The Sex Lives of Heroes - Peter's Shower Hook-Up (Patreon)

It was quiet within the Avengers Compound on that particular Sunday morning, for barely any of the team or the compound's staff were about in the main building. Peter Parker, also known as Spiderman, was just waking up late after a long previous day that had been full of training, threat assessment meetings and an evening socialising with the other members of the team. It had been into the early hours of the morning by the time he had crawled into bed and now the young man was in a bit of a half-awake daze as he staggered out of his bedroom, clutching a gym bag underneath the crook of his arm.

Although it was technically the "day of rest" Peter still wanted to get a brief session of exercise in at the Compound's gym before he took it easy for the reminder of the day. Although he didn't want to be slaking on his commitments there was no point overdoing it on his day off, not when he had college all throughout the coming week, he reminded himself with a bit of a wince.

So, despite the urging of part of his mind to return to bed and crawl back under the covers, he was up and sticking to his routine As the mousy haired, slender young man quietly padded down the corridors towards the gym he drank a strong cup of coffee to rouse him from his sleep-addled funk. It was almost eerily silent in compound as he walked towards the south side of the building; no one has gotten up as of yet it seemed. He took care then not to make any more noise than he had to. From outside fell a gentle light through the windows, showing it was going to be quite a mild day outside.

Similarly to the rest of the compound the gym was quiet and devoid of anyone else. Thankfully there was strong soundproof installation within the walls to prevent any loud noises from spilling out to the rest of the building, so Peter didn't have to worry about disturbing anyone in here as he turned on some workout music to get him going.

After a session of jogging on a treadmill and using a stair climber for several flights of steps Peter was feeling a lot more awake. He had just stepped off the latter machine and was doing some calf stretches when there was a ping on his communicator. Picking up the band he saw a plain text message was waiting for him. Most curiously the message had been sent on the anonymous setting, so the identity of the sender was masked.

Hey Peter, seen you are in the gym. I was thinking about how nice it was chatting to you last night and thought we could explore things a bit further. Fancy having some low-key fun this morning? Meet me in the men's changing room showers, cubicle at the end in ten minutes if you're interested.

Signed, ?

The sight of this intriguing message and it’s tantalising offer sent an instant thrill down Peter's spine. Fuck…who could it be? Only the members of the Avengers had this communicator band (it had been custom made for them by Mr. Stark) so it could have only come from one of them. There was so many other members of the team on site at the moment however and he had spoken to a whole load of them during the social the previous evening. It left him with no idea just who this mysterious sender could be then and the very notion of it definitely felt a bit naughty. Sending a response that he would be there, Peter gathered his belongings and headed towards the changing room to deposit them in a locker.

Once inside he hurriedly stripped out of his sweaty gym clothes and piled them into a spare locker, barely keeping his growing excitement in check.

The men’s' shower room for the gym was small, with about six stalls in total. It wasn't as though there was a large number of people that used the facility after all. At the moment the cool-grey doors of each stall were wide open, indicating no one else was there in the showers. Naked except for a towel around the waist Peter headed towards the last cubicle as he had been directed to go to. Stepping inside, he left the door open just a crack, enough to be seen and to allow his anonymous admirer to enter.

While he waited Peter decided to get cleaned up from all the sweat of the workout. Stepping underneath the hot water pouring down from the shower head he felt it cascade over his body, it's warmth flowing across and sinking into his skin. As he leathered himself up with soap and washed all the different parts and nooks of his form Peter's mind started to wander and think about the rendezvous ahead, wondering just who was going to come through that door. Cap? Sam? Clint? Mr Stark? The possibilities of who it could be and what they could do together...it made the young man shiver with anticipation. The way he was touching himself started to change as his vivid imagination took hold, moving towards being in a more sensual and intimate manner as his hands slide here and there, at times lingering as sensations rose in their wake.

