water. "It's very kind of you."
"My pleasure." Well, it very soon would be... He seated himself beside the youth, arms stretched along the edge of the tub, and eyed his companion appraisingly. "Now, let's see, where shall we start...?"
Xandir half turned to him, expression ingenuous.
"Foxxy and Clara started by kissing..."
Hero shook his head.
"We'll get to that last."
Xandir blinked, but nodded obediently.
"OK. So - what, then?"
Hero wrapped one arm around the youth's shoulders, the other hand laid lightly on his chest.
"Why don't we start here...?"
He flicked the nipple ring gently, smiling when Xandir gasped and wriggled. Taking it between thumb and forefinger he gently tugged and twisted, grinning to himself as Xandir's back arched, eyes closing as his lips parted.
"Like that?"
"Oh... oh... yes..."
"So will your girlfriend... And she'll love this..."
He lowered his head to the youth's chest, taking the golden brown nipple completely into his mouth and tonguing firmly, laving the rigid flesh and cool metal then sucking hard. Xandir's hand grabbed the back of Hero's head, holding him in place, as long golden legs splayed wide. Hero grinned as the youth whimpered - then slid his arm around the narrow waist and pulled Xandir onto his lap, biting back a groan as the youth's weight settled on his erection. Supporting the young adventurer with one hand, Hero shifted his mouth to the other nipple, free hand teasing the one he'd just been suckling.
Xandir writhed on his lap, and he bit the be-ringed nipple, harder than he'd meant to. Not that Xandir seemed to mind: the youth uttered a strangled scream, hips bucking frantically, rubbing his groin against Hero's arm where it was laid along his body - then froze, penis throbbing against Hero's elbow as he climaxed.
Surprised (and a little disappointed) Hero raised his head to gaze down into the youth's face: Xandir's eyes were half-closed, lips parted, panting, a faint dark-golden flush colouring high cheekbones - he looked thoroughly debauched, sprawled over Hero's lap, legs loose and spread wide, one arm trailing in the water, the other limply clutching at his companion's short-cropped hair. The hero smiled.
"Good?"
"Oh my god... And my girlfriend will feel like this?"
Hero nodded.
"Of course, that's only the start. There are plenty of other things you can do."
Xandir dragged himself a little more upright.
"Like what?"
"Well..." Hero hooked a finger under one of the side-ties of Xandir's thong. "Let's get these off, first, hm?"
"Oh, OK. Of course." Xandir slid off Hero's lap and pulled at the ribbons, slipped out of the brief garment and tossed it onto the side of the tub, then raised his hands. "OK. What now?"
Hero slid out of his own shorts with some difficulty: loose they might be, but by now he was rock solid and aching. Should he chance it? Xandir was so gullible, and seemed to look up to him... Hero beckoned the youth closer, sliding a hand down the suddenly-quivering body to stroke the quiescent cock.
"Remember what Foxxy said about pipis and gigis?" Xandir managed to nod. "You know how good it feels when you touch your own pipi."
The youth blushed and lowered his head.
"I... I've done it sometimes. To stop it aching."
"It's even nicer when someone else does it. And chicks love to have their gigis stroked too." He hesitated, but Xandir was listening intently as he hardened again, one hand reaching tentatively forward to Hero's groin. He'd risk it. "And kissed. And licked."
Xandir froze, eyes wide.
"You can do that?"
Hero nodded gravely.
"Men like it too."
Xandir considered this, head tilted to one side, then glanced shyly at Hero.
"Can... could... what does it feel like...?"
"I'll show you - but you must try it too."
Xandir nodded.
"OK. That's only fair."
Hero caught his waist with both hands and lifted him to sit on the edge of the tub, pushing his knees gently apart and kneeling between them. He gazed up into huge shimmering eyes and raised an eyebrow.
"Now, I want you to concentrate on what I'm doing, OK? You're going to do it to me in a few minutes."
Xandir's expression became determined.
"OK."
"Good." Hero lowered his face to the youth's groin and licked the tip of the sturdy, elegant penis arching out from the golden body. Xandir shivered.
"That feels... oooooh..."
His head rolled back as Hero sucked the throbbing organ deeply into his mouth, tongue flicking against the velvety skin. Xandir whimpered helplessly, both hands gripping Hero's head.
"S... stop...!"
Puzzled, Hero let the rigid penis slide out of his mouth.
"What the matter, kid? Hurts?"
"Oh god no... Just... it's intense..."
"It's supposed to be."
"But... I'm still sensitive... let me try, please? Please?"
