Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 12:41:39 -0800 (PST)
From: michael scott <whitespurt@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cyclops' one eyed custard chucker

Disclaimers: This story, will definitely have a
variety of marvel charchters in it not just teh x-men.
I don't know what they're intended sexualities are.

The X-Men, Spiderman, the Fantastic Four, and the
avengers and all other associated characters are the
property of Marvel Comics.

Cyclops' one eyed custard chucker

God I'm horny Scott moaned as he massaged his swelling
cock through his yellow spandex pants. "I wish jean
was here, her telekinetic wank jobs are the best for
getting rid of unwanted wood. Ah well guess I will
just have to resort to the old fashioned method."

With that Scott lay down on the edge of his bed and
with one huge effort striped off his spandex pants
revealing his cup covered cock which bobbed a bit as
he continued to massage his member. He then removed
the cup allowing his pole to spring up like a jack in
the box, it then whacked him on his muscled stomach.
"Ahh that's much better!" Scott moaned as he
absent-mindedly toyed with his large hairy balls as
they drooped over the side of the bed.

Scott then took a moment to select his favourite
fantasy, choosing  - as always - based on what made
his dick twitch to full attention. Images of Jean of
course ran through his head and of team-mates who were
never more than a fantasy, Storm, Rogue, Betsy, -- "Ahh
Betsy she's kept you guys content for many a night."
Scott sighed as he patted his ever-expanding meat. -
Kitty, Jubilee, Scott's mind raced trying to find
something that would stir his cock past half mast,
then while thinking of his beloved Jean another team
mate came into his head -- Logan!

At the thought of Logan -- the Wolverine - Scott's
pecker bobbed, swelled and then shot straight up in
mid air, perpendicular to his body. It was now at its
full length of 10 steely hard inches with a bulbous
mushroom head. "Ahh moaned Scott so that's what you
want." Scott's hand clenched around his cock, his
fingers no where near connecting but Scott had been
used to this since he was a kid and settled for the
friction his hand could provide. Scott's mind then
raced to find any detail about Logan that could
stimulate him further, he thought of his musky scent
of his berserker rages and of course his impressive
package, which Scott had seen many a time in the
showers. As Scott's memory served him Logan had a
quite small cock but one that was extremely thick, his
balls Scott remembered hung far past his uncircumcised
cock head but the thickness made up for it, Logan's
cock un-erect Scott remembered was about the thickness
of a beer can.

At the thought of Logan's cock, Scott's hand flew up
and down his cock at an amazing rate. Pre cum was
flying liberally from the tip, coating Scott's stomach
and providing lubrication for his straining cock. His
face was screwed up in ecstasy as he saw himself
touching, wanking sucking and being fucked by Logan's
short but obesely thick cock. Scott yanked down his
balls and went all out on his cock, rubbing the head
relentlessly and pumping the shaft as fast as he
could, he couldn't hold on any longer and screamed his
desires name in an earthy, guttural voice "Logan!"
followed by a sound of ecstasy as his cock twitched
and audibly squirted Scott's cum across the room. His
low hanging balls tightened to his body, his back
arched as his hand continued to pump his own shaft as
stream after stream of his white creamy cum sprayed
across the bed and himself. Drenching his stomach, his
pecs and his face, obscuring his vision through his
ruby quarts goggles.

Then the faucet of cum slowed to a dribble and Scott
let go of his convulsing member letting it slap down
hard against his stomach the head red and sensitive,
still leaking a little of Scott's cream.

Scott had no energy left and fell into a deep sleep,
his body still covered in his own jizz and his uniform
pants left hanging around his ankles off the bed.
Gambit stood in the doorway of Scott's room, his
dressing gown open and a red silk thong was down
around his ankles as he continued to massage his
12inch knob. "What do we have here then he muttered
his red eyes glowing old Scottie he like the boys no,
well I'm sure gambit can give him what he needs." With
that gambit entered Scott's room and closed the door
behind him.

To be continued...

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