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Chapter 2

 

Victor walked along his home street one evening, on his way home from a patrol of the city streets from the sky. He enjoyed the simple act of walking. For him, walking was such a mortal thing that doing it made him really appreciate his ability to just ignore gravity.

 

Thanks to his telepathic abilities, Victor was able to compel every single human around him to remain blind to his presence. They moved aside for him, and around him, yet were compelled to not realise who he actually was. This way, Victor could live amongst humans and only be bothered by them when he wanted to be.

 

His power made him smile, and turned him on.

 

Victor was wearing his usual attire: a plain t-shirt that did nothing to hide the sublime physique beneath it; a pair of ragged old jeans that likewise failed to mask the vascular quads and claves behind them (not to mention the drool-worthy glutes around back), and a pair of hiking boots over his size sixteen feet.

 

Victor enjoyed the freedom of being able to ignore social norms whilst in public. He walked along sporting an almost full erection. Why? Because he felt like it. Because he wanted to. Because the humans around him were unable to perceive of this god.

 

Victor amused himself by doing a few double bicep poses, watching as the titanium peaks threatened the already burdened sleeves of his t-shirt. He bounced his biceps, admiring their natural tan, extremely cut curvature, and complete lack of blemishes and other kinds of skin ailments that so often plagued the skin of little humans. One look at Victor’s biceps immediately made one think of rocks and stones. It really did look like there was a rock under Victor’s skin.

 

This godly being finally reached his apartment building: a dingy looking place, with more rust and cracks than you’d expect from the domain of an actual god.

 

In reality, once you acquire the power to travel to distant galaxies in a matter of hours, or the power to pulverise asteroids into dust with a flick of a finger, or even the power to blow out stars like birthday candles, then all human luxuries and decadence suddenly seem silly.

 

Who cares about golden mansions when your personal bathroom can be the sun!

 

Instead of walking up the building’s rickety stairs, Victor simply reclined backwards and floated up them. His feet just millimeters from each step. Walking was fine, but stairs really were beneath him.      

 

But suddenly Victor stopped mid-air. His hearing had detected a human heartbeat. One coming from his one-bedroom apartment just one floor up. A quick scan of his x-ray vision, and Victor was grinning. He knew who it was.

 

At speeds greater than that of light, Victor was immediately standing at the door of his apartment.

 

While most people lock their doors with keys, Victor preferred a method that was more in line with his nature. Victor pushed the door open, casually pushing aside the thousand pound broken grand piano that he kept up against it. Once he closed the door, he moved the piano back with just a finger, accidently splintering the part he pushed against. Victor didn’t notice though.

 

Victor stared into the depths his poorly lit apartment.

 

“I can see. As clear as day” said Victor, smiling coyly and looking at the floor. He was bashful about making eye contact.

 

“Wasn’t trying to hide” said a deep, baritone voice. So masculine and sexy it almost rivalled Victor’s.    

 

Out from the shadows stepped an exquisitely gorgeous and muscular bodybuilder.

 

“Hey Vic” said Eduardo Ramirez, his smile showing off his perfect teeth and handsome features. Not as perfect as Victor’s teeth though, and not nearly as handsome as Victor’s face.

 

“Hi, Ed” said Victor.

 

There was a moment of silence between them. Victor was admiring Ramirez’s body. Ramirez’s leather jacket, and the grey shirt beneath it, did nothing to hide the man’s pecs and eight-pack. Not to mention the lightning-bolt-shaped veins that ran down Ramirez’s arms.

 

Without any more delay, they embraced. Ramirez attacked Victor’s mouth with his tongue, and Victor allowed him before responding with his own tongue.

 

Ramirez’s feet had left the ground, as Victor’s arms had lifted from it. Ramirez’s 6ft. 6inch body only reached the top of Victor’s pecs, so Victor would always lift Ramirez up just a little.

 

Ramirez was passionately tearing at the back of Victor’s shirt, ripping shreds from it, slowly exposing the ridges of muscles that Victor bore on his massive back like armor plating. Soon Ramirez had torn the back right off of Victor’s shirt. Victor placed Ramirez back on the ground before tearing the rest of his own shirt of like wet tissue paper.