Hero was upright and sitting on the edge of the tub before Xandir had a chance to draw breath. The youth slid into the water and knelt between Hero's thighs, eyeing the massive, rigid, purpling cock with considerable trepidation.
"It's a lot bigger than mine..."
"Don't worry. Just take it slow. And try not to gag."
Xandir grinned at him.
"I don't have much of a gag reflex."
"You'll be fine, then."
"If you say so..." Taking a deep breath, Xandir lowered his face to Hero's crotch...
It took all his will-power not to come right there and then. The feel of Xandir's inexperienced tongue licking his penis, those pretty lips enclosing the tip then - greatly daring - moving further down... He groaned and balled his fists, eyes closed, forcing himself not to simply thrust into the virgin throat...
It didn't help that Xandir looked simply perfect, on his knees, mouth filled with Hero's heavy cock.
But then a slim hand cupped his balls and squeezed gently, and he gave up the struggle. One strong hand buried in the soft bright hair on the top of Xandir's head, Hero gave two short, sharp thrusts and spurted into the youth's mouth, coming copiously, groaning loudly then slumping forwards.
Xandir was spluttering and grimacing, struggling to swallow it all. He pushed himself upright and frowned at Hero.
"You might have warned me!"
"Sorry. Got carried away."
Xandir rinsed his mouth out with beer, a couple of cans of which lay forgotten at the side of the tub, then regarded Hero anxiously.
"Was I OK though?"
Hero pulled him into a hug, nuzzling his hair.
"You're a natural, kid."
"Thanks... So, now it's my turn?"
Hero groaned silently. The last thing he wanted was to suck off the kid - but he had agreed, and if he wanted this to happen again he'd better keep his word - Xandir seemed to have a pretty strong sense of what was honourable... He sighed and slid back into the water, wrapping strong hands around the slim waist and lifting Xandir into place on the tub's edge.
"Sure." The golden penis was limp; Hero decided to take that as a challenge. He tongued it between his lips, licking and sucking, pleased when it responded almost immediately, rapidly hardening and filling his mouth. Without taking his face away from the youth's groin, he eased Xandir forward a little so he was perched on the very edge of the tub - then slid a finger slowly under the firm balls to tease the puckered entrance to his body.
Xandir jerked, though whether from surprise or delight Hero wasn't sure at first - until the penis in his mouth throbbed and hardened even more.
Well that's a good sign! he told his interested cock. You might get some more fun tonight...
Xandir was whimpering, bent forward over Hero's head between his legs, hands spasmodically clenching in the short black hair.
"Oh... my... god..."
Hero tried sliding his finger further in, chuckling around the quivering penis in his mouth as the sphincter spasmed and relaxed a little, enough to let him ease in the tip. Xandir groaned, his balls tightening as he gasped...
"... Hero... gonna..."
Hero hastily tried to pull back, but was too late - the rigid penis throbbed and his mouth was suddenly full of semen. Quite pleasant tasting semen, he realised, going to spit then changing his mind and swallowing.
Xandir was trembling: Hero caught him as he slumped forward, holding the limp, sated youth in his arms. Xandir gazed up at him, smiling dreamily.
"... oooooooh...."
Hero grinned and buffed up his ego. Nice to know he could still have that effect. He kissed Xandir's forehead, and the kid sighed contentedly, then tilted his head expression inquiring.
"Captain Hero - what was that thing you did? With your finger?"
Hero raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, that? That was a guy thing."
Xandir wriggled out of the muscular arms and stood waist-deep in the warm water.
"What guy thing? C'mon, I want to know everything!"
*sproingggg* Hero glowered down at his irrepressible cock, suddenly hugely erect again. Though he could hardly blame it. It'd had no sex for days and was obviously determined to make the best of the current opportunity. Hero raised his head and eyed the youth appraisingly.
"It's kind of like what a guy and a chick do together."
Xandir considered this for a moment, then frowned.
"But I don't have a gigi. Nor do you."
"No. We use the other hole instead."
He watched bemused as Xandir digested this, his face slowly twisting into a grimace.
"... yeugh... That's... that's... very unhygienic..."
Hero resisted the urge to laugh, instead shaking his head.
"Not if you're clean. And we've been in the tub for at least an hour."
"I guess..."
"And it feels good..."
"It does?"
"Trust me."
Xandir hesitated for a moment, then sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"OK. What do I do?"
"Nothing much. Just lean over with your arms on the edge of the tub."
