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The Uncanny X-Men: Newcummer - Episode 1
By Author Unknown
It was hot that summer . . . in more ways than one. I had
finally managed to make my way to Westchester, New York, home of
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. I was no longer a
youngster, but I was definitely "gifted." I pondered my mutant
powers as the cab drove through the estate's gate; it was my
ability to shape-shift that was most useful, but my power of
telepathy was my favorite. I loved to peek into minds.
As the taxi pulled to a stop in front of the large main doors.
I noticed the knob turn and a well-built male exit. Extremely
handsome, this man wore red glasses and managed to make my cock
quiver a bit as he opened the door for me. Mmmm . . . , I thought
as I stepped out of the vehicle, what a kind man. He didn't make
eye contact with me as he spoke, "I'm Scott Summers. You must be
Kary Maine."
"That is correct," I flashed a smile at him, before continuing,
"It's fabulous to meet you." I really meant it . . . he was hot!
He paused and looked at me for a moment. My thin, pale white male
body and short, jet black hair appeared relaxed and serene in his
presence, my hazel eyes not wanting to leave the perfect pecs in
front of me. God, at that moment, I wanted to tug at his tight
Spandex shirt and lick his nipples and muscled abs with a passion.
Mmm . . . how delicious he would be.
This pleasant thought was interrupted by the rough-hewn stud,
"Your luggage."
"Oh, yes. I almost forgot."
Neither of us moved before the sloth of a taxi driver leaned out
his window and shouted, "C'mon love birds. The meter's runnin'."
Scott and I looked at each other and the color of his face now
matched that of his ruby shades. I moved to the driver and paid
the fare, while Scott gathered my bags in his arms. I admired his
bulging biceps as he carried my belongings.
"I should carry those--I know they're heavy," I said to show
that I somewhat cared about him already.
Without a look came, "No, I'm sure you are tired from
travelling."
"It's true, the flight wasn't the best."
"Professor Xavier is out of town at the moment, but he didn't
forget about you. Mr. Cassidy is running things in the interim."
"Oh, so are you an instructor here?"
"You could say that."
I wished that his bottom half were draped in Spandex as well, so
that I might catch a glimpse of his tight ass.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Uncanny X-Men: Newcummer - Episode 1, part 2
After telling me that Mr. Cassidy was in the city buying
supplies and that the inhabitants of the school were away with the
Professor, Scott gave me the grand tour. We ended at the pool
where Scott introduced me to Peter Rasputin. My mouth must have
dropped wide open. This new man was perfection! Wearing only a
cheetah print speedo, Peter was a visual feast, and he appeared
large in every way. He must have been in the pool moments earlier,
because beads of water glazed on his surface, across his smooth
large pecs, and down his tight stomach. I wanted these two men so
bad at that moment. Scott turned to leave and I broke my stare to
stop him, "Scott . . ."
He stopped and turned to me. "Yes?"
"Thank you for everything . . ."
He looked away as if thinking of someone else and then back at
me, "Uh . . . your welcome, Kary."
I captured a thought from him in that instant. Something about
not betraying Jean, whoever that was. With that he was gone,
leaving me with the Russian Adonis. Sights like these had caused
me to "need" sex immediately. With Scott gone, I knew I would have
to settle for Peter, but believe me, he was no consolation prize.
I sat to his left in a yawning chair. I focused my eyes at him
as if to convey a message, a message to say "I want you to fuck me
and I want it NOW."
He looked at me casually, received my gaze, turned back to his
former direction, and then rapidly returned to me. He looked
deeply at me as if pulling the thought from me, then smiled.
I couldn't say a word; he was so hot. Luckily, he spoke,
"Let's take a walk, Kary."
He rose from his chair and I followed him. He led me down the
sidewalk deep into the acreage of the estate. We didn't speak for
a while, just glances here and there. Finally, I regained my
ability to talk. "So what's your mutant power?"
Peter smiled again and stepped back. "Watch."
I did with amazement. This stud began to harden all over. The
texture of him changed to a metallic kind and the sunlight
reflected off of him magnificently. I couldn't resist. I stepped
forward and placed my hand on his wide chest if only to feel this
newness. It was like hardened or denser skin and was a little
cold.