 

Ramirez stood still for a moment, admiring the sheer flawlessness of Victor’s physical form. Not matter how many hours Ramirez spent in the gym, no matter how many years of his life he spent devoting himself to perfecting every aspect of his own body (which he had), Victor would also be noticeably better. That was the difference between a god and a man.

 

Ramirez took one of Victor’s nipples in his mouth and began to suck, tasting the sweetness of Victor’s skin. With his left hand, Ramirez began to massage Victor’s other pec, failing to dent it, but Victor still enjoyed the feel of Ramirez’s touch and suck.

 

As Ramirez continued to lap at Victor’s nipple, Victor himself began to tear Ramirez’s clothes off of him, as easily as one might pull tissues out of the box. Soon Ramirez was completely naked, while Victor still had his jeans and boots on.

 

Taking him by the waist, Victor lifted Ramirez from the floor until Ramirez’s abs were level with Victors face. Victor began to kiss and lick Ramirez’s abs up and down. First, he was slow and methodical, but soon became more animalistic.

 

Maneuvering Ramirez, Victor had Ramirez on one side, with a hand on the human’s waist. Victor’s other hand had brought one of Ramirez’s fantastically muscular legs up to Victor’s mouth. Soon Victor was running his tongue up Ramirez’s calf muscle, giving it little kisses as Ramirez flexed and bounced it. Ramirez and gripped Victor’s shoulder for support, and reveled in feeling its solidness and athletic shape.

 

Victor dropped Ramirez to the floor, who landed on his side. Without prompt, Ramirez began kissing Victor’s still booted feet, looking up at the absolute tower of power that stood before him. In turn Victor looked down up his pathetically weak lover. Victor bounced his pecs, making them jiggle and squirm. This only excited Ramirez even more, who began kissing Victor’s feet with even more passion.        

 

Victor then tore off his jeans, finally freeing his ten inches of meat.

 

Ramirez never hesitated, and immediately took as much of it as he could into his mouth. The taste of Victor’s cock was something humans could only dream of. Ramirez was, in that regard, immeasurably lucky.

 

As Ramirez sucked, Victor began walking towards the bed, dragging Ramirez along the floor by nothing other than his own erection. For Victor, the weight of man was nothing. Even Ramirez, who could put any bodybuilder on the planet to shame, was still as light as air.

 

Ramirez continued to suck dutifully. But once Victor reached the bed, he reached down and grabbed Ramirez by the back of his head. Victor lifted Ramirez once again, and held him a few inches off the ground by the back of his neck. Victor’s eyes glowed red, while Ramirez’s looked like those of a little kitten.

 

“I’m going to fuck you” said Victor in a monotone voice. This statement elicited a sudden but small release of spunk from the dangling Ramirez.

 

Victor tossed his lover facedown onto the bed. Victor soon jammed his cock into Ramirez’s ass and began to plough him enthusiastically.

 

“Yes! Ugh yes!” breathed Ramirez, who reached behind him to run his hand up and down Victor’s steel quads.

 

Victor continued to fuck the human until his senses detected the rapid onset of an orgasm in the man.

 

Ramirez came, releasing his juices on the bed sheets and dampening his own abs.

 

Victor quickly pulled out and rolled onto his own back. He continued his own sexual pleasure via masturbation as Ramirez rested beside him. To keep up his arousal he thought of Ramirez and his chiseled body. He thought of the bank robbers and how he crushed them like the insects they were. He thought of his own power, and all the things he could do because no one could fucking stop him!

 

Soon Victor came too. But unlike Ramirez, Victor’s semen launched from him like a torpedo, smashed right through the ceiling and out into the night sky. After the initial burst, which is always that powerful, Victor released some more ropes of cum onto his own midsection.

 

An exhausted Ramirez pulled himself over to Victor and began to lap at Victor’s abs. Victor’s spunk was the Earth’s greatest source of protein and nutrients, which was partly to explain why Ramirez had the body that he had.

 

Once he finished cleaning up Victor’s abs, Ramirez wrapped his arms around Victor’s nearest arm, and cuddled up to him. He kissed Victor’s shoulder before resting his head against it.

 

“I heard about the bank”, said Ramirez, “Fucking hot”.

 

“Oh yeah?” said a smiling Victor, kissing Ramirez on the forehead, “I killed about nine or ten”.

