Another day, another Wolverine porn fic. Or so I thought when I first sat down to write this. Turns out, the story contained so many of Logan's thoughts, I figured it might as well be written entirely in his voice.
I think the key word I was going for here was "depraved." Granted, most of my fics are depraved in some point or other, but I just wanted to write some pure, utter filth.
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I fuckin' love bein' supervisor on Danger Room sessions. It's almost as much fun as gettin' to shred stuff in it.
Surprised ya, didn't I? Most people think I'm only inta scrappin'. All-fight, all-the-time. But that ain't me, any more than Frost sits in her 'bu-dwaah' an' drinks champagne all day, or Summers gets all his jollies outta bossin' us around. OK, maybe he does, but that ain't th' point! Point is, we're all more than we seem ta be onna surface.
An' besides bein' a born scrapper, I'm one horny fucker most'a th' time. So, give a guy like me th' job a'watchin' a team like this, an' you bet'cher ass I'm gonna love it.
Take today, f'r instance. it's a straight up, four-on-four team brawl. Only rule is, like always, don't hurt nobody serious-like. The holograms whipped up some big-ass alien moonscape or whatever, but that ain't important.
What is important is the lineup. Blue team is Scotty, Hank, Alex, an' Drake...Cyclops, Beast, Havok, an' Iceman, if ya wanna keep track. Nate, the Russkie, the Elf, an' the Cajun...Cable, Colossus, Nightcrawler, an' Gambit...are Gold team, or as I like ta call it, "Sexy Accents Central." 'Cept fer Cable, every one'a them's got a voice makes my skin crawl. In th' good way, if ya know what I mean.
Ah, hell with it. There ain't a guy down there whose bones I wouldn't jump, given half a shot.
I signal th' start a'the session, an' they're all in action. Cyke an' Havok fire off shots at Colossus at th' same time, figurin' him fer th' biggest threat. Since Cable's the only psychic down there, I figure they might be right...even though that whole techno-virus or whatever is gone from his system, he don't like usin' his powers 'less he's gotta...or when he's in bed.
My mind starts wanderin'...the good part about bein' supervisor. I c'n picture the Summers Brothers under the mistletoe, all naked an' sweaty from a roarin' fire, makin' out an' rubbin' up against each other while Cable's on his knees, servicin' his Dad an' Uncle Alex with that hot mouth. He ain't much fer facial expressions, but he reminds me of that Nine Days song from a few years back...I absolutely love him when he smiles. An' when he smirks, it goes right ta my loins. Guy's one sexy silver daddy, an' it's like he don't even know it. Too obsessed with th' flaws, I guess.
Back in th'real world, Colossus ain't even slowin' down as he marches up ta th' Summerses. His uniform's torched from th' waist up, an' his metal bod is built. Lookin' at him like this is like starin' at a piece of fine art...but when his shirt's off an' there's skin underneath it, that's when I start feelin' all lightheaded. Th' kid may be an artist...damn good one, too...but he's hot enough ta be a fuckin' professional model. I've lost count'a th' times I've wanted ta push him onto his back on a locker room bench, climb on top'a him, an' just sit my ass down on that hard Siberian hot rod. I love a big hard cock inside me just as much as I love givin' it ta someone else good an' hard, an' with Petey I definitely wanna go both ways. Wouldn't be able ta call him Petey Pureheart after that, that's fer damn sure...though Petey Pound-Me-Real-Good has a nice ring to it, too.
Speakin' a goin' both ways, Bobby an' the Elf are keepin' pace with each other nicely. Th' kid's playin' snowball-tag while the Elf teleports, that sexy German laugh a' his echoing in my ears like a silk curtain brushin' over my skin. Drake and I never got on that well...too much alike. Back before I signed on, he was pretty much me, arguin' with One-Eye every chance he got. He turned that anger on Petey, Kurt, an' me when we joined...the original X-Men were the only X-Men, ta him, an' we were the intruders messin' with th' natural order. Can't say I appreciated that, but I understand. Over th' years he's mellowed some, but he never really grew all th' way up, an' 'Crawler's been helpin' with that every chance he gets. Wouldn't surprise me ta walk in on 'em some day, fuckin' on the War Room table, Bobby thrustin' an' groanin' on top while Kurt tailfucks him from below...Damn, it's gettin' hot in here.
No one can see me in th' control booth from behind th' holograms...They ain't gonna care if I give "li'l Logan" a little air.
That's better. Now, where was I?
Hot damn. Th' Cajun an' Hank are makin' like it's the fuckin' Olympics, bouncin' around each other like jackrabbits on speed. Hank's claws are tearin' up LeBeau's coat, so he tosses it aside...doesn't need th'drag...showin' off that lean, wiry bod in th'skintight armor. An' that ass...I used ta think Betsy had every guy on th'team beat in the ass department, but one look at Gumbo from behind, without the trench gettin' in the way, an' all I can think of is how much I wanna kiss those perfect cheeks, an' shove my tongue all the way in between 'em, lickin' his sweet spot till he cries out some mangled French obscenity an' creams me good.
I'd be doin' Hank a disservice if I didn't mention his fine, beefy ass...kinda wish all th' guys on th'team dressed like him, in nothin' but skin-tight Speedos. I love a big guy with a heart, an' they don't get any bigger, or more big-hearted, than the Doc. His fur's the same shade'a dark, dark blue as the Elf's, an' I wonder what it'd look like if they got t'gether in a dark room. Would McCoy's eyes glow like 'Crawler's as he sucked th'German's dick? Would I even be able ta make out Kurt's body writhin' under Hank's as the Beast locked him in a hot, sexy 69? An' when they fucked, whose voice would send me over the edge without touchin' myself faster?
My fist is wrapped around my meat, an' I'm beatin' off while I watch these hot guys pretend ta kick the crap out of each other. I wish I could say a word an' get 'em all as revved-up as me, watch the uniforms fly off an' get eight naked, sweaty mutant men all rubbin' up against each other. As it is, th' only person down there who could even guess what I'm thinkin' about is Cable, an' he's busy backin' up a half-naked Russkie. His big-ass guns fire stun beams outta both barrels, an' Scotty an' Alex dodge like one being, their instincts honed an' trained ta work in perfect tandem even though they ain't even been on the same team all that long at a time. My brain goes back inta Happy Incest Land, an' I'm in a three-way with the boys, Alex fuckin' me from above while I plow Scooter missionary-style. I wonder if their mouths would taste alike if I kissed 'em while fuckin', one after the other...even though Scotty's the older brother by a good couple years, they act like twins more often than not. That'd be one helluva check off my personal Bucket List, bein' in th'middle a'that hot-ass sandwich. Throw Nathan in fer good measure...could always use an extra cock, mouth, ass, or pair a'balls. Woof.
When I cum, it sneaks up on me...somewhere between fuckin' the Summers boys, havin' a threesome with Blue an' Bobby, or bein' gangbanged by Petey, LeBeau, an' 'Crawler, my whole body spasms, an' I gotta bite my lip ta keep from screamin' out loud as I buck my hips like crazy, fuckin' my fist like there's no tomorrow as my cock swells up an' shoots load after load all over the control console. My whole body arches an' writhes, an' I'm caught in the grip a'the best damn orgasm I've had since servin' with Steve Rogers in the Deuce (a story fer another time.)
I cum fer a good 30 seconds before I come down, an' come back t'myself. Thank fuck Charley had th'good sense ta get it waterproofed when he upgraded...don't need ta make the Room go haywire just 'cause I wanna get my rocks off. As it is, the whole thing's covered in my jizz, an' I'm gonna have a helluva time cleanin' it up before one side or the other wins.
I look out the window ta make sure no one figured out what I was doin'. Nope...they're all involved, havin' the time a'their lives. Even Slim's grinnin'. Lookin' sexy when ya smile must be in th'Summers genome somewhere, along with overly complicatin' yer life by makin' bonehead decisions. Oh well.