"I've never been with a man before," he said in his dreamy deep
voice. He took my hand in his and we walked until we came to a
barn. He opened the tattered barn doors with a touch and as it
ached open, I leaned my 5'10" frame against his huge upper body
with one of my arms reaching his other side.
His arm around me now, he grasped my hand and led it slowly down
his defined abs, across every curve, until sliding our hands deep
into the hot mass of his speedo. I moaned in pleasure. His cock
was only half-way hard, even though he remained in armored form.
This allowed me to realize his uncut status. Perhaps in Russia
studs are allowed to remain in their original form. It was long
and wide, I rubbed him with my magic touch. His groan indicated
that he enjoyed it.
Our eyes met again and this time he leaned until his lips
reached mine.
He kissed me softly, and I knew he was gentle giant. My fingers
left his rod temporarily to work his hair and caress his chest. He
licked my neck with his powerful tongue.
"Ohhhhh . . . yes . . . Peter," I heatedly whispered. His lips
returned to my mouth and he plunged his tongue fast into me. His
tongue filled me up, and I was in heaven. Remaining liplocked,
Peter reached for my legs, lifted me into his massive arms, and
carried me to a hay pile. Gently, he placed me on my back.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Uncanny X-Men: Newcummer - Episode 1, part 3
"Peter, you're so hot," I said. He placed his knees next to my
shoulders with his bulging calves resting alongside my newly de-
clothed chest. He must have been at least eleven inches long and
several inches wide because as he kneeled, he did not need to
strain to reach my mouth with his colossal cock. His ass grazed my
chest and my tongue and lips waited for his armored dick to reach
me. It did, and he pressed it against my cheeks, tongue, lips, and
down my throat. I began to suck him hard and tight.
"Ohhhh, yes, Kary. Unnnh." As he pulled from my mouth, he
reverted to his human form and quickly began working my asshole
with his fierce tongue. I moaned with ecstasy and he licked even
faster.
"I want you inside me," I said.
"I'm gonna fuck your tight ass so hard."
"Good, I've never had it before."
This seemed to impassion my Russian meat boy, he slid back
preparing his dick for entrance. I spread wider and tugged at my
ass with my free hands, waiting for what seemed like a virgin
forever, for him to slide his pulsating manhood into my quivering
spot. "Mmmmmm . . . . . oh!" It hurt, but I resisted the urge to
use my shapeshifting powers to make my hole bigger. I wanted him
in me, no tricks. His knob pushed against my cheeks. Each touch
was amazing.
"You like that? Huh?" he said.
"Yes, oh, God, yes!"
I wasn't lying, his cock probed deeper into my tightness. Soon,
six inches of him filled me. As he pounded me harder and deeper,
he laid his chest against mine, causing my cock to press against
his abs. I felt as though I would lose consciousness with each
thrust because his power was unrelentingly orgasmic. He twisted my
nipples with his rough hands while his huge ball sack slammed
furiously against my wet cheeks. I licked his hard nipples as they
bobbed into my face, and my hands smoothed across his taut back
down to his muscular ass. I pushed at his backside with my hands,
wanting him deeper. He obliged and went as far as he could, all
the while I sucked his football player fingers.
"Harder . . . unnnh . . . ," I pleaded.
"Yeah . . . . mmmm . . . oh, yeah, your ass is tight."
"Cum. Please, I want your cum up my ass. Oh . . . ," I begged.
Peter worked even harder at slamming his rod into me. His ball
sack was getting wet with the pre-cum that continued to dribble all
over us. My eyes were rolling back into my head--he was so hot!
In and out and faster he went.
"I'm gonna cum," he said.
"Oh!" I could not wait any longer for his meaty fluid. I
didn't have to.
Within seconds, Peter's cock lurched and spit his sticky juice
deep inside me.
"Oh . . . !" My own penis oozed on his abs and our collective
orgasm had been initiated.
He withdrew his dick and slapped it right on my stomach as cum
continued to fly and spill from his delicious meat. "Yes, Peter .
. . Oh." His cum proceeded to pour across my supine body before we
both collapsed in exhaustion.
