Fuxer

Fuxer 4 – Among Gods

Xander got to "rest" in his room for half an hour, which meant jerking off in the singlet. He only needed to shake the cup and his skinned back mega-dick got hard as fuck.

Rubbing his dick through the singlet fabric, Xander flexed at the bathroom mirror, legs spread wide as he sat on the chaise. Yeah, the bathroom was big and luxurious enough to have one of those.

Then it was time for a quick shower and a change of casual clothing – tank top, gym shorts, sneakers.

Just as Xander fixed his dried hair, Garth came back and called him to the A-lister lounge on the top floor. The rest of the flying bricks had returned from target practice.

Xander tried to look confident, swaggering into the minimalist, wood-toned saloon that overlooked the shallow ocean.

He instantly recognized Aqua Boi, leader of the Brotherhood. According to the wiki: 22 years old, a weight of 58kg/128lbs, Japanese origin.

The Asian super's face was sharp, with narrow eyes. His hair was brushed to the right, with the left side shaved. He had a ring in his left helix.

A long, flowing, white cape marked the twunk-y Captain Aqua as head of the team. He had the slender v-shape of a swimmer. His athletic limbs made Xander want to see more, so he used 4D vision to check out the perky little ass.

When the captain turned around, Xander saw a hairless crotch with a small dick and a fittingly tiny sack. Xander felt at ease knowing he was the bigger man – the much, much bigger man. Even if 4D shenanigans were involved.

Garth and Bert were already present, wearing comfy, civilian attire. A gray-haired staff member prepared snacks and drinks.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir," Xander said. "Huge fan."

Aqua shook Xander's beefy hand with his own, small one. "Don't be so formal," he said with the slightest accent. "You're going to be one of us in no time."

"Still an honor," Xander said as they moved toward the seating area. "I'll be happy to work under you, Captain Aqua." And you can work that little ass on my dick, he added in thought.

"I'm off duty. Call me Akio. You already met Bert and Garth?"

The four sat down and Garth started loudly slurping lemonade.

"Yeah, it's amazing to see everybody in real life after reading articles and watching videos for so long."

"Ah, you must be well informed then," Akio said. "But there's a member you haven't seen yet."

"Wiz Boi?" Xander asked and received a wide-eyed, approving nod.

The prevous recruitment had seen BOI announce a new flying brick member on their website. "Wiz" was called so because of his immense powers – seemingly magical ones. He could bend reality to his whims with a few minutes of focus. Most reality benders had sharp limitation, but Wiz Boi's confines weren't public yet.

"I'd like to meet the guy," Xander said, "if I'm going to steal his newbie status. There's little info on him."

Akio grinned. "I think he can't wait to meet you either."

Bert said, "I have a feeling you'll be best friends. Whoop, there he is."

Xander looked at the door and froze.

Wiz was a perfect muscle god.

The magic boy was a 190cm/6'3'' Korean with a broad face topped by an undercut. Other than Xander, Wiz had some fat on his muscles, which added up to, as Xander later learned, a full 92kg/203lbs of a muscle worshipper's dream.

Basketball shorts, stretched to the max, revealed diamond shaped calves that shook with every step. Even though Xander now had an incredible physique, he felt envious on behalf of his old self.

Best of all was Wiz' shirtless torso, still damp from the shower. He had comic book character proportions that easily rivaled Xander's, even surpassing him in sheer mass.

"Yo, I'm Will," Wiz Boi said as he dropped his divine body on a groaning sofa. "William to my enemies." He grinned and reached out.

"Xander," said the clothed mega-muscle teen to the shirtless one. "Pleased to finally meet you. I wasn't expecting that."

Will threw a peanut in the air and caught it in his mouth. "Yeah, I heard you can pull body mass from the 4th dimension or shit like that. Well, I'm a fucking wizard, so..." He flexed and Xander felt his own boner grow.

"It took me weeks," Will continued, "but I used my magic on myself until I had what I wanted. Glad to know I'm not the only meathead freak here, hehe."

Xander honestly laughed, partly because Will's personality put him at ease, partly because he was glad to have an `ally in muscle', and maybe a bit because he was nervous.

