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Peter exhaled gleefully as he soaked up Wakanda’s blazing rays of sunlight. The beach he was sunbathing on was noticeably empty, with most of the country’s residents attending Queen Ramonda’s annual summer festival at her dazzling palace. The water rose and fell near the shore at high tide, gently sopping Peter’s feet along the way. Tropical trees were cluttered behind Peter, providing him with a comfortable amount of privacy in what was generally a very public and lively space. The powerful waves were the most welcoming white noise for Peter, which allowed his body and mind to simultaneously decompress for the first time in what felt like forever. Maybe a summer vacation at Wakanda was what was best for him after all.
Only couple months ago, after what locals were calling “The Blip,” Peter quite literally came back to life after five whole years (which is insane, because to him, it didn’t feel any longer than a couple of minutes). Fighting alongside the world’s mightiest heroes and eventually seeing his own mentor perish after saving the whole universe with the snap of his fingers left Peter feeling crestfallen as shit. He had missed so much time with his Aunt May and deep down felt like he had failed Mr. Stark. Colonel Rhodes had spoken with Princess Shuri about giving Peter a temporary place to stay for the summer to allow Peter to take his mind off things – Peter Parker and Spider-Man related.
Peter had trouble acclimating during the first week, not only with sleeping in a new (and very comfortable) bed, but adapting to a whole other culture as well. The people were friendly enough, and after coming to terms with his bisexuality, Peter thoroughly enjoyed watching men and women alike in as little clothing as possible in the summer heat. Peter found himself whipping out his fat cock every night to countless fantasies he found himself daydreaming about.
Peter looked up at the baby blue sky, not a cloud in sight. He picked up his head slightly and realized there wasn’t a person in sight either. A tinge of FOMO rose within Peter’s teenage brain. A part of him did want to experience the summer festival while he was a visitor, but yesterday had drained the life out him. He went for a ten-mile run and worked out on this very beach. He was shirtless while exercising, much like he is now. While he was out on his run, he couldn’t help but notice stolen glances and relentless catcalls from the locals. All of which didn’t help Peter feel any less horny. I mean, he was a super powered teenager for Christ’s sake. The wind would blow and he would pop the hardest boner known to man. If blood started to rush south while he was patrolling as Spider-Man, Peter would find the nearest secluded building, strip down his suit just above his thighs, spit some warm saliva in his hand and go to town.
Peter put his hands behind his head and smiled fondly as he remembered his X-rated exhibitionist nights in the city. Maybe he should have brought a towel with him to lie on, but the soft sand was really doing it for the web-slinger. He pulled his knees up and pushed his feet into the sand. Peter’s small swim trunks stretched around his thick thighs (thank you leg day) so much it looked like it was about to burst at the seems. A thin sheet of sweat started to form all around his body, covering his muscles and most notably Peter’s supple tits.
It was pretty much impossible to not pleasure himself sexually while in Wakanda. His own personal cottage, located in the main town just south of the palace, was home to a wide array of people his own age. Many of these aforementioned locals didn’t make any effort into suppressing their whorish moans and screams while participating in any sexual acts. Almost every night, Peter would feel the urge to grind his boner against his bed, usually pretending he was fucking a tight pussy or a hot guy’s throat. Even though his hormones were sent into overdrive once a radioactive spider bit him, Peter was still very much a virgin. He was a whore in theory, but never in practice. He honestly had no idea what to do with a girl or a guy, besides what he’s seen in porn. Ned said that online pornography is basically an accelerated sex-ed class, but Peter didn’t know how true that was.
A dirty, intrusive thought came to Peter’s mind in that moment. He smiled mischievously, knowing that he shouldn’t, knowing that it would be extremely inappropriate and he could potentially get caught at any moment. He shook his head.
“Fuck it,” Peter whispered to himself.
He unlaced his shorts, swiftly pulled them down his legs and tossed them to the side. The soft breeze and hot sun felt incredible on his now exposed web-shooter. He was pretty hairy down there, measuring at a 6.5 inch circumcised cock while fully erect, which Peter was very proud of. Even at the tender age of eighteen, our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man still had lots of growing to do; and he was hoping lots of that growth would go straight to his schlong.
Peter tugged on his soft meat with his right hand, quickly allowing the pleasure to permeate throughout his entire body. He’d been using a new coconut oil lotion since he’d got to Wakanda, so the glide across his prick, even without any proper slick, felt incredible.