We lay there in the hay next to one another.
"Peter, you were spectacular," I praised.
The cute Russian wrapped his thick arm around me and kissed my
cheek, before commenting, "That was the best sex I've ever had."
We slept on the hay in each other's arms.
Newcummer - Episode 2, part1
Hours earlier Peter and I had made love in the barn on the
Xavier School grounds. We remained in the hay of the barn and
talked. He told me all about his early life in Russia and his days
with the X-Men as Colossus.
He told me about Kitty and some of his other loves. I was his
first male lover, and as we laid there, my hands often found his
enormous ball sack.
He had the biggest set of balls I had ever seen, much less felt.
Almost as big as a cow's milk sack. How ironic it seemed, I was
comparing his endowment to a cow in the barn where I had milked him
of his sweet cum.
He was ever the Russian gentleman. He held me against his
mammoth chest and kissed me often as we lay there. I wanted to
stay with him forever, but at the same time I wondered how many
more hunks like him and Scott there were to be found in the X
Mansion. I mean, Peter was fabulous and I wanted to make love with
him again sometime, but what of Scott? I had just finished fondling
Peter again in all his nakedness when a crimson-haired older man
entered the sanctity of the barn. Startled, Peter sat up and
positioned his arm to keep me down--a protective gesture from a hot
guy.
This stranger was handsome as well, a little older, yes, but
still boyishly cute.
The man's mouth agape, Peter addressed him, "Sean." "Peter, I
dinnae have any idear." Irish brogue to go with the red hair and
sexy green eyes.
"Sean . . . I . . ." I could tell that Peter's newly bisexual
state was still a shock to himself, much less this Sean.
"Sean, I am Kary Maine."
"Yes, I've seen yur picture. I really must be goin' now. I'll
talk to ye later."
The Irish dreamboat exited and Peter sunk his head in his hand.
I knew I needed to comfort him.
"Peter, it's all right. Sex is sex, period."
"I know, Kary. It's just I wasn't ready for the others to know.
I don't know if I would ever be ready for such a thing."
"I don't have any expectations for you and I, Peter. I mean,
yes, I had the best sex I've ever had with you, but that doesn't
mean you're obligated to make love to me ever again."
He kissed me hard and fast, enough to make me hot all over.
"Kary, no. I will be with you again. I know this."
I smiled at him and kissed his cheek.
"Now I must go," he said. He rose to a standing position, balls
hanging low.
"One last thing," I said as I crawled between his legs,
surrounded one of his testicles with my perfect lips, and gave it
a good suck. He moaned and patted my head. I released his
manliness and watched him load into his speedo.
He was gone from the barn before I had dressed. I missed him
already--what a man!
I was about to leave the way I came when I heard a creak from
the back of the barn. I turned to see the Irish man. Sweaty, he
crept into the barn like a shy schoolboy, closing the back door
behind him. Wearing a blue jogging outfit, I could not help but
notice that he had a considerable bulge. My shorts became even
tighter after recognizing this.
"Sorry I disturbed ye earlier," he said.
"Don't be sorry," I said with a smile.
"Oh." So much like an innocent boy, but still older than Peter.
A curious straight, I thought as I sat down on a wooden bench.
"I didn't know ye knew Peter, Kary."
"I do now."
I think he wanted to hear that I wasn't attached to Peter. "So
. . . were you out for a jog?"
"Yeah, I'm trying to stay in shape."
There was an awkward pause. He stared out the main barn doors
as if nervous about something. I resisted the temptation to peek
into his mind.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Uncanny X-Men:
Newcummer - Episode 2, part 2
"You look great," I said.
He turned his gaze to me immediately and smiled. He was
flattered, I could tell, his face slightly red. "Do ye really
think so, Kary?" he said in a modest voice.
"Of course." I decided to take the initiative, "Sean . . ."
"Yes, Kary?" He perked up, as if ready to obey my every
command.
"Take off your shirt."
He giggled nervously and half-heartedly said, "Wot?"
"Do it. Take off your shirt."