I grab a rag from th'supply closet nearby an' start moppin' up. Suddenly, by mistake, I press down too hard while wipin' up a keyboard, an' an army of Sentinels materializes in th'Danger Room.
Oops. Better find a cover fer this. Thinkin' fast, I tab the mic.
"New plan, folks! Yer all on th'same team again, an' everyone's goin' inta recycling!"
They spring into it like th'pros I know they are. Ta be honest, I like watchin' 'em fight as a team way more than I like seein' 'em fight each other. Reminds me a'what makes th' X-Men so different from any other outfit I ever belonged to. That, an' watchin' 'em fight t'protect each other gives off some real nice Theban Band vibes.
Maybe I won't put my pants on just yet.
~FIN~
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, December 31, 2007
New Year's Eve
Happy New Year, readers!
Today, as promised, the final chapter of Savage Whore goes up. The original version was published on Y!Gallery one year ago, and remains to this day the single sex scene with the most partners I have ever written. As such, I felt the original version lacked the quality and attention to character that it should have had. So I've reworked it, added some 'extra footage,' so to speak, and tacked on an epilogue, featuring (by request) what Charley and Hank were up to in Muir Island. ^_^
Hope you enjoy it, and Happy New Year!
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Logan stepped through the door to Professor Xavier’s study, curiosity and suspicion wrestling each other for dominance in his mind. What’s so important that One-Eye’s gotta see me on New Year’s Eve fer? Hank an’ the Prof are spendin’ the holidays on Muir Island, all the kids’ve gone home, an’ scuzzbags usually take the night off with the rest of us.
He didn’t know what to expect when he stepped through the door into the dimly lit room. It certainly wasn’t seeing six X-Men in the room with him, all in full costume.
Candles were burning in place of the normal harsh lamplight, but Logan’s eyes adjusted quickly. He saw Remy first, leaning against the far windowsill, giving him a cats-and-canaries grin. His Southern-fried boyfriend Rogue was there, too, leaning up against the swamp rat in that clingy, affectionate way that he had. Ever since Rogue had discovered inhibitor collars, they’d been worn constantly around the mansion, and Logan had heard a lot of thumping and squeaking in the two men’s room every night for the last month since.
Cyclops was in the Professor’s chair, stern and rigid as always…at least, that was what Logan thought at first. Then he realized that Scotty’s visor was dark. Fearless Leader’s eyes were closed, and Cable’s hands were on his shoulders, giving him the mother of all neckrubs. ’Bout time someone took care o’ya, Logan thought to himself. Little surprised it turned out t’be yer own kid, though.
In the last corner, leaning against the blackboard, was Petey Rasputin, with Nightcrawler on top of one shoulder. Nothing too special at first, until Logan saw the way Kurt’s tail was curling around Petey’s waist, squeezing just right around that tight, muscular ass, and noticed Colossus trying real hard not to let out a groan of pleasure.
After taking stock of the room’s occupants, Logan felt the scent of their lust hit him in waves. Every man in that room had exactly one thing on their mind: Sex. Wolverine felt something in him respond, primal and visceral. He wanted each of these men as much as they wanted him…But as much as the animal wanted to give in to the feelings and just let go, Logan was still a man, and the man wanted answers.
“Well, One-Eye? What’s this about?” Scott’s eyes came open, the visor brightening as they did, and Scott gave him a slow, sensual smile. There’s somethin’ I never thought I’d see, Logan’s mind said, and he told it to shut the fuck up.
“I was just thinking. Have been for a while now. Ever since I caught you and Hank in the Danger Room. I asked Kurt and Piotr, and they told me the most interesting rumor.”
“How’s that?” Logan glared at the two. Piotr blushed guiltily, but Kurt simply gave him a white, devil-may-care grin.
“According to the two of them, you’re hiring yourself out as a prostitute, performing sexual favors in exchange for cash. I didn’t believe it at first, but it does fit with what I saw in the Danger Room, and then I found the log of the in-house call Cain made to your sex line.”
Logan snorted. “If this is about makin’ me stop…”
“Shut up, Logan.” Scott interrupted. Logan shut up, out of surprise more than anything else. He wasn’t used to being talked to like that by Cyke, leader or no. Scotty went on. “Stop jumping to conclusions and listen for a change. You might even hear something you like. Something like…a business proposition.”
“Yeah?” Logan’s ears perked up. Maybe this wouldn’t be a total bust after all. The whole room smelled like sex, though Logan knew none of the X-Men had done anything. They sure as hell wanted to, though.
“Here’s the deal. I’m willing to hire you, full-time, to serve as the Institute’s…stress management specialist. That’ll be the official title, anyway. You’ll make about twice what you do hiring yourself out, and you’ll be with people you know. In exchange, your services will be exclusively reserved for the X-Men. You only whore out to members of the team, current and former, or affiliates thereof like the Avengers.”
“What about the FF, or Ka-Zar?” That made Scott blink in surprise. “You’ve done it with the Fantastic Four?”
“Ya got inta Ka-Zar’s pants?!” came Rogue’s surprised exclamation. Logan gave the Mississippi boy a wolfish grin, then Scott nodded. “They’re fine, too. No supervillains, and civilians have to pass requirements before they’re allowed access to you.“
Logan shrugged. “That’s it? You got it. Most o’the bad guys don’t do jack for me anyway. Sabretooth’ll be awful disappointed…” Logan’s grin got absolutely evil. “But I c’n live with that.”
“Me too, cher,” Gambit purred as he leaned back in the window sill.. “You prob’ly wond’rin what de rest of us doin’ here, when it looks like ol’ Cyke got de rules pretty well covered.”
Logan looked him in the eye, hazel meeting red-on-black as he folded his arms, noticing a slight swelling in his jeans. “The question may’ve crossed my mind, Gumbo.”
“But you already know the answer, Canuck.” Cable said, coming around from behind Scott’s desk. Logan finally noticed that Nate hadn’t just been shirtless, as he’d thought at first, but completely naked. Hard, too…he had one of the biggest cocks Logan had ever seen, aside from Pete’s. “You don’t make a deal like this without knowing exactly what you’re getting into.”
Logan’s grin got wide and wicked. “So, where we gonna go?”
“Right here, mein freund,” Kurt said. In the characteristic puff of smoke and BAMF! noise, he appeared beside the desk, where his tail cleared it off completely, spilling papers, pens, and office supplies of all sorts to the floor. His clothes, meanwhile, dropped to the ground at Colossus’s feet; he’d teleported out of them completely.
Kurt knelt on the desk facing Logan, legs spread wide to expose his throbbing blue cock, already dripping precome onto the varnished wood surface. Never one to miss a hint, Logan bent over the desk and started licking the fluid off ‘Crawler’s manhood. Behind him, Cable’s eye glowed, and suddenly Logan’s clothes fell off of him, revealing the hirsuite, muscular body underneath. Then Cable stepped aside, gesturing to Scott. “Dad? You want the honors?”
Cyclops smiled as his own uniform tumbled to the ground. Naked except for the visor, he crossed back to behind the desk, where Logan could see him as he stroked his dick. Scott was smooth and wiry, but fit and muscular from years of working out. From when he and Wolverine had showered together, he knew Scotty normally had a pretty average cock, but as Logan watched him get himself excited, he was amazed at how much of a grower the Fearless Leader turned out to be.
A deep, seductive purr came from the windowsill where Remy had been sitting. Evidently he and Rogue had decided to start their own party. Keeping the collar on, Rogue had already shrugged off his own clothes, revealing a very strong farm-boy physique, and was working Remy’s cock free of its pants as he straddled the Cajun’s legs. Still sucking away at Kurt, Logan remembered he’d always wondered which of the two men were on top; he’d figured Remy for a pretty solid bottom, but here he was acting like he was used to being serviced by the Southern beau.