In no time, Peter was at full mast, with his pale member pointing proudly toward the sky. Without a second thought, the teen spit into his hand, coating it with enough slick to bring him to orgasm. He lathered his dick and grabbed his web shooter in a repeated motion, the lewd sounds of Peter fucking his hand filling up the entire beach. Peter moaned as he entered a state of complete bliss. He brought his other hand up to massage his abs and hard pecs. He flicked his left nipple and let out a wanton moan.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Peter whimpered. He quickened the pace on his thick piece, bringing his left hand down to massage his hairy nuts.
Flashes of his comrades entered and exited his mind at a breakneck pace. Steve Rogers’ famous booty jiggling in his patriotic suit, Clint’s strong, muscular arms pulling his bow back and Bruce’s hairy chest and overall naked body (which he’d become quite accustomed to seeing after he reverted back to his human form). What brought Peter to the edge of climax were images of Thor walking out of the communal shower at Avengers compound last year. With just a small towel barely covering his dirty bits, the god walked right into the kitchen where Peter was eating and sparked up a conversation.
Thor’s rippling muscles combined with the water that was trickling down his body was enough to make Peter spill a crap ton of precum in his underwear. Looking back on it, Thor was probably Peter’s bisexual awakening. And he was about to help the teen to yet another orgasm.
While closing his eyes, imagining Thor in the dirtiest possible porno scene he could imagine, Peter spilled his thick creamy seed onto his stomach and hand. His chest heaved in exasperation as waves of dopamine were released into his body. Peter let go of his softening cock and laid his head on the sand. After a minute, the sounds of the sea lulled Peter into a much-needed rest.
*****
Peter awakened to the searing sun burning his vision. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and quickly sat up, looking for his phone. Turns out, only fifteen minutes had passed, but that nap completely revitalized Peter’s energy levels. Perks of being enhanced, huh.
Peter took a look at his surroundings – still not a soul in sight. He looked towards the ocean and knit his eyebrows, with yet another dirty idea forming in his mind.
He smiled and stood up as he put his hands on his hips.
“YOLO, right?” Peter said right before he ran into the water and dived into the crashing waves.
The water was so refreshing. Peter swam under for sixty seconds before coming up for air. His brown curls flopped to the front of his face, obstructing his vision for a brief moment. When he wiped the hair off his face, he noticed the waves weren’t as intense as before. There was a foreign aura of calmness inundating the ocean. Peter welcomed the change of pace and swam several laps to and from his diving point entry until he floated back near the shore. He could feel the sand underneath his feet and from the waist down was still submerged underwater.
Everyone must’ve been having fun at the festival, Peter thought. Maybe he could join everyone later in the night. He’d heard animals and amusement park rides were transported over from the States, including a tilt-a-whirl. Peter loved the tilt-a-whirl.
“Hello?” a voice spoke behind him.
Peter jumped and turned around rapidly toward the voice. Who was standing a couple of feet in front of him surprised him. A half naked man not much taller than him stood in the water. Peter could see his tight green swim trunks underneath the clear, blue water, which as far as Peter could tell left little to the imagination. Water droplets gently cascaded down his brown, muscular skin. He wore a jade nose ring and earrings, which kind of resembled some of Wakanda’s jewelry. An intricate, expensive looking chest piece hung on his shoulders while multiple necklaces decorated his strong neck. Golden strips of armor covered his arms and forearms. The man’s raven black hair was pushed out of his face enough for Peter to stare into his piercing brown eyes. If Peter looked too long, he feared this stranger might see into his very soul. He also had a goatee that looked similar to Mr. Stark's. Sadness washed over Peter as he briefly remembered his old mentor, but he quickly shook the thought out of his head and asked the stranger who he was.
“Um, h-hi,” Peter stammered, “Who are you?”
The stranger titled his head and quickly raked over Peter’s body up and down before meeting his eyes again. Peter slyly tried to cover his dick with his hands without making it seem too obvious.
“My name is K’uk’ulkan,” Peter raised his eyebrows at the foreign sounding name, “but you can call me Namor.”
Namor spoke with a thick Spanish accent. Peter’s legs felt like jelly, seeing a man that looked like a fucking god right in front of him was enough to get his heart pumping… along with another appendage. The web-slinger could feel his member hardening as he stood waist deep in salt water. Pretty soon, he’d be fully erect and embarrassed half to death in front of Namor. God, he was such a virgin.
