Hero watched avidly as Xandir stretched languidly on the mossy fallen tree trunk, bright sunlight sparkling on the nipple rings, thin leather thong clearly outlining the bulge of his penis and balls. Hero swallowed hard, his own cock responding. It must have been... oh, at least three hours since he'd last fucked the kid... He managed to drag his eyes away and focus on the fishing line he was supposed to be plaiting out of jungle vines, distracting himself by thinking about the last few weeks...
Whatever Hero had planned to say to Xandir about the tenor of their relationship had had to wait.
First, when he got down into the kitchen area, Xandir had finished cooking and was standing behind Foxxy, massaging her shoulders. Not wanting to have the musician hear their 'discussion', the superhero had wolfed down his omelette then dropped to the floor and started his morning exercises instead: he'd wait until they had some privacy. Then that pestiferous yellow thing had upset his strategy by tearing through the house shouting about the latest challenge...
And once they'd managed to finally get some sense out of Wooldoor, the sheer unpleasantness of the challenge shoved Hero's irritation with the young adventurer completely out of his mind.
"But - I need my protein. How can I save the innocent if I'm a starving wreck?"
Foxxy had leered at him.
"Well, I guess they're jes gonna have to manage without you for a spell." She snorted. "Like you done much rescuin' since you been here..."
He scowled at her.
"That's hardly my fault. I wait for the call - if the call doesn't come, I stay on standby."
She chuckled, glancing at his groin.
"Yeah, suuuure."
He gritted his teeth. It was a waste of time trying to argue with Foxxy, she never took him seriously...
He was a little hurt that Xandir didn't try to smuggle food to him, though to be honest, there would probably be some sort of penalty if the kid had done so - maybe he'd even have been forced to join the losing team, and desperately hungry as he was, Hero didn't want the youth to suffer. Or lose his looks.
Though a little bit of sympathy wouldn't have gone amiss.
For Xandir it was something of a relief to be separated from the other team. He was slowly coming to realise that Captain Hero seemed to hold some sort of esoteric power over him: he found it almost impossible to resist the older man. Which, while it had a certain thrill to it, was definitely worrying. He loved the genie, after all, had dedicated his life to saving his dashing, blue-skinned lover. Captain Hero couldn't be allowed to spoil that.
Though he couldn't help but feel sorry for the big man...
... sympathy that abated when Hero crawled, not to him, but to Foxxy.
He slumped at the table, head resting in his hands, wishing he had Clara there to pat him on the shoulder and tell him he'd feel better once he'd killed himself. But Clara was with the other team. He debated briefly slipping the princess some of his team's food in an effort to make Hero jealous, then decided that was unworthy of him. And by the time Foxxy and Hero had drifted apart, Xandir had convinced himself he didn't care what the superhero did, he was content to wait for his genie. It was an attitude that kept him going all through Hero's abortive relationship with Bleh, although by the time Clara's cousin had left he was feeling desperately lonely. And dejected. And horny. And his disappointment when Hero hadn’t turned up at the mall had been so intense, so miserable, he could no longer hide the truth from himself: he loved the big man. Oh, nowhere near as much as he loved the genie, of course, but... the genie was gone, for the moment, and Hero was here, big, thoughtless, lustful, talented...
It would have to do, for now.
Being ordered out of the bedroom and onto the couch had startled Hero so much he'd meekly done as he was told, only pausing to ask himself 'why?' once the door was firmly closed behind him. Wasn't this what he'd been afraid would happen, that Xandir saw the 'relationship' as being much - deeper - than did Hero? That they were perceived as a 'couple', an 'item'? And he didn't want that, did he.
Did he?
... there were worse people to be involved with. He'd 'known' quite a few - Bizarro Captain Hero for one. Even Toot had made a play for him, after being rejected by Xandir. No, thinking about it, he could do far worse than the kid. At least until Xandir rescued his genie. But by then Hero himself would probably be ready to move on. He decided he'd give the kid a chance.