Colossus looked indecisive. On the one hand, he wanted Logan and always had. But on the other, Rogue and Gambit were two gorgeous specimens of manhood. Rogue especially had turned him on ever since Australia, where the heat had forced the man out of his many protective layers of clothing. One look at that toned, slender swimmer’s body, and Piotr had been hooked. As it was, he decided to sit back and stroke his own massive organ until he made up his mind. Before long, he felt a warm pressure against his lips, and opened his mouth to take Cyclops’s cock down his throat as he stroked himself.
Logan didn’t have a lot of time to take in the sights, however, before he felt a pressure at his own at his ass. It was hot, and hard, and felt like a finger, except it was smooth metal instead of flesh. Then he realized: Cable was prepping him to take his cock. Kurt was obviously excited by the sight; his blue shaft was pumping in and out of Logan’s mouth madly, spitting pre down the wildman’s throat with every forward thrust.
When Kurt’s eyes closed and he let out a howl that signified the first orgasm of the night, Logan smiled around his mouthful, gulping down the hot, rich semen that erupted out of Kurt’s cock. As soon as Logan let go of Kurt, he found himself presented with two cocks…one, perfectly shaped and practically screaming with arousal, he immediately recognized as Rogue’s. The other was monstrous, huge beyond even Logan’s imagination; Piotr. He got to work on both of them, sliding his throat all the way down one before slowly pulling all the way off to start work on the other. He felt an insistent pressure on his ass, wider even than Petey’s huge schlong, and turned back with a grin. “Ya tryin’ at tailfuck me, Kurt?”
White fangs flashed at him as a yellow eye winked. “I missed zis chance last time we were involved, mein freund. I’m not about to pass it up now.” With that, the writhing, prehensile appendage shoved its way into Logan, who let out a hoarse cry of pleasure/pain as his cock slapped hard against the surface of the desk.
“Big, beautiful tool like dat needs some attention, ma cher,” he heard the Cajun say beneath him, and shuddered as Gambit’s empathic ’charm’ power washed over him like a fresh tidal wave of lust, as if he’d been watching live sex shows all night without touching himself. “Why don’ you point it on down dis way, let ol’ Remy take care o’your problems?” With his free hand, Logan obliged, pointing his cock straight down towards Remy’s willing mouth, which lapped eagerly at the slit and head, working his cock and balls with the same expertise with which he worked on Rogue and Piotr. The kid’s done this before, an’ a lot, too. The thought of how slutty Remy’s past had to have been made Logan even hotter, and he gulped down the precum from both his cocks with relish even as his own cock flooded Remy’s mouth with the same sticky, clear stuff, urged on by the attention of Nightcrawler‘s thick, long tail. Even though the elf had already cum once that night, he was hardening again, and Logan knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d want back in the action.
Not to be left out, Scott got on his hands and knees beside Remy, burying his finger in between the Cajun’s buttocks. Gambit closed his eyes and moaned around his mouthful of Logan cock…he loved taking things up his ass, and Scott was a natural at finding that sweet spot that would make his lust rise up in him like a rearing, horny stallion. Cable was already busy at work behind his father, sliding his cock up and down the cleft of Scott’s ass in preparation for what would doubtless be the fuck of the millennium.
From behind Scott, Cable smirked at Logan, and his eye glowed again. Logan found himself floated into the air above the naked men, the his tongue out of reach of the cocks it was servicing as Kurt‘s tail popped out of his ass, and he heard Nate’s voice in his mind. *Stroke yourself, Logan. Jack off so that everyone can see you. They all want you…you can smell it, I can feel it. So do it.*
Logan dropped to his knees in mid-air, his crotch thrust forward for all of them to see it, and he started fisting himself with one hand, his other roaming his torso, grabbing his pecs, his nipples…suddenly, everything he could feel on his body started acting as a sexual hotspot. I oughta show off more often, he thought. This is one helluva turn-on!
Rogue and Gambit were watching, the Cajun boy’s cock in the Southern boy’s mouth now as Remy lay back, his eyes locked on Logan while he was sucked by his lover and fingered by his leader. Briefly, the Wolverine wondered if he were still under Gambit’s charm power, then he decided it didn’t matter. For his part, Rogue seemed torn between the sight he was seeing and the five-star blowjob he was giving Remy. He loved Gambit, always would, but there’d always been something about Logan…Rogue definitely understood how Phoenix had felt, when he’d been alive. Ah, the hell with it, Rogue thought. T’night, Ah want both of ‘em.
Reaching back, he wrapped his arms around Remy’s waist and effortlessly hoisted them both into the air; Hank had designed the collar to only dampen his absorption abilities, not the powers he had already gotten from other people. Logan looked up, confused, into Rogue’s green eyes, but when Gambit lowered himself to press his cock right against the Wolverine’s, he understood, and nodded, taking Remy‘s cock in a grip alongside his own.
Using his power of flight for leverage, Rogue lowered himself onto both men’s cocks at the same time. Even with his invulnerability, the pain was blinding, but then Remy’s longer dick hit that sweet spot just behind Rogue’s balls, and the Southern boy let out a shriek of ecstasy. He loved being filled, and just one wasn’t enough, even if it was Gambit’s. Logan, having done this before, held stock still, and nodded to Gambit. “Go ahead, Cajun. Fuck ‘im. Hard an’ deep as ya can.”
“An excellent idea, tovarisch,” came Petey’s voice from below. Gambit started thrusting into Rogue as Logan watched, the Mississippi man’s face contorting in ecstasy from being filled with both the man he loved and the man he wanted. When Cable’s telekinetic field expanded to encompass all three of them, Logan looked down. Colossus was lying full-length on the floor, his huge cock pointing up directly at Logan’s ass while Nightcrawler licked his massive balls, his tail crammed up Piotr‘s ass now that it had been deprived of Logan‘s. Cable was behind Cyclops, holding him up by the thighs while he plowed at his father’s ass, his eye blazing as he kept his telekinetic hold over the threesome in the air. Logan felt himself being lowered onto Piotr’s huge cock, and he shifted position to accommodate, spreading his legs wide while keeping his cock stuffed in Rogue‘s ass next to Gambit‘s. The blaze of pleasure he felt from being inside Rogue and pressing tighter against the wildly thrusting Gambit made him shoot his own first load of the evening into Rogue’s tight, welcoming ass. The Southern boy let out a wail of pleasure at this, his cock rock hard as he gripped Gambit’s shoulders shamelessly, needfully.
Pete’s was the biggest dick Wolverine had ever taken, and feeling it push relentlessly into him made the savage squirm and growl in pain and pleasure. His legs spread apart wide as they would go as inch after inch of Colossus’s maleness disappeared into him, giving him the same pleasure he and Gambit were giving Rogue. The intense ecstasy seemed to make Logan aware of absolutely everything. He watched Cable fuck Scott roughly, passionately, while Kurt abandoned Piotr to climb onto the Fearless Leader and wrap his legs around him, impaling himself on Cyclops and letting the force of Nate’s thrusts drive One-Eye deeper and deeper into him. The elf and Cyke were kissing hotly, their bodies on fire from what they were doing, as Cable watched and just pounded away at them.
This was heaven, it had to be. Watching a hot three-way fuck while being part of an even hotter four-way, no thought in his mind but the pure, raw pleasure from all sides. Logan closed his eyes and let the physical sensations blast through him, his balls slapping against Remy’s as he grabbed Rogue’s chest for leverage, tweaking the nipples just enough to make the Southern man cry out for more.
Suddenly, all seven men were psychically linked, and Logan felt it all happen at the same time. He had Cyke’s dick in him, he was plowing Cyke’s ass, and he could feel his own ass clench around him at the same time as he felt his cock alongside Remy’s, and both cocks stretching him wide as he could go. Every man in the room cried out in passionate ecstasy, and Logan knew they were all feeling the same thing. With simultaneous screams of pleasure, seven cocks erupted in a monumental orgasm, bodies thrashing wildly as the ecstasy blasted them out of themselves.