“Oh, well hi! Nice to meet you, I guess. So, um, what brings you to Wakanda?”
Namor hesitated for a moment and licked his luscious lips, “Let’s say, diplomatic inquiries.”
“Oh, cool,” Peter gulped, starting to speak too fast, as he usually did when he was nervous, “So do you have anyone in particular you’re gonna meet up with? I know Princess Shuri and some of the Dora Milaje if you need someone to escort you to the mainland.”
“That’s kind of you to offer, but I’m in no need of any guide,” Namor examined the empty beach and gently cracked his neck to the side, “however, I did travel far and wide to arrive here. I think I might just want to take some time to…unwind before I make way for the palace.”
Just then, Namor walked a bit closer to the shore, just enough for the water to pool around his knees. He looked at Peter straight in the eyes as he slowly peeled off his shorts (which were small enough to be boxer briefs really) down his legs. He flung the only article of clothing he had on near Peter’s trunks. Then, piece by piece, started to remove his armor and jewelry from his thick and delectable body, only leaving his ear and nose piercings in.
Peter tried hard to not look down, but how could he not when Namor exposed himself so confidently like this? Dark public hair covered his cock and balls. His dick looked about 5 inches soft and his large testicles hung between his legs like one of those huge pendulums Peter saw inside grandfather clocks. Not only that, but his ass and pecs were meaty as fuck too. Peter’s jawed dropped a little when he noticed harsh tan lines where his underwear covered his private parts. The lack of color around his fat ass was enough to make Peter drool. His heavy flaccid penis slapped the side of both of his legs as entered the water again, this time, closer to Peter. Yeah, Spidey was definitely hard as a rock now, and Namor had absolutely zero shame in approaching a skinny dipping teenager also butt ass naked.
Namor floated into the water. “You don’t mind do you? Since you’ve already made yourself quite…comfortable.”
Peter’s mind was a jumbled mess. Not only was he caught skinny dipping by a complete stranger, but by a complete stranger snatched straight out of one of his lewdest wet dreams.
“Uh, nonono not at all. I mean, it’s a beach, it’s open to everyone right?” Peter grinned and followed Namor’s lead into the water.
Namor smiled gently, “Good, what is your name?”
“Peter, Peter Parker.”
“You aren’t from around here are you?
“No actually, I’m from Queens, in-in New York, over in America. Born and raised actually. Just graduated from Midtown High with honors. Not too sure what I’m gonna do moving forward but my aunt thinks I should-” Peter cut himself off, realizing he was rambling.
“Hmph, well it’s a good thing you’re here in Wakanda,” Namor said, “I would’ve hated to have missed the opportunity to speak with such a handsome young man like yourself.”
Peter blushed like a little schoolgirl. Was he flirting? No, he couldn’t have. MJ always teased him about being delulu when it came to that kind of stuff. Compliments don’t always mean people wanna fuck you (even if you really want said person to fuck your brains out).
“And what brings you to Wakanda, Peter?”
“On vacation actually. I had a stressful year, so I’ll be here for a couple of months to relax, meet new people, learn about the culture, ya know.”
Namor slicked his hair back with his hand. In doing so, Peter got an eye full of his round bicep and hairy armpit. “What was so stressful about this year young one?”
“Uhh,” Peter thought for a couple seconds, “well I kinda disappeared from the face of the Earth along with half of the universe, so that kinda sucked. And…”
Namor looked at him with great focus, listening acutely to every word he was saying.
“I lost someone I cared about,” Peter said, “a lot.”
“I’m sorry to hear about that Peter. It’s always difficult losing someone you love,” Namor said.
“Yeah, just…ready to move forward. Try new things, ya know?”
Namor moved closer to the boy and walked on the sand. He rose to a point where the water pooled around his knees. “Do you know what is the best and quickest way to relive stress?” Namor’s thick cock was literally right in front of Peter’s face. His dark prick looked harder than vibranium and seemed ready to hammer away at the nearest hole. Peter held back a whimper. Namor looked down at him, waiting for an answer from the superhero turned nudist.
Peter laughed nervously, “Um, exercising usually helps me out.”
“Yes,” Namor smiled, “You and I could do a lot of exercising together.”