"Okay," he said. Using his well-muscled arms, Sean lifted his
sweatshirt over his head and slowly pulled it off. It mussed up
his hair just right, and he looked like a tired high school
athlete. But he wasn't built like one. His pecs were perfectly
round, smooth, and tight with radiant brown nipples to compliment
his rippled abs.
"Oooh, nice chest," I purred.
"Really?"
I nodded 'yes.'
"What's nice 'bout it?"
I approached him and used my fingers to touch the areas I felt
were grrrreat! "Mmmmm . . . . your abs are yummy looking and your
pecs are simply divine."
My hands ended up one on each pectoral muscle. He looked down
at my hands and asked with a breadth of nervous heat, "Do ye find
me attractive, lad?"
"So far."
As I walked around him to touch his back and feel how smooth it
was, he spoke to me again, "I . . ."
He wanted me to lead him off the straight path--he was too
scared to bend himself. I circled to the front of the sexy stud
and looked down at his drawstring sweat pants tightly encircling
his waist. He looked at me as if slightly worried. "Kary, what do
ye want from me?"
I put my finger to his lips as a way of quieting this youthful
man. His hair was sweaty and soft as I ran my hand through it. He
grabbed me by my wrist and forced my gaze to meet his. Our eyes
locked and so did our lips as he leaned into me. His broad hands
wrapped my face and mine rubbed his pecs. His nipples hardened as
our embrace ended. I stepped back and tugged at the drawstrings.
His jogging pants fell to floor of the barn exposing his burgeoning
erection, as well as his thick thighs and his round calves. A
perfect specimen, I thought. I've come to the right place--the X
Mansion is filled with hot, gorgeous men.
With a full view of Sean's splendor, I commented, "I like what
I see."
His cock continued to rise. It nudged me as it was long. He
kissed me again, full tongue. He was definitely an experienced
kisser, knowing just how to enter and please. His wide hands found
my tightly clothed ass. He squeezed me closer, his stiffness
riding against my stomach. With a free hand, I released my shorts
allowing them to drop to my ankles. His thick fingers pulled at my
boxers and removed them.
Instinctively his fingers found my hole and one at a time slid
hotly in.
I grasped his hair and pulled his ear to my mouth, "Careful, I'm
still sore."
"I'll be gentle with ye darlin'."
This sexy remark caused my head to fall back exposing my ripe
neck to his ready tongue. He worked my neck and cheeks like there
was no tomorrow and occasionally buried his tongue in my wet mouth.
Close to my ear, he whispered "Ye want me?"
"Yes . . . oh, God, yes . . ." His tongue had sent me into
complete desire.
"I'm gonna give ye what ye want," he said with power. He spun
me around, before speaking again, "Grab that pole and hang on
tight."
I did and within seconds he entered me. His hot, throbbing dick
grazed my sore hole. The pain was there, but I wanted him more
than anything at that moment.
"Sean, you're so hot. Ohhhh . . ."
"Ye like that, Kary? Ye like my rod up yur tight ass? Huh?"
He said with a slap on my ass cheek.
"Yes, Sean, unnnnh . . . yes!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Uncanny X-Men:
Newcummer - Episode 2, part 3
I held the wooden pole tight as he worked my ass. Plunging
deeper and deeper, he made me scream with delight.
"Squeeze that hole, tighter . . . yeah, that's it," Sean said
slamming his package against me furiously.
He continued to thrust and smash my ass for quite awhile, with
each movement making me want his juice that much more.
"Cum on me, Sean. Please."
I barely finished my request when he withdrew and squirted his
hot, steaming Irish cum all over my backside. "Nnnnnh, yes . . ."
As he continued to drip, I turned, faced him, and pulled our naked
bodies together so that his meaty fluid would cover both of us. I
licked at his nipples and drew up his juice with my tongue. It was
sweet and tangy.
When he finally finished shooting his load, he encircled me with
his arms and squeezed us together. His cum covering the both of
us, he kissed me again.
The afterglow was tangible as I sat on his lap in the hay.
Strands of hay attached themselves to are sweaty patches of naked
skin. I had received a few splinters from the pole and he
graciously examined my hand, saying, "We'll take care of that."
I kissed his lips for that--a sweetheart to be sure. It wasn't
long before we dressed each other and left for a moonlit walk.
END