Jolted back into his own body, Logan felt Pete’s crushing grip close around his torso while his hips bucked Logan up into Rogue’s body, as Remy upsurged at the same time. Rogue, overloaded with both dicks in his ass, let out a scream of passion as his fingers bruised his lover’s shoulders. Logan was aware of Kurt, Cable, and Scott crying out in mutual ecstasy as Nate flooded Scott‘s ass, which in turn caused him to explode inside Kurt‘s and the Elf to spray all three of them with his load…
…But then his world fell away to a single white-hot point of pleasure, before exploding outward again in the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt.
The X-Men collapsed to the ground, Logan exhausted and sweaty in the center of a massive pile of sated male flesh. Even his healing factor was going to have trouble bouncing back from that one. If he was going to be restricted to only whoring for the X-Men, well, there were a helluva lot of worse options out there.
The last candle burned low, and guttered out, and in the dark, someone said “Happy New Year.”
~*~
Across the Atlantic Ocean, Charles Xavier opened his eyes, his lean, muscular body covered in a sheen of sweat. Over him loomed the huge, furry blue form of Henry McCoy, thrusting triumphantly into him as he came, flooding Charles’s ass with seed as he let out a low growl of ecstasy, both from the workout the Professor was giving him and the images he was transmitting into his mind from his students in New York.
As they collapsed into each other’s arms, covered in sweat and gasping for breath, Hank panted out, “And…they have no idea…you were there?”
Charles let out a chuckle. “Please, Henry, don’t make me sound the puppet master. I watched, yes, as I have every time I‘ve been aware of Logan‘s erotic escapades…but the actions and decisions this year have all been Logan’s, and those of his partners. Just like you made the decision tonight to be with me, of your own free will.”
The Beast chuckled a bit at that, grinding his hips so that his balls rolled heavily against the Professor’s firm, round buttocks. “It was worth the wait, Charles. You taught me everything I know…everything. I wasn‘t about to waste an opportunity to put some of my more illicit lessons to good use.” He leaned down and kissed his Professor, his colleague…his lover. When their lips parted, Charles lifted an eyebrow. “So, how do I compare with him?”
“Honestly?” Hank pursed his lips in thought for a moment. “While Logan is inhumanly good in the sack, I think I preferred our encounter. You may not have the stamina of an animalistic mutant, but you know best how to bring your lovers off…and,” he admitted with a deep chuckle, “I enjoyed the show you telepathically treated me to.”
“I have more,” Xavier said with a lusty smile of his own. “Would you like to see what happened when my half-brother made a call to Logan’s sex line?”
Hank stared at the Professor in astonishment. The new year had just begun, and it was already proving to be full of surprises.
Today, as promised, the final chapter of Savage Whore goes up. The original version was published on Y!Gallery one year ago, and remains to this day the single sex scene with the most partners I have ever written. As such, I felt the original version lacked the quality and attention to character that it should have had. So I've reworked it, added some 'extra footage,' so to speak, and tacked on an epilogue, featuring (by request) what Charley and Hank were up to in Muir Island. ^_^
Hope you enjoy it, and Happy New Year!
~*~
Logan stepped through the door to Professor Xavier’s study, curiosity and suspicion wrestling each other for dominance in his mind. What’s so important that One-Eye’s gotta see me on New Year’s Eve fer? Hank an’ the Prof are spendin’ the holidays on Muir Island, all the kids’ve gone home, an’ scuzzbags usually take the night off with the rest of us.
He didn’t know what to expect when he stepped through the door into the dimly lit room. It certainly wasn’t seeing six X-Men in the room with him, all in full costume.
Candles were burning in place of the normal harsh lamplight, but Logan’s eyes adjusted quickly. He saw Remy first, leaning against the far windowsill, giving him a cats-and-canaries grin. His Southern-fried boyfriend Rogue was there, too, leaning up against the swamp rat in that clingy, affectionate way that he had. Ever since Rogue had discovered inhibitor collars, they’d been worn constantly around the mansion, and Logan had heard a lot of thumping and squeaking in the two men’s room every night for the last month since.
Cyclops was in the Professor’s chair, stern and rigid as always…at least, that was what Logan thought at first. Then he realized that Scotty’s visor was dark. Fearless Leader’s eyes were closed, and Cable’s hands were on his shoulders, giving him the mother of all neckrubs. ’Bout time someone took care o’ya, Logan thought to himself. Little surprised it turned out t’be yer own kid, though.
In the last corner, leaning against the blackboard, was Petey Rasputin, with Nightcrawler on top of one shoulder. Nothing too special at first, until Logan saw the way Kurt’s tail was curling around Petey’s waist, squeezing just right around that tight, muscular ass, and noticed Colossus trying real hard not to let out a groan of pleasure.
After taking stock of the room’s occupants, Logan felt the scent of their lust hit him in waves. Every man in that room had exactly one thing on their mind: Sex. Wolverine felt something in him respond, primal and visceral. He wanted each of these men as much as they wanted him…But as much as the animal wanted to give in to the feelings and just let go, Logan was still a man, and the man wanted answers.
“Well, One-Eye? What’s this about?” Scott’s eyes came open, the visor brightening as they did, and Scott gave him a slow, sensual smile. There’s somethin’ I never thought I’d see, Logan’s mind said, and he told it to shut the fuck up.
“I was just thinking. Have been for a while now. Ever since I caught you and Hank in the Danger Room. I asked Kurt and Piotr, and they told me the most interesting rumor.”
“How’s that?” Logan glared at the two. Piotr blushed guiltily, but Kurt simply gave him a white, devil-may-care grin.
“According to the two of them, you’re hiring yourself out as a prostitute, performing sexual favors in exchange for cash. I didn’t believe it at first, but it does fit with what I saw in the Danger Room, and then I found the log of the in-house call Cain made to your sex line.”
Logan snorted. “If this is about makin’ me stop…”
“Shut up, Logan.” Scott interrupted. Logan shut up, out of surprise more than anything else. He wasn’t used to being talked to like that by Cyke, leader or no. Scotty went on. “Stop jumping to conclusions and listen for a change. You might even hear something you like. Something like…a business proposition.”
“Yeah?” Logan’s ears perked up. Maybe this wouldn’t be a total bust after all. The whole room smelled like sex, though Logan knew none of the X-Men had done anything. They sure as hell wanted to, though.
“Here’s the deal. I’m willing to hire you, full-time, to serve as the Institute’s…stress management specialist. That’ll be the official title, anyway. You’ll make about twice what you do hiring yourself out, and you’ll be with people you know. In exchange, your services will be exclusively reserved for the X-Men. You only whore out to members of the team, current and former, or affiliates thereof like the Avengers.”
“What about the FF, or Ka-Zar?” That made Scott blink in surprise. “You’ve done it with the Fantastic Four?”
“Ya got inta Ka-Zar’s pants?!” came Rogue’s surprised exclamation. Logan gave the Mississippi boy a wolfish grin, then Scott nodded. “They’re fine, too. No supervillains, and civilians have to pass requirements before they’re allowed access to you.“
Logan shrugged. “That’s it? You got it. Most o’the bad guys don’t do jack for me anyway. Sabretooth’ll be awful disappointed…” Logan’s grin got absolutely evil. “But I c’n live with that.”
“Me too, cher,” Gambit purred as he leaned back in the window sill.. “You prob’ly wond’rin what de rest of us doin’ here, when it looks like ol’ Cyke got de rules pretty well covered.”
Logan looked him in the eye, hazel meeting red-on-black as he folded his arms, noticing a slight swelling in his jeans. “The question may’ve crossed my mind, Gumbo.”
“But you already know the answer, Canuck.” Cable said, coming around from behind Scott’s desk. Logan finally noticed that Nate hadn’t just been shirtless, as he’d thought at first, but completely naked. Hard, too…he had one of the biggest cocks Logan had ever seen, aside from Pete’s. “You don’t make a deal like this without knowing exactly what you’re getting into.”
Logan’s grin got wide and wicked. “So, where we gonna go?”