Xandir obediently turned around and bent over, resting his forearms on the tub's rim, pert buttocks just visible in the moonlit water. Hero swallowed hard and moved into position between the wide-spread long legs.
"Perfect. Now, this will feel a little queer. Don't worry, you'll get used to it quickly - then it'll feel great. I promise."
Xandir nodded, then yelped as Hero pushed his massive cock into the small entrance. The youth wriggled instinctively, trying to dislodge the intruder, but Hero gripped narrow hips hard and held him still. Xandir whimpered, grimacing over his shoulder, tears of pain trickling down his face.
"...hurts..."
Hero forced himself further into the lithe, taut body, grunting with every inch he progressed.
"... Little... further..." (grunt) "... won't hurt..." (grunt) "...for long..." (grunt) "... then it'll feel..." (grunt-sigh as he fully sheathed himself, his balls resting against Xandir's as the youth fought not to cry out) "... wonderful..."
He stilled for a moment, one hand holding the trembling Xandir still, the other under his body, fondling his limp penis - to no avail: the youth was still gasping in pain.
"... please... stop..."
"Not now, kid, not now I'm in. Give it a minute and you'll enjoy it."
Xandir rested his head on his forearms, shoulders shaking as he sobbed quietly. The pain... His whole lower body felt as though it was on fire. He was sure he was bleeding, it hurt too much not to be causing actual damage... He moaned as Hero started moving, pulling out, then shoving back in. When was this supposed to feel wonderful?
Then Hero did... something. Touched something, inside, and Xandir's eyes widened. What Hero was doing still hurt - god it still hurt! - but there was a wonderful pleasure too. The big man was rubbing over something that sent flutters and liquid warmth through his whole body: he felt himself hardening again, pushing into Hero's hand as the man began thrusting in and out of his arse faster and harder...
Then Hero slammed into him, moving back and forth in tiny, harsh jerks, his cock throbbing, and Xandir dimly felt something warm and wet filling him, but much of the sensation was drowned by Hero's hand on his penis, pumping him to his third climax of the night... He cried out as he came, then collapsed against the side of the tub, yelping as the movement yanked Hero's cock roughly from inside him.
There was a moment of stillness, then Xandir felt Hero sit beside him, panting, one slightly shaky hand resting on a bowed shoulder.
"Are you OK, Playstation?"
"... hurts..."
Frowning, Hero pulled the flinching youth to him.
"Yes, it might, for a while. But it wasn't all bad, was it?"
Xandir shook his head where it nestled against Hero's shoulder, and the big man ruffled his hair.
"It'll be better next time."
Xandir's head came up so fast he narrowly avoided colliding with Hero's noble chin.
"Next time?" he squeaked. "You think I want to do this again!?"
Hero regarded him gravely.
"Hey, it's all for your girlfriend, right?"
Xandir's mouth opened, then he paused and frowned, unable to work out quite how what they'd just done could possibly be of any use to his girlfriend. Unless she wanted to have him do the same thing... In which case... He gazed hopelessly at Hero.
"I guess... Does it hurt girls too?"
"The first few times. Then it gets easier, and they enjoy it."
Xandir lowered his gaze.
"Oh. Well, I guess I'll have to practise, then."
"That's the spirit. I'm more than happy to help you, kid. But..." he glanced at the horizon, which was showing a distinct sunrise-gold outline "... for now, let's get dried and get some rest."
"OK." Xandir made to move, and winced. "Don't think I can walk."
Magnanimous to the end, Hero swung him into strong arms and climbed out of the tub.
"Then I'll carry you."
A little later Xandir raised himself onto one elbow and eyed the sleeping form of Captain Hero. The big man looked so comfortable on that big, yielding bed - and Xandir felt so sore it hurt to move. Not for the first time the bedroll felt uncomfortably solid under him... Biting his lip and trying not to flinch, he hauled himself upright and slid onto the bed beside Hero, slipping under the cover and nestling close - surprisingly gratified when the hero turned in his sleep and pulled the young adventurer tightly close, one arm under his shoulders and the other cupping his groin, mumbling unintelligibly in sleep. Xandir tensed for a moment, then mentally shrugged and, resting his head on the broad chest, finally drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
Unseen to either of them, Spanky pulled the video camera away from his eye, chortling evilly if silently to himself. Boy oh boy oh boy... Captain Hero, womaniser extraordinaire, on tape fucking pretty boy up the arse. What wonderful blackmail material it would make!
Assuming, that is, there was anything left of the tape by the time he'd finished watching it...
© 2005 May 22nd Joules
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