Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 14:35:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: James McDaniel <opalaisha@yahoo.com>
Subject: Titans Cock To Cock Chapter 1 Gay

Titans Cock To Cock

Chapter 1:

-Robin-

It was a dense overcast day in Jump City. Crime was down. Humidity was
overbearing, and tension was running heavy in the Titan Tower.

Slade had eluded the teen superheroes once again, but not before they were
overrun by Slade-bots that nearly defeated them. They came out victorious,
however, and that was a win in their book.

The Titans were all keeping themselves busy.

The leader, Robin, was in the gym working out his frustration and keeping
his routine on schedule.

'Right punch, left kick, left knee...' he thought to himself. Something was
bothering him, and keeping everyone else away.

His sex drive was killing him, and he couldn't find an outlet. He would not
lower himself to looking at pornography but what were his options? He had
resigned himself to just fantasizing in bed, but he found something about
himself that had frustrated him greatly.

When he was jacking off, he would try his best to think about the women in
his life. Starfire, and her incredibly sexy long legs. Raven, and her
perfect figure. Bumblebee with her magnificent backside. It wouldn't get
him off, though. He couldn't figure out why.

Taboo thoughts kept creeping up in his mind. It started with having a
threesome... with one of his buds. Beast Boy and him pulling train on some
girl. Cyborg and he double-fucking that same girl. It was even once that he
imagined... more intimate settings.

"Dammit!" he yelled aloud, kicking the punching bag so hard it disconnected
from the roof and crashed against the wall.

He looked down to see an enormous bulge in his green spandex pants. It was
beginning to be an annoyingly familiar sight to behold. He had nothing to
be ashamed of, sure, but he was a public figure. The leader of a band of
meta-humans. What would the people think if they saw him in this condition?

It was the middle of the day, and he wasn't the only one that used the gym
and he didn't want his friends to be an audience to his embarrassing
'problem' so he exited the gym and made a beeline to the third floor
bathroom, holding a towel protectively in front of him.

He entered the bathroom, and locked the door.

Looking in the mirror, he saw the sweat forming on his brow and dripping
out of his hair. He didn't usually get this pumped until after his three
hour workout. He peeled off his red shirt, exposing alabaster skin to the
light. He had always been proud of his physique. Never vain, though.

Lately, he had begun to find himself irresistably sexy. Did that make him
gay? Certainly not!

He shook his head, turning away from the mirror and bending forward to
remove his leggings, after removing that blasted heavy utility belt. He
removed his jock-strap and in the process of turning around, his eyes
skimmed the mirror again..

'Damn...' he thought to himself as he oogled over his own buns of steel. He
was nowhere near as scrawny as he used to be. Filling out was a natural
cycle of life and he was no different. In the absence of mass, he made up
for with tone. He shook it off though, and jumped into the shower---turning
on the shower cold, full blast.

The relief was instantaneous, but incomplete. His body temperature was
lowering but it did nothing to calm his rock hard eight inch cock.

'Why the fuck.. Argh!' he yelled, turning away from the blast of water with
his head to the wall. The stream of water split between his
shoulder-blades, ran down his spine and in his crack. The cold water did
amazing things to his pucker. An involuntary moan escaped his mouth as his
eyes widened behind his mask.

He looked down further and saw, and felt, his cock pulsing to his heartbeat
as the water circled and bathed his hole. He couldn't resist reaching down
and taking hold of his piece. More and more moans were released; the
foreskin of his cock massaging the glans only added more to his pleasure.

His hormones were raging as he maneuvered his foot to turn the water to a
hotter temperature. His moans only got louder as his hand motions got
faster.

The fantasies of the last few nights jumped back into his head. He had
never seen any of his teammates naked, male or female, but that didn't
impede on his fantasy. The opportunity to finally drop the mature facade
was giving him amazing pleasure, and he could feel the inevitable feeling
of release in his scrotum.

It was only halfway through his session that the female in his fantasies
disappeared. It was the silhouette of a male that he was plugging. Peeling
hard muscular asscheeks apart, and slamming his pulsing dick in and out,
until he exploded inside.

I bit his arm to cover up the scream that escaped his mouth as his dickhead
erupted in five or six thick streams of ball juice, covering the wall of
the shower. His orgasm had never felt this good.

If it was this good, how on Earth had he not seen it before? He wanted to
experiment further and he wasn't going to let anyone, including himself,
get in the way.

So started his new 'life'...

				  ~O~O~O~

 Come on, you know that got you going? Wouldn't it be so hot to see Robin
warring with himself over this? He always has to be so proper and mature,
along with all men having to do the same with women to get their
attention. Yay for dicks! :)

Anyway, review please. It will make me happy, thus making me include more
chapters at a faster pace. Let me know, in depth, how it affected you.