Reaching down Peter began fingering his asshole, trembling a little bit at the familiar feeling as he worked his middle finger around the tender rim and then inside. Brushing the inner walls of his bum, the digit probed around and stirred them up. As the grip of his hole relaxed he was able to push in his index finger as well, the two of them adding a delightful bit of extra pressure to the rim. This only increased as a third finger was added, which was now nicely stuffed and stretched out the tight pucker. Peter leaned against the soft teal tiles of the shower room wall as he started to furious masturbate his anus, plunging the fingers in and out rapidly as the tightness down there lessened and he could go in even deeper.

Suddenly the stall door swung partial open and there was a soft chuckle behind Peter as someone slipped into the cubicle with him. 'Well well, that's quite a welcoming sight to come in for', whispered a familiar voice, although Peter couldn't quite place who it was.

'No no...don't turn around' the speaker said quickly as Peter started to look over his shoulder to see who had joined him. His secret admirer stepped in closer, so much that Peter could feel the pleasant warmth of his breath cascading over the back of his neck. 'Why don't we pretend I'm a stranger that's just come across you playing with yourself?' he asked softly, low and smooth.

'Isn't there something hot about the idea of someone you don't know doing things to you, having you at their mercy?' Reaching down the admirer run his fingers down along the curve of Peter's spine, going lower until he came to Peter's hand, which was still buried inside of his ass, and gently caressed the top of it, a motion that caused the boy to tremble at the contact.

'Yes, there is...sir' Peter replied underneath his breath, just loud enough for the two for them to hear it. Although he tried not to think of who it might be his mind was turning over in the possibilities and coming up with a few good prime candidates.

'Good boy' the words was purred right into his ear, as though they came from a large, powerful beast. A strong grip enclosed Peter's wrist and firmly yet with gentleness removed his fingers from where they had been inserted. Without pause the admirer pushed in his own digits to replace them. A gasp couldn't help but escape the boy's lips as the sensation of a stranger's hand moving so freely inside of his ass, feeling their own way around the sensitive inner walls.

With his free hand the admirer turned off the shower tap, suddenly plunging into a quieter atmosphere where it was only the heavy breathing and the occasional drips were the only sounds that could be heard. Although Peter was sorely tempted to glance at the hand as it moved past his head, to get a clue who it might be, he resisted. It would only spoil the fun after all if he did so.

'Mmm, you are already so loose down there. Want me to go straight to giving it to you?' the admirer asked, taking time to thrust his fingers slowly in and out, letting the boy's ass get use to the motion. The slippery way they slid here and there brought new shivers with every movement.

Peter didn't trust himself to speak, for he could sense that he won't be able to control the kinds of noises he'd make if he opened his mouth at that moment. All he could do was to nod frantically in agreement, senses keyed to what was about to happen, heart now pounding rapidly in excitement.

The admirer chuckled at Peter's eager reply and gently removed his hand, leaving the boy suddenly feeling empty and at the same time eager for more. There was the pop of a cap being opened and then after a moment a cool sensation spreading over his hole as a large amount of lube was applied. With an experienced touch he worked the lube into the boy's hole, taking care to spread the liquid all the way around inside. The slipperiness of the lotion allowed the admirer to now rapidly finger the boy with ease, stimulating him like crazy. It was starting to drive Peter a bit too wild when suddenly the motions stopped, leaving him to feel just his ass throbbed and tingled in the aftermath.

'Can't have you getting too excited just yet...' the admirer teased, so familiar Peter almost felt like he could put a name upon who it belonged to...

'Don't tease me like that' Peter was close to begging now 'Please just get on and give it to me!'

'Yes sir' the reply was smooth but had an undercurrent of amusement to it. Without another word the admirer's hands seized hold of Peter's hips and pull his rear in close, causing the boy to bend slightly at the same time. There was the crackle as a wrapper was opened and a few moment's silence as the admirer rolled out a condom over his cock. The anticipation was almost too much to bear but then, he felt it; something hard and rigid pressing against the relaxed entrance to his rear. It slowly slide right inside, the lube allowing it's access to be smooth and frictionless. That didn't lessen though the intensity of the sensation of being impaled on a thick manhood or the way it spread the inner muscles to make room for its girth.

