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I, Preston "Zephyr" Cross, stood proudly beside the larger, more muscled Whirlwind as he spoke to the reporters. The two of us together had captured the notorious Whicker Gang that had terrorized the City of Calentown for the past few weeks. I was especially happy as it was my first public appearance as Whirlwind's new sidekick, and I had indeed helped with my own powers. While Whirlwind had used his powers to create miniature windstorms around the main criminals and lift them up into small tornadoes that ferried them to police control, I used my telekinetic abilities to throw small objects at the henchmen who were shooting at the officers and kept them from interfering with Whirlwind's activities and saved policemen's lives. I had been more than a simple adornment to the mighty superhero's powers, I had been a partner in the struggle and aided in the fight.
Still, the cameras and reporters ignored me, and Whirlwind didn't mention my help in any way, though a few policemen sidled up and thanked me for my actions in the fray and shook my hand, so I wasn't totally excluded or unglorified in the aftermath. And Whirlwind acted as if he just wanted to get out of there, so he could be forgiven for the lack of mentioning his new sidekick's actions in the capture.
Whirlwind managed to finish the interviews and slid away to me and said, "Let's return to the Wind Tunnel, Zephyr!"
"Right, Whirlwind!" I agreed and we raced off to his vehicle to the applause of the small crowd of onlookers. Our craft rose up into the air above the traffic, and flew through the buildings as if they were so many trees in a lightly forested area.
As I did at such times as they drove through the area and the people pointed up and cheered from below, I looked at Whirlwind. Such a large, handsome specimen of man. His body was largely muscled in part due to his super-powers, which conferred this beauty upon those the Fates have blessed with extraordinary powers. My own body at the tender age of eight was beginning to build those same muscles, but Whirlwind had the body of a body-builder. He had golden blond hair (mine was quite black) and sapphire blue eyes (mine were hazel gray) and his skin was a fair pale tone that made my own darker tones seem dirty by comparison. But I guess every boy gauges himself by his hero and finds himself lacking.
Back at the Wind Tunnel (their name for their base of operations, of course), Whirlwind and I went to the lockers to disrobe and then to the showers to bathe. I noticed that Whirlwind was wincing as he moved in the shower (there was a barrier to hide their bodies from the waist down, it let them talk without revealing their bodies) and he asked, "Are you all right, David?"
David "Whirlwind" Summers smiled at me, his young protégé. "Yes, it's just...being a superhero is a lot of work. What with holding down a job during the day as best I can, slipping out to be Whirlwind, and all, there's little time for me to just relax and be me." He rubbed his neck. "I just have a little stress tension going on, that's all."
There were enough superheroes in the world to have a small sort of "summer camp" to train the young for their roles as sidekicks, which would act as apprenticeships to let them learn how to become superheroes in their own right. One of those classes had been in massage. "I can give you a massage if that will help you." I volunteered.
David had become a superhero before the "sidekick camp" had been set up. "You can? That'd be great! Thank you!"
"I'll need a table you can lie on, and some oil we can warm up and use." I replied. "Just wrap a towel around yourself and find the table you can lie down on, and I'll find the oil and warm it up."
"Any oil I have will be in the kitchen." David replied. "And I guess the table in the breakfast nook will have to do."
Put the exercise mat on top of that, and I'll make that do." I agreed. "If you like this, you can invest in a massage table and proper oils. I'll get the vegetable oil and microwave it to a nice, comfortable temperature."
They were ready to go within ten minutes. I had put on a pair of briefs but nothing else, and David wore the towel tucked around his slender waist like an ancient Egyptian with the same ease. The breakfast nook table was a standalone table long and narrow, a little high for massage but the right size and length. "Lie on the table on your stomach, I'll work on your neck and back at first." I said with a catch in my throat. To touch and caress those huge muscles was like asking a cat to lick a mouse that was doused in cream!
I worked David's strong body with my fairly competent hands, glad that I had excelled at massage at the camp, it was just a matter of working your fingers into the body firmly and coaxing the tension in the muscles to give way and relax. I worked all the way to the small of his back and thought about doing more but said, "Okay, I'm done with your back."
David roused and I thought he was going to get up but he turned over on the mat, and lay on his back, sending the towel around his waist falling to the floor, and said, "Now you can work on this side," he said softly.
He was sporting a good erection. I smiled at that and said, "I can see the source of tension on this side, quite a bit lower down."
"A lot lower down," David agreed. "Can you help me with it. Your hands are so warm and so talented."
"Shall I start with your chest or head right to the problem spot?"