“Right here, mein freund,” Kurt said. In the characteristic puff of smoke and BAMF! noise, he appeared beside the desk, where his tail cleared it off completely, spilling papers, pens, and office supplies of all sorts to the floor. His clothes, meanwhile, dropped to the ground at Colossus’s feet; he’d teleported out of them completely.
Kurt knelt on the desk facing Logan, legs spread wide to expose his throbbing blue cock, already dripping precome onto the varnished wood surface. Never one to miss a hint, Logan bent over the desk and started licking the fluid off ‘Crawler’s manhood. Behind him, Cable’s eye glowed, and suddenly Logan’s clothes fell off of him, revealing the hirsuite, muscular body underneath. Then Cable stepped aside, gesturing to Scott. “Dad? You want the honors?”
Cyclops smiled as his own uniform tumbled to the ground. Naked except for the visor, he crossed back to behind the desk, where Logan could see him as he stroked his dick. Scott was smooth and wiry, but fit and muscular from years of working out. From when he and Wolverine had showered together, he knew Scotty normally had a pretty average cock, but as Logan watched him get himself excited, he was amazed at how much of a grower the Fearless Leader turned out to be.
A deep, seductive purr came from the windowsill where Remy had been sitting. Evidently he and Rogue had decided to start their own party. Keeping the collar on, Rogue had already shrugged off his own clothes, revealing a very strong farm-boy physique, and was working Remy’s cock free of its pants as he straddled the Cajun’s legs. Still sucking away at Kurt, Logan remembered he’d always wondered which of the two men were on top; he’d figured Remy for a pretty solid bottom, but here he was acting like he was used to being serviced by the Southern beau.
Colossus looked indecisive. On the one hand, he wanted Logan and always had. But on the other, Rogue and Gambit were two gorgeous specimens of manhood. Rogue especially had turned him on ever since Australia, where the heat had forced the man out of his many protective layers of clothing. One look at that toned, slender swimmer’s body, and Piotr had been hooked. As it was, he decided to sit back and stroke his own massive organ until he made up his mind. Before long, he felt a warm pressure against his lips, and opened his mouth to take Cyclops’s cock down his throat as he stroked himself.
Logan didn’t have a lot of time to take in the sights, however, before he felt a pressure at his own at his ass. It was hot, and hard, and felt like a finger, except it was smooth metal instead of flesh. Then he realized: Cable was prepping him to take his cock. Kurt was obviously excited by the sight; his blue shaft was pumping in and out of Logan’s mouth madly, spitting pre down the wildman’s throat with every forward thrust.
When Kurt’s eyes closed and he let out a howl that signified the first orgasm of the night, Logan smiled around his mouthful, gulping down the hot, rich semen that erupted out of Kurt’s cock. As soon as Logan let go of Kurt, he found himself presented with two cocks…one, perfectly shaped and practically screaming with arousal, he immediately recognized as Rogue’s. The other was monstrous, huge beyond even Logan’s imagination; Piotr. He got to work on both of them, sliding his throat all the way down one before slowly pulling all the way off to start work on the other. He felt an insistent pressure on his ass, wider even than Petey’s huge schlong, and turned back with a grin. “Ya tryin’ at tailfuck me, Kurt?”
White fangs flashed at him as a yellow eye winked. “I missed zis chance last time we were involved, mein freund. I’m not about to pass it up now.” With that, the writhing, prehensile appendage shoved its way into Logan, who let out a hoarse cry of pleasure/pain as his cock slapped hard against the surface of the desk.
“Big, beautiful tool like dat needs some attention, ma cher,” he heard the Cajun say beneath him, and shuddered as Gambit’s empathic ’charm’ power washed over him like a fresh tidal wave of lust, as if he’d been watching live sex shows all night without touching himself. “Why don’ you point it on down dis way, let ol’ Remy take care o’your problems?” With his free hand, Logan obliged, pointing his cock straight down towards Remy’s willing mouth, which lapped eagerly at the slit and head, working his cock and balls with the same expertise with which he worked on Rogue and Piotr. The kid’s done this before, an’ a lot, too. The thought of how slutty Remy’s past had to have been made Logan even hotter, and he gulped down the precum from both his cocks with relish even as his own cock flooded Remy’s mouth with the same sticky, clear stuff, urged on by the attention of Nightcrawler‘s thick, long tail. Even though the elf had already cum once that night, he was hardening again, and Logan knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d want back in the action.
Not to be left out, Scott got on his hands and knees beside Remy, burying his finger in between the Cajun’s buttocks. Gambit closed his eyes and moaned around his mouthful of Logan cock…he loved taking things up his ass, and Scott was a natural at finding that sweet spot that would make his lust rise up in him like a rearing, horny stallion. Cable was already busy at work behind his father, sliding his cock up and down the cleft of Scott’s ass in preparation for what would doubtless be the fuck of the millennium.
From behind Scott, Cable smirked at Logan, and his eye glowed again. Logan found himself floated into the air above the naked men, the his tongue out of reach of the cocks it was servicing as Kurt‘s tail popped out of his ass, and he heard Nate’s voice in his mind. *Stroke yourself, Logan. Jack off so that everyone can see you. They all want you…you can smell it, I can feel it. So do it.*
Logan dropped to his knees in mid-air, his crotch thrust forward for all of them to see it, and he started fisting himself with one hand, his other roaming his torso, grabbing his pecs, his nipples…suddenly, everything he could feel on his body started acting as a sexual hotspot. I oughta show off more often, he thought. This is one helluva turn-on!
Rogue and Gambit were watching, the Cajun boy’s cock in the Southern boy’s mouth now as Remy lay back, his eyes locked on Logan while he was sucked by his lover and fingered by his leader. Briefly, the Wolverine wondered if he were still under Gambit’s charm power, then he decided it didn’t matter. For his part, Rogue seemed torn between the sight he was seeing and the five-star blowjob he was giving Remy. He loved Gambit, always would, but there’d always been something about Logan…Rogue definitely understood how Phoenix had felt, when he’d been alive. Ah, the hell with it, Rogue thought. T’night, Ah want both of ‘em.
Reaching back, he wrapped his arms around Remy’s waist and effortlessly hoisted them both into the air; Hank had designed the collar to only dampen his absorption abilities, not the powers he had already gotten from other people. Logan looked up, confused, into Rogue’s green eyes, but when Gambit lowered himself to press his cock right against the Wolverine’s, he understood, and nodded, taking Remy‘s cock in a grip alongside his own.
Using his power of flight for leverage, Rogue lowered himself onto both men’s cocks at the same time. Even with his invulnerability, the pain was blinding, but then Remy’s longer dick hit that sweet spot just behind Rogue’s balls, and the Southern boy let out a shriek of ecstasy. He loved being filled, and just one wasn’t enough, even if it was Gambit’s. Logan, having done this before, held stock still, and nodded to Gambit. “Go ahead, Cajun. Fuck ‘im. Hard an’ deep as ya can.”
“An excellent idea, tovarisch,” came Petey’s voice from below. Gambit started thrusting into Rogue as Logan watched, the Mississippi man’s face contorting in ecstasy from being filled with both the man he loved and the man he wanted. When Cable’s telekinetic field expanded to encompass all three of them, Logan looked down. Colossus was lying full-length on the floor, his huge cock pointing up directly at Logan’s ass while Nightcrawler licked his massive balls, his tail crammed up Piotr‘s ass now that it had been deprived of Logan‘s. Cable was behind Cyclops, holding him up by the thighs while he plowed at his father’s ass, his eye blazing as he kept his telekinetic hold over the threesome in the air. Logan felt himself being lowered onto Piotr’s huge cock, and he shifted position to accommodate, spreading his legs wide while keeping his cock stuffed in Rogue‘s ass next to Gambit‘s. The blaze of pleasure he felt from being inside Rogue and pressing tighter against the wildly thrusting Gambit made him shoot his own first load of the evening into Rogue’s tight, welcoming ass. The Southern boy let out a wail of pleasure at this, his cock rock hard as he gripped Gambit’s shoulders shamelessly, needfully.