Peter didn't hold back as he felt that hardness piercing his backside, groaning aloud as it worked its way in deeper. It opened up his ass and claimed the space for itself and that was something he couldn't not react to. Thankfully he knew how to accommodate a man's dick during a fuck and he focused on pushing back down onto the member, allowing his ass to accept the penetration.

'Hold there for a moment' his admirer whispered, having gotten most of the way in. They stayed as they were locked together, Peter mounted from behind by an unknown admirer who had the boy bent over and ready to take the pounding that was in store for him. There was the sound of a deep, calming breath being inhaled and then the slight yet discernible feeling as the man behind drew back his cock a bit and then gently pushed it right back in. Taking his time he gradually plowed his cock in further to deeper reaches of Peter's ass. It rubbed its way into places where fingers couldn't reach, poking at corners that made Peter tremble to feel probed. His secret admirer continued to do this until he felt that the tightness clasping around his shaft had eased up. It was then he really started to go at it pumping in and out of that firm, muscular pair of cheeks.

Closing his eyes Peter lost himself into the wild, primal sensation of being fucked. There was something about getting banged that just made him so submissive. Completely letting go he just focused on how each thrust struck right up into his body, each impact having enough force to make his whole body shake. The 'smack smack smack' noises as the stranger's hips slapped against Peter's bum cheeks echo throughout the whole shower room, mingling with their loud moaning and gasps of pleasure.

Their session didn't last for too long, for Peter's secret admirer was clearly quite turned on by the whole situation and couldn't hold himself back. Faster and harder he pounded into the boy's ass and the grunting became so loud that it eclipsed the smacking. Those primal sounds turned into a loud growl as the rutting got rougher, more forceful, until he went over the edge and came explosively. Peter felt the rigid cock in his ass spasming, twitching and shaking, sensations which made him shiver in delight, especially knowing that at the moment what was shooting inside his body.

For a long minute they remained locked together as the cooldown came, both men exhausted by their frantic bout of rutting. The admirer was leaning against Peter's back, so closely that the rapid beating of his heart could be felt by the boy on his back. After getting his breath under control the admirer stood back up and gradually pulled his dick out of Peter's rear. It came out of the now sore ass with a final tug, leaving Peter suddenly feeling so strange not to feel stuffed. There was a moment's pause and then Peter felt a warmth trickling down his crack, dripping down between the folds of the cheeks and right over the used hole nestled within. It caused him to murmur in pleasure as the admirer reached down and slowly smeared the cum he had released from the condom right inside of Peter's ass with a couple of fingers, rubbing it all over the inner walls with a swirling motion.

'Glad you like it as much as I did' the words had a noticeable verbal smirk, a tone of satisfaction. 'Thanks for letting me meet you in here Peter. I'll be seeing you around...later.'

With that, he was gone, slipping out of the cubicle and the shower room as though he had never been there. That left the boy by himself, leaning against the tiled wall to recover from the pounding he had received, a sticky mess over all his backside. Rallying what strength he had left Peter stood back up and turned on the shower once more, allowing the hot water to wash over him as he started to clean himself up the sweat and stains of the intense session.

Sometime later, as the Avengers gathered for a late Sunday evening meal, Peter couldn't help but look around the gathered men at the table and wonder just who it was that had visited him within the shower room mere hours ago. It could be any of them, for he hadn't quite figured out who the secret admirer had been...and he wasn't sure he wanted to; there was something enticing about the mystery of it all, an unknown that was arousing in its own way.

As he thought about that session, and just how raw and intense it had been, he shifted on his still sore bum and thought about how nice it had been to be fucked like that...such musing set off a stirring, rousing a hunger that had nothing to do with his stomach or eating. Glancing down at the phone in his hand he looked at the message he had received earlier, it's words clear and stark. Perhaps, in a bit, he might end up sending a new message to that anonymous sender Peter mused, holding back a grin from his face. He couldn't help but wonder where they'd end up doing it this time...