"My chest isn't bothering me," David said, though his chest was rising up and down rather alarmingly. His breath was increasing and his body was quivering with his need.
I knew David's lifestyle, as it was the one most superheroes endured. He had to balance the life of a regular man with the needs of a superhero, essentially two full-time jobs, add in the personal needs of life, eat/sleep/etc. and there was no time left over and often enough, a net loss on the ledger of life. And I was taught the solution in sidekicks' camp, how to help your superhero cope with those deficiencies.
I bent over his midsection and applied my lips to his cockhead, he boasted a nine-inch cock with a thick foreskin which I skinned down to discover a mushroom-shaped head, reddened from need, waiting for me, and I applied my tongue to it, and lapped at the spongy upper flesh of the glans, then lapped the more solid bifurcated undercarriage.
"Uhhhh-uhhhh-uhhhhhhhhhh!" David moaned and writhed on the mat. "Ohhhhhh, Preston, you are so good at this! What, what, how?"
"A proper sidekick to a superhero has many duties, David. We have to support the superhero but also support the man behind the superhero. You are a superhero but also a man, who has his needs that being a superhero keeps away from you. It is my job to supply that to you, and so I do, by being here for you in any way you need me to be here."
"Oh, ohhhhhhh, God, yes, ohhhhh, yes! Suck me, Preston, God, I need it, I haven't had sex in, ohhhhhhh, so lonnnnnnnng!"
"Not a problem, David, you have me, your sidekick, now, here whenever you need me," I said and I began to suck his cock in earnest. David gasped and writhed and moaned as I worked on his prod with the ability I had practiced so assiduously at sidekick camp, first on the marital aids they had brought to us, and then upon the volunteers who had been brought in to give us experience (and a lot of pleasure for themselves) in the final week. So I could and did give David the release of pressure that he so desperately needed, as a mature and vigorous, virile man who gave his every moment to the good of Mankind and had no time for himself save for these few precious minutes and I could in those same minutes save his sanity and serve his needs.
This was a first time and David couldn't wait and I knew better than to try to postpone the urge, after a few minutes of diligent sucking of his cock, he gave a long moan of "AHHH-AHH-AHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and followed it with his climax of "AH-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His comeload was nothing short of titanic, I gulped down so much spunk that it was like eating a hot ice cream in consistency and quantity, filling my mouth again and again and only my active swallowing was permitting me to keep from making an unpardonable mess of things as he spewed over and over and over. But even a superhero can't come forever, and David was in this way at least only human and he stopped after a few seconds and lay panting, his massive chest rising and falling as if he had run up a mountain at superfast speed instead of lain on a mat while I slurped on his prick.
I rose and wiped my lips on the back of my hand and said, "I think that's worked all the pressure out, hasn't it?"
"Ohhhhhh, definitely!" David moaned. "Every last bit."
"Well, which one of us is going to get dinner started?" I asked as casually as if I hadn't been just sucking his cock.
"Uhhhh, I'll do it. Only fair."
David was a good cook but tonight there was no time for that, we ate a microwaved dinner and I stretched and yawned and said, "I'm ready for my bed."
"Not your bed. My bed," David said as he stood and scooped me up and carried me to his bedroom. I knew better than to argue with him and why would I argue with my favorite fantasy coming real? He deposited me on the bed and we had fun undressing each other (we only wore loose flannel pullovers and pants after hours) and when naked, we got on the center of his oversized bed and David curled his large body around mine and he kissed me as a man kisses his lover.
I was not surprised but pleased when I found his lips moving down my body. A man who is sucked in private will often seize the opportunity to reciprocate in private, for the desire to "find out what it's like" is strong as is the "pleasure is pleasure as long as nobody finds out," and why would I, his reliable sidekick, betray him?
His lips fastened on my cock and I felt his lips move on me with a talent that I was startled to discover he possessed. I groaned and writhed my way around to where I could reach his own column of male glory and it was eagerly waiting for me like a loyal hound and I greeted it as a friendly dog that slobbered precome all over my tongue as I fed it into my mouth.
We sucked at each other with a renewed need, this time we were partners, equals in love, sharing our bodies and hearts, and I knew that David was saying with this lovemaking that he wasn't going to treat me as a second-class citizen there to only be his sexual servant, that he valued me as a person despite my subservient role in his crime-fighting career. My talent was less than his, but usage and age would mature it and let it grow, and soon I would be as great a superhero as he was, and maybe even more for I could control my telekinesis more than he could control his dust devils and tornados and windstorms.