Then they'd been subjected to that... that... ludicrous contest, and its crushing aftermath. They'd been lucky to escape with their lives, and that was due mainly to Xandir and Ling-Ling. And Wooldoor, of course. But of all of them, Xandir was most at home in the circumstances in which they'd found themselves after Wooldoor had managed to land the chopper. Well, OK, crash-land it, but what the hell, they'd all come out breathing, though Foxxy had lost the fur from the tip of her tail and Clara had broken a nail. But Xandir - Xandir had come alive, effortlessly directing the others to cobble together a rough but surprisingly comfortable shelter out of the jungle undergrowth, set Clara and Toot to gathering wood for a fire (Ling-Ling had used its eyebeams to light the logs), and had Spanky and Wooldoor look around for the nearest water-source while he and Hero hunted up something to eat.
Hero would never forget the way the kid, stripped down to just his thong, had swung himself up into the trees with extraordinary grace, using his sword to hack through the stems of the various fruits he found, dropping them down to Foxxy on the ground. In fact, the sight had been so distracting Hero had flown headfirst into a large tree and almost knocked himself out...
They'd eaten well that night, and afterwards dropped into an exhausted sleep - most of them, anyway; Xandir had quietly volunteered to keep watch. In the early hours of the morning Hero had joined him where he sat outside the shelter, cross-legged by the fire with his sword beside him. He smiled as the superhero joined him, and Hero brushed a kiss over his cheek.
"You did good, Playstation. How come you know so much about wilderness survival?"
Xandir shrugged and reached for a coconut, piercing the top with his sword and sipping the milk that filled it.
"It's what I do. I must've spent at least a year slashing my way through jungles on my mission to rescue..." he paused, smile fading as he lowered his eyes. "I wonder where he is?"
Hero laid a strong arm over the youth's shoulders.
"I'm sure he's safe. No-one would be stupid enough to damage a magic lamp."
"Well no, but... what if Lord Slashstab has wished for something awful. Like for the genie to... I don't know... turn into a woman or something?"
The kid was starting to panic again, and Hero sighed. Xandir was so calm and competent when called on to protect others - they'd seen that when he and Ling-Ling had fought off the camera-bots - but when it came to personal matters... The big man pulled him close, smirking. Of course, there was an excellent way to distract him...
Xandir gasped as Hero's hand eased into his thong, tweaking his penis: the big man licked an elegantly pointed ear, making the youth shiver.
"I'm sure genies have certain - self-limiting abilities. He'll be fine. Now let me take your mind off your worries."
Xandir glanced over his shoulder worriedly.
"The others can hear. And see."
Hero stood, sweeping Xandir up into his arms and striding towards the edge of the clearing.
"Then we'd better find somewhere more private."
"But we're supposed to be on guard!"
"Don't worry - we won't go too far, then we'll hear if anything happens..."
A short distance from their camp a tumble of fallen, mossy tree trunks had flattened the undergrowth. Hero, his cock practically bursting through his costume as he nuzzled the soft blond hair, swung the protesting Xandir back to his feet then pushed him forwards to lean over the nearest trunk.
"Captain Hero, wait!"
Hero was tugging off the little thong with his teeth, one hand reaching around to fondle the youth's burgeoning erection, and his "Can't wait, kid." was a little indistinct. If true - indeed, his cock was already leaking, straining for action. Xandir hurriedly grabbed for a large flower, growing nearby, and shoved it into the hero's hand.
"Here. The nectar will help."
"Huh?"
Xandir twisted and pointed with a shaking hand into the flower.
"Nectar. At the bottom. Use that."
It seeped through Hero's lust-drugged mind that the nectar was smooth and slightly oily, and would make for just-about adequate lubrication. He hastily dragged off what was left of his outfit and smeared the fragrant stuff over his cock - then gripped Xandir's hips hard and thrust into his arse.