"Yeah," Xander said, "we could make a great team."

"Perfect," Garth said, dripping with sarcasm, and rolled his eyes. "Two of those oafs. I think Xander's even worse."

He looked at Will. "At least you didn't give yourself a murder anaconda."

"What?" Akio said, holding his chip into the salsa in frozen confusion.

Garth grinned. "Xander's you-know-what grows in proportion with his muscles. Don't ask me how. We all know that thing isn't muscle tissue."

Will shrugged, his grin lopsided. "Gonna be honest. First thing I did when I got powers was to see if I could make my dick bigger."

"Gentlemen," Akio warned. "Language."

"But there's a limit," Will said, "to what my girl can handle and I gotta make sure she gives me access to the pussy."

Xander had never considered if his monster would actually fit anyone's ass but he was too caught off guard by the mention of a girlfriend.

"Speaking of girls," Akio said. "I'll give mine a call. I promised her a date when I'm back."

As Will rose, Xander used his vision to check out the all-important dick, which looked notably above average but still reasonable, unlike his meat baseball bat. Will's crotch was hairless.

Then the hunk turned around and presented a disappointingly flat ass. With all the magic that had gone into building that body, Wiz Boi had neglected the buttocks. Sadly, a very straight guy, but Xander brushed that thought aside for now.

"Hey Xander," Garth said as all rose to part ways. "Come with us to the mainland? The HQ is close to Seaboard City. Bert and I are taking some sidekicks to a club. Maybe we can get you a bitch to bang. You'll wanna shrink down a little, though."

"Uh." Xander felt caught. "Actually, today was a lot to take in and... I haven't decided if I want my secret identity to be muscled down all the way or be a middle thing... or whatever."

"Oh, makes sense," Garth said, looking to be in thought. "Yeah, I can see how that's tricky. Rest up then. Next time?"

"Sure..."

Xander was the last to leave the lounge. He could already tell this was the beginning of many more heterosexual disappointments he'd have to endure and comments he'd have to dodge.

A staff member had brought dinner to Xander's room and afterward, the teen had roamed the HQ to figure out where everything was. It had gotten dark out.

As he slipped into bed, wearing only briefs, his mighty body illuminated by a clear starry night and his bed lamp, Xander heard the elevator arrive.

Using 4D vision, he watched Akio enter the apartment across his own. The captain had the biggest space, using half of it as an office.

Xander watched the 22 year old, Japanese twunk strip, quickly shower and slip into bed. Within a minute he was jerking off.

The muscle teen slowly handled massive rod, zooming in close to the leader's tense body. If only he could hear through walls, too.

Almost the second Akio was finished, Will arrived. He occupied the apartment to the left of Xander's. It was filled with posters of half or fully naked women, a lot of random clutter, gym equipment and enough clothes on the floor to fill two wardrobes.

Will meditated for ten boring minutes, then stretched and finally stripped. He sat in his chair and jerked off rapidly, one hand on his nipples. His dick grew to about a 7 incher/16.5cm and his balls jiggled at the brutally fast jerking.

Xander hardly even masturbated himself, too captured by the sight. It didn't last long. Will was a quick shooter.

Unlike Akio's neat tissue disposal, Will cummed all over himself. Was that a normal amount or had he used his "magic" to give himself more porn-worthy cumshots? Probably the latter, given the volume and how it flew higher than his face. The shot splashed down onto his abs and Will used a random shirt on the floor to clean himself, still breathing heavy.

While the giant muscle freak went to sleep, Xander picked up the pace on his own jerk off.

His power use was giving him a light headache. He had overdone it. But there had been a lot to see.

During much of the early day, the headquarters' gym served as hang out spot. Xander wasn't sure if he needed to train but if there was a chance he'd grow more, he wanted to take it.

Maybe there was also the fact BOI gym clothes consisted only of a knee-length, white tank top, so most boys didn't wear pants to the gym, only underwear, showing off their thighs anytime they sat down.

Ultimately though, he and Will spent most of the time goofing around, flexing and showing off – especially toward the sidekicks.

Will thought it was hilarious to slap and grab everyone's ass, which was a prank Xander gladly took part in. "Spanking the `kicks" Will called it.