Speaking of tornados, David was making like a tornado on my cock, he was bobbing up and down with a frantic urgency that said he wanted me to come in his mouth like he had come in mine, I suddenly realized this and let myself reach my apex of joy without hindrance or waiting for his own orgasm to arrive. "Oh, oh, David, I'm coming!' I gasped as I released his cock as if in too much delight. I wanted to give him an audible compliment of my joyous sounds. "Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-AHHHHHHHHH, AH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I could only shoot a small amount of clear liquid, but David caught it all and was very satisfied with his deed.
I panted and gasped, only partly in histrionic display for he had genuinely done a wonderful job of wrenching my joy from me. "Oh, oh, David, that was amazing. You were so good."
"Not as good as you."
"There is one thing you can do much better than me," I told him.
David looked at me, puzzled. "What is that?"
"You still have an erection. What say you fuck me this time?" I asked him.
"You...you want me to fuck you?" David said, his blue eyes astonished beams glowing at me.
"If you want to, I mean. I'm willing, You'll want some lubricant but I have had some practice at the sidekick's camp to get me ready for it."
"Jesus, what kind of camp did they operate?"
"They never insisted we do anything we didn't want to do," I assured him. "We were all allowed to refuse to learn anything we didn't want to learn. Those sidekicks were sent to superheroes with wives for their apprenticeship. It was all optional. I'm here with you because I chose you, David. Please, I chose you, let me serve the man I chose."
"All right. All right, I would love to fuck you and I will, Preston, but if you change your mind, just say the word and I'll stop right then. I promise."
"And that is one reason why I chose you." I said as I kissed him.
David had to get up but he returned with some petroleum oil he kept in the bathroom, it was a neutral, harmless oil that would cause neither of us any harm.
David climbed atop me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and he pushed his cock toward me as carefully as if I were made of fine china and he was afraid he might break me. That was foolish of course, but I appreciated the sentiment. He touched his glans to my sphincter and paused. "Are you certain you want this?"
"I have never been more certain of anything in my life," I assured him.
He pushed in delicately as a butterfly lands on a flower and I gave a small gasp as he slid inside of me. He was startled to find my anal opening dilating so eagerly for him, but he rallied and pushed in deeper, finding the way unimpaired and even welcoming, for I had longed for this day to arrive, and prepared myself as soon as I had managed to discover his rather ample asset some weeks ago.
David drove his prick in past the midway mark and stopped, astounded. "You have taken most of my cock!" He marveled. "How did you do this?"
"It doesn't matter now, please, David, fuck me, now, fuck me!" I begged.
He didn't argue, but began to move his athletic hips. He was powerful and gentle at the same time, his thrusts were strong but meant to give me the greatest pleasure his body could give me, he stroked me while he thrust and the joy in his face was a reflection of the joy in my body, and I knew that we were together in spirit as well as in body in this moment.
David suddenly moaned and with a vigorous thrust of his hips he drove his cock in deep and then bodily lifted me up in his arms, me clinging to him like some baby monkey to its mother's body and he ended up resting his buttocks on his heels and with me suspended in front of him, his powerful arms took over the manipulation of my body to force it to bob up and down on his hard rod that was now totally buried inside my bowels.
"Huh-UHHHHHHHHHHHH!" David groaned and I knew his passion was upon him and to my surprise, so was mine, a second orgasm as powerful as the first!
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh!" I gasped. "I think I'm coming again!"
David was beyond answering. "UHHHHHH-UHHHH-UHHH-UHHHH, UHHHHHHH, HUH-HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGUHHHHHHHHH!"
With that final groaned syllable, he squirted his hot squibs of jizz into my ass.
At that same moment, I hit my own climax. "AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH, HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" My body couldn't do much in the way of liquid evidence, but my pleasure was strong and unabated.
Done with our joys, David laid me down onto the bed, and then rolled off me to lie on his back beside me. "Oh, my God, Preston, when I took you in as a sidekick, I had no idea you would...would do any of this!"
"It is one of the many duties of a sidekick, if he is to be a competent companion to his superhero." I said.
"But..but this?" David stammered. "How did you learn to do this? And why?"
I explained about the sidekick camp and why they taught us this. "In medieval times, a boy was sent to be an apprentice to a master, and often enough, he served the master in this way no doubt. Some cultures even felt it was a necessary part of his training. But for us sidekicks, it is a means to let you continue to be a superhero, and keep your body quiet and your mind alert and able to concentrate on being the best possible superhero you can be."
"That's easy," David said. "If you're here to give me what you just gave me, I'll be the best Whirlwind you ever saw."
"And that'll help me become the best superhero I can be someday, too."
THE END
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