Xandir whimpered, biting his lip. It had been a while since it had been so painful - but then again, it had been a while since they'd done this. After Hero taking up with Foxxy, and then Blegh, Xandir hadn't wanted anything to do with the superhero - until it occurred to him that in a way, he was doing exactly the same, taking Hero as a sort of consolation prize because his genie wasn't here. Then that stupid contest had got in the way... He yelped as the big cock stroked over his prostate and Hero slid a hand under his groin to pump his penis. The big man nipped at his neck.
"OK kid?"
Xandir managed a squeaked, "yes!" before a forceful thrust had him jetting over Hero's hand, muscle clenching around the cock in his arse. Hero groaned and came, pulsing into the hot, tight channel then slumping over the youth's back with a sigh.
"You are pretty, and I do care about you, about us..."
Xandir managed a small chuckle.
"So you'll dress up for me again?"
Hero kissed his shoulder, cock sliding out of his arse with a wet, sticky and sweet-smelling thwup.
"Maybe when we get back to civilisation."
Civilisation... But now they were here, lost in this jungle. And it was idyllic. Pity it wasn't just the two of them, but you couldn't have everything. And at least the others saw to the camp and the food when he and Xandir were off... 'hunting'...
Hero gave up on the fishing line, licking dry lips as Xandir wriggled to arrange himself more comfortably on the mossy tree trunk in the drowsy afternoon sun, one arm over his stomach, the other above his head, one leg stretched out along the wood, the other gracefully relaxed over the side, bringing the bulge of his groin into prominence. His eyes were closed, and a slight smile played over his lips. He looked, thought Hero, both completely adorable and deliciously irresistible. If only they could stay here forever...
He sighed, then coloured when he saw the kid was watching him, head rolled to the side, eyes half-closed, bewitching little smirk on his lips. Hero groaned, cock instantly rigid and eager: Xandir languidly stretched out a hand.
"My Hero..."
Hero knew they were being watched - Spanky made a habit of it when Clara was spending 'quality time' with Foxxy, and the morose Wooldoor spied on them, vicariously enjoying what he wanted but couldn't have. Even Toot watched sometimes, growling under her breath with helpless envy. Hero no longer cared. The rules were different out here in the wild. He was the alpha male. And Xandir was his - his bitch, as Spanky had put it - available any time he felt like it. Either of them felt like it. Puffing out his chest and stripping off his shorts, Hero strode to the tree trunk and pulled the giggling adventurer to his feet, ripping off the tight little thong, lifting Xandir against him then leaning back against the moss-covered wood as he slid slowly, teasingly, into the tight little arse.
Xandir gasped and wrapped his legs around the narrow waist, arms around Hero's neck. The big man licked his ear, leering as the youth whimpered and pushed himself more forcefully onto the cock filling him. Hero settled one hand under the lean backside and tugged roughly on a nipple ring with the other.
"Happy, kid?"
Shivering, Xandir managed to squeak a breathless "yes" before Hero started ramming home: he wriggled against the superhero's body, rubbing his erection against the pale, sweat-slicked skin of the big man's abdomen. Hero chuckled and fondled the nipple between his fingers, nipping at the tip of a pointed ear as Xandir cried out and came, semen slippery between them.
The superhero paused for a moment, smirking down into the youth's flushed face, relishing the debauched expression, then turning so that Xandir's back rested against the fallen tree. Pushing the young adventurer a little from him - partly so he could watch the kid as he fucked, and partly to make it easier to hit Xandir's prostate - Hero pressed his thighs against the side of the trunk and, fingers teasing the nipple rings, began to thrust home slowly and steadily.
Xandir gasped, head rolling back as he squirmed to get as much of that big, beautiful cock into him as possible, his arms splayed against the mossy wood, backside shifting up and down as Hero rammed home faster and faster.