 

“Nice!” said Ramirez, grinning mischievously as he ran a hand over Victor’s torso. He loved the feel of the valley between Victor’s square pecs. He ran a finger back and forth through it.

 

“What about you?” asked Victor, reaching down just a little to hold Ramirez’s flaccid cock in his hand, keeping it pleasantly warm.

 

“No kills, but I did beat these three home invaders senseless, and fucked the most handsome one”, said Ramirez, yawning as if what he was saying was totally normal.

 

“Not as easy for you to kill” said Victor.

 

“Well no” said Ramirez, “I can’t tear men’s spines out of their backs as easily as you”.

 

They chuckled, and were soon making out again. Slower this time; more affectionately.

 

“Being a vigilante is so hot” said Victor, running a finger across his lover’s beautiful face.

 

“Being a god is hotter”, said Ramirez, kissing Victor along his angular jawline.   

 

Drops of rain began to fall into the room via the hole in the ceiling Victor had made with his ejaculation.

 

“Ah fuck!” said Victor, as Ramirez laughed.

 

“What are you cursing about?!” asked Ramirez, still giggling, “Just change the weather”.

 

“I’m not screwing around with an ecosystem just because I came” said Victor, kissing his boyfriend on the lips one more time before floating up off the bed towards the ceiling.

 

Ramirez watched from the bed as his lover defied gravity, which only reminded him of his own painfully limited and restrictive humanity.

 

Using inly his breath, Victor blew over the whole, encasing it in a solid dome of ice. The ice would melt, but not until Victor wanted it to. Thus, problem solved, and not ecosystem was fucked just because Victor and Ramirez want to spoon.

 

“Now then” said Victor, revolving in mid-air until he was facedown parallel with the bed that lay a few feet below him. “Where were we?”.

 

He descend slowly to the eagerly waiting human, whose arms were outstretched, desperate to take hold of Victor’s body.     

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42 minutes ago, MuscleLvr321 said:

Chapter 2

 

Victor walked along his home street one evening, on his way home from a patrol of the city streets from the sky. He enjoyed the simple act of walking. For him, walking was such a mortal thing that doing it made him really appreciate his ability to just ignore gravity.

 

Thanks to his telepathic abilities, Victor was able to compel every single human around him to remain blind to his presence. They moved aside for him, and around him, yet were compelled to not realise who he actually was. This way, Victor could live amongst humans and only be bothered by them when he wanted to be.

 

His power made him smile, and turned him on.

 

Victor was wearing his usual attire: a plain t-shirt that did nothing to hide the sublime physique beneath it; a pair of ragged old jeans that likewise failed to mask the vascular quads and claves behind them (not to mention the drool-worthy glutes around back), and a pair of hiking boots over his size sixteen feet.

 

Victor enjoyed the freedom of being able to ignore social norms whilst in public. He walked along sporting an almost full erection. Why? Because he felt like it. Because he wanted to. Because the humans around him were unable to perceive of this god.

 

Victor amused himself by doing a few double bicep poses, watching as the titanium peaks threatened the already burdened sleeves of his t-shirt. He bounced his biceps, admiring their natural tan, extremely cut curvature, and complete lack of blemishes and other kinds of skin ailments that so often plagued the skin of little humans. One look at Victor’s biceps immediately made one think of rocks and stones. It really did look like there was a rock under Victor’s skin.

 

This godly being finally reached his apartment building: a dingy looking place, with more rust and cracks than you’d expect from the domain of an actual god.

 

In reality, once you acquire the power to travel to distant galaxies in a matter of hours, or the power to pulverise asteroids into dust with a flick of a finger, or even the power to blow out stars like birthday candles, then all human luxuries and decadence suddenly seem silly.

 

Who cares about golden mansions when your personal bathroom can be the sun!

 

Instead of walking up the building’s rickety stairs, Victor simply reclined backwards and floated up them. His feet just millimeters from each step. Walking was fine, but stairs really were beneath him.      

 

But suddenly Victor stopped mid-air. His hearing had detected a human heartbeat. One coming from his one-bedroom apartment just one floor up. A quick scan of his x-ray vision, and Victor was grinning. He knew who it was.

 

At speeds greater than that of light, Victor was immediately standing at the door of his apartment.