Once Will pushed his flat ass out at the squat rack, Xander smacked it and ran, as if fearing retribution. It had become a little inside joke between them.

Xander stopped in his tracks when he came eye to eye with a blond muscle god. Wait... He turned to the mirror. The guy in front of him was an exact copy of himself.

A clone? Oh, right.

"You must be B1," Xander said.

His `clone' grinned and crossed his arms. "How did you figure that out so fast?"

Was that what his voice sounded like? So deep and jockish and... kinda douchy? He liked that.

"I mean, B1 is pretty famous," Xander said. "It was genius how you pretended to be the president and the assassin fell for it." It had been issue #309 of the hero chronicles, although an assassination attempt was obviously also one for the regular history books.

"Thanks, bro." The doppelgänger dissolved into a shorter, handsome white boy with a lightly muscled body and a broad neck. His hazel eyes were full of mischief. "Feels like a lifetime ago."

"Yeah, it must have been one of your first missions."

"Pretty much," B1 said. "I'm Henry by the way. 22, from Toronto. I've read your file already, Xander 4X."

"Wow, you've been here as long as Akio."

Henry thought for a second, probably remembering how long it had been. Xander used the moment to check out Henry's package. Nothing special but he had a Prince Albert ring. Hot.

"If he finds a successor and moves on to a big league team," Henry said, "I'll follow I guess. By the way, I don't usually make an illusion of someone without asking, but this is how we haze the newbie's here."

"Gotcha. No hard feelings. I know it's awesome being me. Hehe."

Henry smirked. "Wouldn't know. It's only a shell of light. Are you actually training or just showing off."

"Guess," Xander said, slipped his tank top down to his hips and flexed.

When it was time for lunch, most guys in the gym hit the gym showers instead of going back to their rooms. Xander joined them.

There was nothing to see he couldn't see whenever he wanted but it was the perfect opportunity to show off his monster dick.

Will and Garth were the only A-listers in the showers and they already knew what he was packing.

He sensed the `kicks practically freeze with shock and awe as he swaggered nude onto the tiles, dickhead exposed and glistening. The massive meat-sicle swung side to side, slapping his smooth, rippling thighs.

Oh yeah, he thought, take a good look and dream of me tonight.

The best part started when he was letting the water run over him with eyes closed. He could 4D-look through his own eyelids.

Half a dozen boys – including Garth and Will – stared with blank faces at his crotch, believing he was none the wiser. It was tough not to burst out laughing.

"So," Henry B1 said and cleared his throat. "Doesn't that thing tear pussies to shreds?"

Xander kept washing his hair with eyes `closed'. "Prob'ly. Haven't had this tool for long. I guess I'll muscle down a little for my secret identity."

"A little?"

Xander grinned and opened his eyes. "Yeah, not too much. Wouldn't want to shrink down to your level, hehe." He smacked Henry's ass and swaggered out of the showers. He couldn't let the others see that he was getting hard from excitement.

Over the next while Xander kept an eye on the `kicks in case they jerked off in a way that gave them away as homos but no such luck.

Henry-B1 liked pulling his balls, kneeling on the ground and choking himself a little when he jerked off, so he was probably into being dominated but he watched plenty of vanilla straight porn.

Adam-B8 and Buck-B9 spent all their time in the lab but rarely interacted outside of it. Both jerked off in their beds but Buck liked to rub one out in the lab on the rare occasions he was there alone. But looked at female superhero fake nudes.

Jed-B5 and DeShawn-B7 loved hanging out together but it seemed they both had non-exclusive girlfriends. Jed had a weird habit of humping his pillow, while DeShawn almost never jerked off without using a pussy-fleshlight.

Filipe-B6 was into amateur porn. Always straight, mostly Brazilian, sometimes violent.

Todd was practically addicted to lesbian porn although he didn't even jerk off every day.

So Xander knew everybody's deepest, darkest secrets. And felt pretty alone in his gayness. At least everyone respected him. He'd keep it that way. And he'd keep 4D looking at their inviting holes.

Chapter 5: The First Fight

(Yeah, it's been a superhero story without hero action for too long. Let's punch something.)