Pete’s was the biggest dick Wolverine had ever taken, and feeling it push relentlessly into him made the savage squirm and growl in pain and pleasure. His legs spread apart wide as they would go as inch after inch of Colossus’s maleness disappeared into him, giving him the same pleasure he and Gambit were giving Rogue. The intense ecstasy seemed to make Logan aware of absolutely everything. He watched Cable fuck Scott roughly, passionately, while Kurt abandoned Piotr to climb onto the Fearless Leader and wrap his legs around him, impaling himself on Cyclops and letting the force of Nate’s thrusts drive One-Eye deeper and deeper into him. The elf and Cyke were kissing hotly, their bodies on fire from what they were doing, as Cable watched and just pounded away at them.
This was heaven, it had to be. Watching a hot three-way fuck while being part of an even hotter four-way, no thought in his mind but the pure, raw pleasure from all sides. Logan closed his eyes and let the physical sensations blast through him, his balls slapping against Remy’s as he grabbed Rogue’s chest for leverage, tweaking the nipples just enough to make the Southern man cry out for more.
Suddenly, all seven men were psychically linked, and Logan felt it all happen at the same time. He had Cyke’s dick in him, he was plowing Cyke’s ass, and he could feel his own ass clench around him at the same time as he felt his cock alongside Remy’s, and both cocks stretching him wide as he could go. Every man in the room cried out in passionate ecstasy, and Logan knew they were all feeling the same thing. With simultaneous screams of pleasure, seven cocks erupted in a monumental orgasm, bodies thrashing wildly as the ecstasy blasted them out of themselves.
Jolted back into his own body, Logan felt Pete’s crushing grip close around his torso while his hips bucked Logan up into Rogue’s body, as Remy upsurged at the same time. Rogue, overloaded with both dicks in his ass, let out a scream of passion as his fingers bruised his lover’s shoulders. Logan was aware of Kurt, Cable, and Scott crying out in mutual ecstasy as Nate flooded Scott‘s ass, which in turn caused him to explode inside Kurt‘s and the Elf to spray all three of them with his load…
…But then his world fell away to a single white-hot point of pleasure, before exploding outward again in the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt.
The X-Men collapsed to the ground, Logan exhausted and sweaty in the center of a massive pile of sated male flesh. Even his healing factor was going to have trouble bouncing back from that one. If he was going to be restricted to only whoring for the X-Men, well, there were a helluva lot of worse options out there.
The last candle burned low, and guttered out, and in the dark, someone said “Happy New Year.”
~*~
Across the Atlantic Ocean, Charles Xavier opened his eyes, his lean, muscular body covered in a sheen of sweat. Over him loomed the huge, furry blue form of Henry McCoy, thrusting triumphantly into him as he came, flooding Charles’s ass with seed as he let out a low growl of ecstasy, both from the workout the Professor was giving him and the images he was transmitting into his mind from his students in New York.
As they collapsed into each other’s arms, covered in sweat and gasping for breath, Hank panted out, “And…they have no idea…you were there?”
Charles let out a chuckle. “Please, Henry, don’t make me sound the puppet master. I watched, yes, as I have every time I‘ve been aware of Logan‘s erotic escapades…but the actions and decisions this year have all been Logan’s, and those of his partners. Just like you made the decision tonight to be with me, of your own free will.”
The Beast chuckled a bit at that, grinding his hips so that his balls rolled heavily against the Professor’s firm, round buttocks. “It was worth the wait, Charles. You taught me everything I know…everything. I wasn‘t about to waste an opportunity to put some of my more illicit lessons to good use.” He leaned down and kissed his Professor, his colleague…his lover. When their lips parted, Charles lifted an eyebrow. “So, how do I compare with him?”
“Honestly?” Hank pursed his lips in thought for a moment. “While Logan is inhumanly good in the sack, I think I preferred our encounter. You may not have the stamina of an animalistic mutant, but you know best how to bring your lovers off…and,” he admitted with a deep chuckle, “I enjoyed the show you telepathically treated me to.”
“I have more,” Xavier said with a lusty smile of his own. “Would you like to see what happened when my half-brother made a call to Logan’s sex line?”
Hank stared at the Professor in astonishment. The new year had just begun, and it was already proving to be full of surprises.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Bumming for Cigarettes
This was the first piece of adult fiction I ever felt good about submitting to a site, in July of 2006. A Logan/Kurt smut piece that became the groundwork for a 5-part slash series I came to call "Savage Whore."
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Bumming for Cigarettes (NC-17)
It had been a long, LONG day at the Xavier Institute, and nothing made Logan feel better at day's end than a beer, a pack of smokes, and a long stretch in front of the tube.
Sure, he liked a night under the starts as much as the next roughneck mountain man, but when it came to just relaxing, nothing beat slouching in Beast's favorite easy chair, lighting up, and vegging out to whatever teen junk Bobby or Jubilee wanted to watch.
Flopping down...hard...in said easy chair, Wolverine fumbled through his too-damn-tight Levis for his pack of cigs, and let out a low growl. Out again, he thought, an' outta cash too. Xavier saw to his X-Men's needs as best he could, but disapproving of smoking as he did, Logan often had to come up with alternative means to fund his bad habits. Getting up, he stalked down the hallways in a huff and pounded on the door of the first person who came to mind when it came to fueling his bad habits.
A wisp of smoke appeared under the door, and Logan waved his hand to waft away the brimstone stench. "An' they say it stinks when I smoke one o' my stogies." The door opened, and Kurt Wagner looked at his friend quizzically. Logan noticed that the elf was naked from the waist up, and obviously had been working on getting the rest of the way there.
"Logan, vas ist? You interrupted me at a very critical stage in my agility exercises..."
I'll just bet I did. Putting that thought aside, Logan folded his arms. "I need ta head into the city and buy some more smokes. Mind loanin' me ten bucks or so? I can pay ya back next time Xavier gives us good little kids our allowances."
Kurt folded his arms, one blue-black eyebrow lifting quizzically. "Ze last time I loaned you cigarette money, mein verruckt freund, you tried to con your way out of it by challenging me to a sparring contest for it." He rubbed his neck with a grimace, his white fangs gleaming in the lamp light. "I've still got bruises from zat little tussle."
Logan glowered, and the elf held up his hands. "Easy, Logan! I didn't say no, did I?" His tail came up behind him, waving in a sultry fasion. "I'll just require services...in advance."
Logan breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, is that all? Sure, no problem. So what'll it be, Elf? I lead the next coupla X-Missions instead o'you? Teach you some more fightin' moves? Take you to the next midnight matinee o'Star Wars?"
Nightcrawler's grin was positively demonic. "Nein. Nothing so provincial...Come inside." Kurt's tail coiled around Logan's buttocks, and pulled the Canadian into his room, the door closing behind them with a resounding SLAM.
Logan stumbled, and would have fallen if Kurt hadn't caught him. Born and bred fighter though he was, his agility was nowhere near that of his German friend. Kurt knew how to take advantage of the situation as well, and wrapping his arms around his hairy friend, pulled the Camuck into a deep, passionate kiss.
Part of Logan's mind rebelled against being taken advantage of, but he shut it up without too much trouble. The fur on Kurt's face just felt so damn good...He had to feel more of it. Shrugging his plaid lumberjack shirt off, Logan pressed his own hirsuite body against Kurt's blue-furred chest, feeling the thin layer of fur there, like a mix of silk and velvet rubbing in all the right ways. His jeans were getting real tight, and he said so, at which Kurt let out a merry laugh. "Zen take zem off, mein freund. You won't be needing zem anyway."
Three seconds later, Logan was naked in Kurt's arms, loving the primal, back-to-nature feel of his nudity and Kurt's kisses. Clothes to the Wolverine were a necesary evil, one he shed as often as he could, though not nearly as often as he would've liked. His thick cock was swelling with need, starting to ache, and Kurt noticed this with a grin. "Ach, you're gorgeous! This certainly changes things!"