 

While most people lock their doors with keys, Victor preferred a method that was more in line with his nature. Victor pushed the door open, casually pushing aside the thousand pound broken grand piano that he kept up against it. Once he closed the door, he moved the piano back with just a finger, accidently splintering the part he pushed against. Victor didn’t notice though.

 

Victor stared into the depths his poorly lit apartment.

 

“I can see. As clear as day” said Victor, smiling coyly and looking at the floor. He was bashful about making eye contact.

 

“Wasn’t trying to hide” said a deep, baritone voice. So masculine and sexy it almost rivalled Victor’s.    

 

Out from the shadows stepped an exquisitely gorgeous and muscular bodybuilder.

 

“Hey Vic” said Eduardo Ramirez, his smile showing off his perfect teeth and handsome features. Not as perfect as Victor’s teeth though, and not nearly as handsome as Victor’s face.

 

“Hi, Ed” said Victor.

 

There was a moment of silence between them. Victor was admiring Ramirez’s body. Ramirez’s leather jacket, and the grey shirt beneath it, did nothing to hide the man’s pecs and eight-pack. Not to mention the lightning-bolt-shaped veins that ran down Ramirez’s arms.

 

Without any more delay, they embraced. Ramirez attacked Victor’s mouth with his tongue, and Victor allowed him before responding with his own tongue.

 

Ramirez’s feet had left the ground, as Victor’s arms had lifted from it. Ramirez’s 6ft. 6inch body only reached the top of Victor’s pecs, so Victor would always lift Ramirez up just a little.

 

Ramirez was passionately tearing at the back of Victor’s shirt, ripping shreds from it, slowly exposing the ridges of muscles that Victor bore on his massive back like armor plating. Soon Ramirez had torn the back right off of Victor’s shirt. Victor placed Ramirez back on the ground before tearing the rest of his own shirt of like wet tissue paper.

 

Ramirez stood still for a moment, admiring the sheer flawlessness of Victor’s physical form. Not matter how many hours Ramirez spent in the gym, no matter how many years of his life he spent devoting himself to perfecting every aspect of his own body (which he had), Victor would also be noticeably better. That was the difference between a god and a man.

 

Ramirez took one of Victor’s nipples in his mouth and began to suck, tasting the sweetness of Victor’s skin. With his left hand, Ramirez began to massage Victor’s other pec, failing to dent it, but Victor still enjoyed the feel of Ramirez’s touch and suck.

 

As Ramirez continued to lap at Victor’s nipple, Victor himself began to tear Ramirez’s clothes off of him, as easily as one might pull tissues out of the box. Soon Ramirez was completely naked, while Victor still had his jeans and boots on.

 

Taking him by the waist, Victor lifted Ramirez from the floor until Ramirez’s abs were level with Victors face. Victor began to kiss and lick Ramirez’s abs up and down. First, he was slow and methodical, but soon became more animalistic.

 

Maneuvering Ramirez, Victor had Ramirez on one side, with a hand on the human’s waist. Victor’s other hand had brought one of Ramirez’s fantastically muscular legs up to Victor’s mouth. Soon Victor was running his tongue up Ramirez’s calf muscle, giving it little kisses as Ramirez flexed and bounced it. Ramirez and gripped Victor’s shoulder for support, and reveled in feeling its solidness and athletic shape.

 

Victor dropped Ramirez to the floor, who landed on his side. Without prompt, Ramirez began kissing Victor’s still booted feet, looking up at the absolute tower of power that stood before him. In turn Victor looked down up his pathetically weak lover. Victor bounced his pecs, making them jiggle and squirm. This only excited Ramirez even more, who began kissing Victor’s feet with even more passion.        

 

Victor then tore off his jeans, finally freeing his ten inches of meat.

 

Ramirez never hesitated, and immediately took as much of it as he could into his mouth. The taste of Victor’s cock was something humans could only dream of. Ramirez was, in that regard, immeasurably lucky.

 

As Ramirez sucked, Victor began walking towards the bed, dragging Ramirez along the floor by nothing other than his own erection. For Victor, the weight of man was nothing. Even Ramirez, who could put any bodybuilder on the planet to shame, was still as light as air.

 

Ramirez continued to suck dutifully. But once Victor reached the bed, he reached down and grabbed Ramirez by the back of his head. Victor lifted Ramirez once again, and held him a few inches off the ground by the back of his neck. Victor’s eyes glowed red, while Ramirez’s looked like those of a little kitten.