Gods, it felt like Hero's cock was hitting the back of his throat from inside. He was sure that rigid pole wasn't this big before... he whimpered as a particularly powerful thrust stroked across his prostate, pleasure spearing from his groin to his brain. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of a flash of yellow - Wooldoor was wanking while watching again - then everything was drowned in sparkling white light as he came, hips bucking, buttocks clenching against the superhero's groin. Hero groaned and climaxed hard, his cock throbbing in the youth's body, flooding him with hot wet creamy jism...
It was several minutes before they could move. Hero slid gently out of the youth's arse, smiling at the dreamy, sated expression on his face, then leaned forward and brushed a kiss over his lips, tugging on the nipple rings as he did so.
"Sweet."
"Mmmmm..." Xandir wriggled against him, stickiness oozing from between his legs and down the side of his stomach: Hero reached for a handful of leaves to mop up the mess. The youth giggled.
"Tickles."
Hero ran his fingers lightly over the flaccid golden penis, chuckling when Xandir squirmed and grabbed his wrist.
"Don't tease, honey."
Hero cocked an eyebrow. Honey. Now there was an idea. Xandir, arms bound above his head, legs widely spread, honey gleaming over his lean golden body, entirely at Hero's mercy... He'd lick the kid all over, slowly, maddeningly, like some delicious sticky treat... Perhaps he'd be generous and let the others join in... he felt himself harden as he imagined their faces, the little noises - half pleading, half humiliated - Xandir would make as they licked and sucked, tongues and fingers exploring his body... He leaned forward to nuzzle the bright hair, murmuring,
"Do you know how to find honey in the jungle?"
Xandir blinked, then frowned.
"Um, well... I'm not sure. I think so. Why?"
Hero grinned and kissed the tip of his nose before straightening up.
"Oh, just an idea..."
He pulled the kid to his feet: Xandir wobbled unsteadily, the afterglow of his last orgasm leaving him weak and shaky. He clung to Hero, suddenly glad he had such a strong protector, and sighed happily.
"I guess we'd better get back. It must be lunchtime."
Hero's stomach grumbled obligingly, and he nodded.
"Yup. And it's Spanky's turn to cook. What d'you bet it's tiger steak again? Or wild boar?"
"I don't mind. They're both tasty." Xandir had bent from the waist to pick up his thong, presenting Hero with an altogether too tempting target: the superhero slid a couple of fingers into the arse in front of him, earning himself a yelp as Xandir flopped forward over the tree trunk again. He glanced wide-eyed back over his shoulder.
"Why Captain Hero! You are insatiable."
The superhero grinned and eased his cock into a hot channel already slippery with his come, thrusting hard and fast and climaxing quickly - it was amazing how much more stamina he had these days. Xandir whimpered and pressed himself against the soft cool moss, hips bucking as he came, then collapsed, exhausted, draped over the trunk. He shook his head.
"You've worn me out, honey. I can't walk."
Hero swept him into strong arms with a dramatic flourish.
"I'll just have to carry you, then."
Xandir struggled briefly.
"Wait! Our clothes...!"
"Ah, forget 'em." Hero leered down into the blushing face against his broad chest. "It's not like the others haven't seen what we've got."
Colouring furiously, Xandir hid his face against a solid pectoral muscle - cheekily biting a firm nipple as he did so. Hero shivered then kissed the top of his head.
"Later, kid. Let's go eat first. Build up our strength."
A sated, well-fucked Xandir sprawled in his arms, the superhero strode back to the camp. One of these days, he was sure, someone would remember that he could fly, and ask him to go for rescue. He might be able to delay for a while - he was sure he could come up with some excuse, it wouldn't be the first time - but eventually he'd have to acquiesce. Then it would be back to civilisation and their old, mundane lives.
But in the meantime he was perfectly happy here, thank you, king of his own personal jungle. He gazed down at Xandir, grinning to himself.
Life was good.
© 2005 May 22nd Joules