Logan looked up at the slightly taller elf with a confused, "Huh?"
"I was simply looking to ask for a blowjob, but mein Gott! Do you realize, Logan, I've never seen you hard before?"
Logan looked down, then realized it was true. "Yeah. So?"
"So now, I vant you more zan ever. Now, I vant you inside me."
Logan's confused expression melted away into what he would've called a 'shit eatin' grin.' "A'right then. Elfy. Get these pants off an' lay down on yer back, legs in the air and tail hangin' over the edge. After that, let the big bad Wolverine take care o'everything."
Kurt did as he was asked, and Logan took a moment to appreciate the slender, leanly muscled beauty that was his teammate. People who were put off by Nightcrawler's color and subtle physical differences failed to notice that under it all, there was a hell of a sexy beast. One, in fact, Logan wouldn't have said no to even if he hadn't been bumming for cigarettes.
Kneeling between Kurt's legs, Logan let his tongue roam between the deep blue cheeks of Nightcrawler's ass, prompting squirms and moans of sudden, shocked pleasure. So, ya ain't never been rimmed before? Kurt, boy, yer in for a surprise. Logan let his tongue dive into the musky, clean sweetness inside Kurt's pucker, and paid special attention to the underside of his tail, which caused Kurt to let out a scream of pleasure. The Elf was sporting a raging hard-on, which he tried to grip, but Logan batted his arm away. "Ya don't get t'touch till I say ya can touch, Elfy. House rules, when yer playin' with me."
Kurt let out a frustrated moan, but the frustration turned to gratification when Logan slid his fingers into Nightcrawler's well-lubricated hole. He felt Kurt clench and unclench around him, and stroked his own cock...slowly, smoothly, with infinite patience...until he felt it was as hard as it had ever been in his long, long life. Then, he guided his leaking head to Kurt's ass, and pushed in, gently but firmly, with a long, low growl of anticipation.
Waves of pleasure assaulted both men's bodies as Logan slid in, causing Kurt to tremble and cry out uncontrollably as the initial stretching pain died away to a wonderful, full pleasure. Once Logan had hilted himself inside his friend, he leaned down and marked Kurt with a possessive bite to the shoulder, pinching a nerve junction just right, to make the elf go limp with ecstasy.
"Ach, mein Gott, Logan..." Kurt was a quivering bundle of flesh and fur, soaked in sweat, his body burnign with the need for release. But helpless as he was, he could only lie there and take Logan's slow, inexorable penetration as he looked up into the ferally handsome face, grinning wickedly down at him as he started to thrust into his tailhole.
When the fucking actually started, Logan's body was sheened in sweat. Both men were panting with heat, with need, with mutual lust, their cocks drooling a steady stream of precome that mixed and pooled on Kurt's belly, and in his ass. Logan scooped some of the pre off Kurt's abs and held the fingers to his mouth. "Lick it up, Elf. Show me how much you're wantin' this."
Moaning in time with Logan's thrusts, Kurt reached up with his tongue and swiped Logan's fingers clean with a single pass, taking the fingers into his mouth and sucking for all he was worth, even as Logan's hips started to increase their tempo, practically tearing the Elf in two with pleasure as he moaned and cried out shamelessly, unafraid of who would hear. They were both animals now, reduced to their most primal needs and urges as they screwed each other wantonly.
Logan wasn't exactly silent, either. "Yeah, come on, Elf...Ya love it, ya want it, take it all! Feel my big hard cock ridin' up inta that sweet blue ass? Yeah, I know ya do. I'm gojn' faster now, can ya feel it? Yeah, I can tell, yer achin' ta get off...Go ahead, Kurt, grab yer cock...jerk it off, stroke it in time with me...Tell me how much ya love me fuckin' ya, how ya wanna be my Elf-bottom fer the rest o'yer life. Ahh, Kurt, I'm gettin' close...Ya want us ta cum t'gether? Come on, hen, Elf...I'm gettin' there...Cum NOW!"
With a roar torn from the very depths of his soul, Nightcrawler bucked his hips into the air, his fist clenched in a visegrip around his cock as he coated both himself and Logan with his creamy, white semen. It looked like they'd spilled milk all over themselves, with its thickness, creamy whiteness, and the sheer amount that Logan had fucked out of him.
Logan himself was cumming hard, too...His cock was spewing deep into Kurt's innards, keeping up a primal, jackhammer pace, until the last drops of semen were forced out of him and he slumped heavily over Kurt, panting and gasping for breath.
It took Kurt a long time to recover from that. He felt a warm hand on his face, and found himself opening his eyes to see Logan there, looking fine as ever, if a little worried. "You okay?"
Kurt managed a nod. "Ja...just needed a minute...to let my body catch up with me." He pointed to a nightstand. "My wallet is over zere...Help yourself to what you need. I'm sorry I made you do zis for money."
Logan waved a hand casually, still completely naked. "Don't worry about it, Elf. Fer you, I woulda done it fer free.
"Besides...ya got me thinkin'. Maybe this ain't such a bad way t'earn some dough on the side." He grinned at Kurt's shocked expression. "Come on, Elfie, think about it. My healin' factor keeps me from gettin' sick, an' keeps me comin' back fer more." He turned, and Kurt saw with a groan that he was already fully hard again. "I can take care o'myself, I ain't got no hangups about any kind of sex, an' ya gotta admit..." he gestured to his body, "Ain't that many callboys that look like me."
Kurt cocked his head. "I suppose there aren't, at that. Still, are you sure? Not all partners will excite you as much as..." He stopped short. "I'm sorry. Zat sounded a lot less arrogant in my head."
Logan leaned beside Kurt on the bed and kissed him. "Ya got good reason t'be arrogant, Elf. You were a helluva bottom. I ain't come that hard in a long time."
Rising back to his feet, he took ten dollars from Kurt's wallet and started for the door. "An' yeah, sure I'm sure. Who knows? This could be fun."
It wasn't until after Logan left that Kurt realized he'd left all of his clothing on the floor. Nightcrawler blinked once, twice, then started to laugh. "Wolverine...mein verruckt freund... I don't know if ze world is ready for you to be a male prostitute."
~*~
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Bumming for Cigarettes (NC-17)
It had been a long, LONG day at the Xavier Institute, and nothing made Logan feel better at day's end than a beer, a pack of smokes, and a long stretch in front of the tube.
Sure, he liked a night under the starts as much as the next roughneck mountain man, but when it came to just relaxing, nothing beat slouching in Beast's favorite easy chair, lighting up, and vegging out to whatever teen junk Bobby or Jubilee wanted to watch.
Flopping down...hard...in said easy chair, Wolverine fumbled through his too-damn-tight Levis for his pack of cigs, and let out a low growl. Out again, he thought, an' outta cash too. Xavier saw to his X-Men's needs as best he could, but disapproving of smoking as he did, Logan often had to come up with alternative means to fund his bad habits. Getting up, he stalked down the hallways in a huff and pounded on the door of the first person who came to mind when it came to fueling his bad habits.
A wisp of smoke appeared under the door, and Logan waved his hand to waft away the brimstone stench. "An' they say it stinks when I smoke one o' my stogies." The door opened, and Kurt Wagner looked at his friend quizzically. Logan noticed that the elf was naked from the waist up, and obviously had been working on getting the rest of the way there.
"Logan, vas ist? You interrupted me at a very critical stage in my agility exercises..."
I'll just bet I did. Putting that thought aside, Logan folded his arms. "I need ta head into the city and buy some more smokes. Mind loanin' me ten bucks or so? I can pay ya back next time Xavier gives us good little kids our allowances."
Kurt folded his arms, one blue-black eyebrow lifting quizzically. "Ze last time I loaned you cigarette money, mein verruckt freund, you tried to con your way out of it by challenging me to a sparring contest for it." He rubbed his neck with a grimace, his white fangs gleaming in the lamp light. "I've still got bruises from zat little tussle."