 

“I’m going to fuck you” said Victor in a monotone voice. This statement elicited a sudden but small release of spunk from the dangling Ramirez.

 

Victor tossed his lover facedown onto the bed. Victor soon jammed his cock into Ramirez’s ass and began to plough him enthusiastically.

 

“Yes! Ugh yes!” breathed Ramirez, who reached behind him to run his hand up and down Victor’s steel quads.

 

Victor continued to fuck the human until his senses detected the rapid onset of an orgasm in the man.

 

Ramirez came, releasing his juices on the bed sheets and dampening his own abs.

 

Victor quickly pulled out and rolled onto his own back. He continued his own sexual pleasure via masturbation as Ramirez rested beside him. To keep up his arousal he thought of Ramirez and his chiseled body. He thought of the bank robbers and how he crushed them like the insects they were. He thought of his own power, and all the things he could do because no one could fucking stop him!

 

Soon Victor came too. But unlike Ramirez, Victor’s semen launched from him like a torpedo, smashed right through the ceiling and out into the night sky. After the initial burst, which is always that powerful, Victor released some more ropes of cum onto his own midsection.

 

An exhausted Ramirez pulled himself over to Victor and began to lap at Victor’s abs. Victor’s spunk was the Earth’s greatest source of protein and nutrients, which was partly to explain why Ramirez had the body that he had.

 

Once he finished cleaning up Victor’s abs, Ramirez wrapped his arms around Victor’s nearest arm, and cuddled up to him. He kissed Victor’s shoulder before resting his head against it.

 

“I heard about the bank”, said Ramirez, “Fucking hot”.

 

“Oh yeah?” said a smiling Victor, kissing Ramirez on the forehead, “I killed about nine or ten”.

 

“Nice!” said Ramirez, grinning mischievously as he ran a hand over Victor’s torso. He loved the feel of the valley between Victor’s square pecs. He ran a finger back and forth through it.

 

“What about you?” asked Victor, reaching down just a little to hold Ramirez’s flaccid cock in his hand, keeping it pleasantly warm.

 

“No kills, but I did beat these three home invaders senseless, and fucked the most handsome one”, said Ramirez, yawning as if what he was saying was totally normal.

 

“Not as easy for you to kill” said Victor.

 

“Well no” said Ramirez, “I can’t tear men’s spines out of their backs as easily as you”.

 

They chuckled, and were soon making out again. Slower this time; more affectionately.

 

“Being a vigilante is so hot” said Victor, running a finger across his lover’s beautiful face.

 

“Being a god is hotter”, said Ramirez, kissing Victor along his angular jawline.   

 

Drops of rain began to fall into the room via the hole in the ceiling Victor had made with his ejaculation.

 

“Ah fuck!” said Victor, as Ramirez laughed.

 

“What are you cursing about?!” asked Ramirez, still giggling, “Just change the weather”.

 

“I’m not screwing around with an ecosystem just because I came” said Victor, kissing his boyfriend on the lips one more time before floating up off the bed towards the ceiling.

 

Ramirez watched from the bed as his lover defied gravity, which only reminded him of his own painfully limited and restrictive humanity.

 

Using inly his breath, Victor blew over the whole, encasing it in a solid dome of ice. The ice would melt, but not until Victor wanted it to. Thus, problem solved, and not ecosystem was fucked just because Victor and Ramirez want to spoon.

 

“Now then” said Victor, revolving in mid-air until he was facedown parallel with the bed that lay a few feet below him. “Where were we?”.

 

He descend slowly to the eagerly waiting human, whose arms were outstretched, desperate to take hold of Victor’s body.     

Incredibly hot story

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3 hours ago, MuscleLvr321 said:

Instead of walking up the building’s rickety stairs, Victor simply reclined backwards and floated up them. His feet just millimeters from each step. Walking was fine, but stairs really were beneath him.

Fuuuuuuuuck it's so hot how he just absolutely loves his own power

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On 11/6/2020 at 6:09 PM, MuscleLvr321 said:

“I’m not screwing around with an ecosystem just because I came” said Victor, kissing his boyfriend on the lips one more time before floating up off the bed towards the ceiling.

Who doesn't like supes who know that messing with an ecosystem can have dire consequences...

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