Logan glowered, and the elf held up his hands. "Easy, Logan! I didn't say no, did I?" His tail came up behind him, waving in a sultry fasion. "I'll just require services...in advance."
Logan breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, is that all? Sure, no problem. So what'll it be, Elf? I lead the next coupla X-Missions instead o'you? Teach you some more fightin' moves? Take you to the next midnight matinee o'Star Wars?"
Nightcrawler's grin was positively demonic. "Nein. Nothing so provincial...Come inside." Kurt's tail coiled around Logan's buttocks, and pulled the Canadian into his room, the door closing behind them with a resounding SLAM.
Logan stumbled, and would have fallen if Kurt hadn't caught him. Born and bred fighter though he was, his agility was nowhere near that of his German friend. Kurt knew how to take advantage of the situation as well, and wrapping his arms around his hairy friend, pulled the Camuck into a deep, passionate kiss.
Part of Logan's mind rebelled against being taken advantage of, but he shut it up without too much trouble. The fur on Kurt's face just felt so damn good...He had to feel more of it. Shrugging his plaid lumberjack shirt off, Logan pressed his own hirsuite body against Kurt's blue-furred chest, feeling the thin layer of fur there, like a mix of silk and velvet rubbing in all the right ways. His jeans were getting real tight, and he said so, at which Kurt let out a merry laugh. "Zen take zem off, mein freund. You won't be needing zem anyway."
Three seconds later, Logan was naked in Kurt's arms, loving the primal, back-to-nature feel of his nudity and Kurt's kisses. Clothes to the Wolverine were a necesary evil, one he shed as often as he could, though not nearly as often as he would've liked. His thick cock was swelling with need, starting to ache, and Kurt noticed this with a grin. "Ach, you're gorgeous! This certainly changes things!"
Logan looked up at the slightly taller elf with a confused, "Huh?"
"I was simply looking to ask for a blowjob, but mein Gott! Do you realize, Logan, I've never seen you hard before?"
Logan looked down, then realized it was true. "Yeah. So?"
"So now, I vant you more zan ever. Now, I vant you inside me."
Logan's confused expression melted away into what he would've called a 'shit eatin' grin.' "A'right then. Elfy. Get these pants off an' lay down on yer back, legs in the air and tail hangin' over the edge. After that, let the big bad Wolverine take care o'everything."
Kurt did as he was asked, and Logan took a moment to appreciate the slender, leanly muscled beauty that was his teammate. People who were put off by Nightcrawler's color and subtle physical differences failed to notice that under it all, there was a hell of a sexy beast. One, in fact, Logan wouldn't have said no to even if he hadn't been bumming for cigarettes.
Kneeling between Kurt's legs, Logan let his tongue roam between the deep blue cheeks of Nightcrawler's ass, prompting squirms and moans of sudden, shocked pleasure. So, ya ain't never been rimmed before? Kurt, boy, yer in for a surprise. Logan let his tongue dive into the musky, clean sweetness inside Kurt's pucker, and paid special attention to the underside of his tail, which caused Kurt to let out a scream of pleasure. The Elf was sporting a raging hard-on, which he tried to grip, but Logan batted his arm away. "Ya don't get t'touch till I say ya can touch, Elfy. House rules, when yer playin' with me."
Kurt let out a frustrated moan, but the frustration turned to gratification when Logan slid his fingers into Nightcrawler's well-lubricated hole. He felt Kurt clench and unclench around him, and stroked his own cock...slowly, smoothly, with infinite patience...until he felt it was as hard as it had ever been in his long, long life. Then, he guided his leaking head to Kurt's ass, and pushed in, gently but firmly, with a long, low growl of anticipation.
Waves of pleasure assaulted both men's bodies as Logan slid in, causing Kurt to tremble and cry out uncontrollably as the initial stretching pain died away to a wonderful, full pleasure. Once Logan had hilted himself inside his friend, he leaned down and marked Kurt with a possessive bite to the shoulder, pinching a nerve junction just right, to make the elf go limp with ecstasy.
"Ach, mein Gott, Logan..." Kurt was a quivering bundle of flesh and fur, soaked in sweat, his body burnign with the need for release. But helpless as he was, he could only lie there and take Logan's slow, inexorable penetration as he looked up into the ferally handsome face, grinning wickedly down at him as he started to thrust into his tailhole.
When the fucking actually started, Logan's body was sheened in sweat. Both men were panting with heat, with need, with mutual lust, their cocks drooling a steady stream of precome that mixed and pooled on Kurt's belly, and in his ass. Logan scooped some of the pre off Kurt's abs and held the fingers to his mouth. "Lick it up, Elf. Show me how much you're wantin' this."
Moaning in time with Logan's thrusts, Kurt reached up with his tongue and swiped Logan's fingers clean with a single pass, taking the fingers into his mouth and sucking for all he was worth, even as Logan's hips started to increase their tempo, practically tearing the Elf in two with pleasure as he moaned and cried out shamelessly, unafraid of who would hear. They were both animals now, reduced to their most primal needs and urges as they screwed each other wantonly.
Logan wasn't exactly silent, either. "Yeah, come on, Elf...Ya love it, ya want it, take it all! Feel my big hard cock ridin' up inta that sweet blue ass? Yeah, I know ya do. I'm gojn' faster now, can ya feel it? Yeah, I can tell, yer achin' ta get off...Go ahead, Kurt, grab yer cock...jerk it off, stroke it in time with me...Tell me how much ya love me fuckin' ya, how ya wanna be my Elf-bottom fer the rest o'yer life. Ahh, Kurt, I'm gettin' close...Ya want us ta cum t'gether? Come on, hen, Elf...I'm gettin' there...Cum NOW!"
With a roar torn from the very depths of his soul, Nightcrawler bucked his hips into the air, his fist clenched in a visegrip around his cock as he coated both himself and Logan with his creamy, white semen. It looked like they'd spilled milk all over themselves, with its thickness, creamy whiteness, and the sheer amount that Logan had fucked out of him.
Logan himself was cumming hard, too...His cock was spewing deep into Kurt's innards, keeping up a primal, jackhammer pace, until the last drops of semen were forced out of him and he slumped heavily over Kurt, panting and gasping for breath.
It took Kurt a long time to recover from that. He felt a warm hand on his face, and found himself opening his eyes to see Logan there, looking fine as ever, if a little worried. "You okay?"
Kurt managed a nod. "Ja...just needed a minute...to let my body catch up with me." He pointed to a nightstand. "My wallet is over zere...Help yourself to what you need. I'm sorry I made you do zis for money."
Logan waved a hand casually, still completely naked. "Don't worry about it, Elf. Fer you, I woulda done it fer free.
"Besides...ya got me thinkin'. Maybe this ain't such a bad way t'earn some dough on the side." He grinned at Kurt's shocked expression. "Come on, Elfie, think about it. My healin' factor keeps me from gettin' sick, an' keeps me comin' back fer more." He turned, and Kurt saw with a groan that he was already fully hard again. "I can take care o'myself, I ain't got no hangups about any kind of sex, an' ya gotta admit..." he gestured to his body, "Ain't that many callboys that look like me."
Kurt cocked his head. "I suppose there aren't, at that. Still, are you sure? Not all partners will excite you as much as..." He stopped short. "I'm sorry. Zat sounded a lot less arrogant in my head."
Logan leaned beside Kurt on the bed and kissed him. "Ya got good reason t'be arrogant, Elf. You were a helluva bottom. I ain't come that hard in a long time."
Rising back to his feet, he took ten dollars from Kurt's wallet and started for the door. "An' yeah, sure I'm sure. Who knows? This could be fun."
It wasn't until after Logan left that Kurt realized he'd left all of his clothing on the floor. Nightcrawler blinked once, twice, then started to laugh. "Wolverine...mein verruckt freund... I don't know if ze world is ready for you to be a male prostitute."
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