RoyX sighed. He took another deep breath.
He did not like this. He did not like being turned into a white boy even if it was a white boy almost as incredibly athletic as he was. And he did not like everyone realizing that he'd had a night of wild sex with . . a guy, with Speedy.
He faced the blond girl turned ginger boy temporarily identical to him as openly as he could. "Yes. I . . . I don't understand how it ever happened but . . . "
"You?!" RoyArrowette, physically the redheaded archer but mentally herself, dissolved into giggles. "You and Speedy?!"
"Honest to god, I'm not just saying this out of insecurity or defensively or something but I never looked at guys, before or since. I'm surrounded by complete pretty boys in tights all day long-"
"Other complete pretty boys in tights," corrected RoyArrowette with a smirk.
" oth- . . . fine, whatever . . but I never cared. Until that one night with him I . . . h-he . . . we! And I liked it. I . . . !"
"Tell me about it."
RoyX sighed and shrugged. It might be a relief to talk about it. "It was the night of the first big get together here at the Tower . . . "
He spoke softly and occasionally haltingly describing events that he still could not quite believe and which were decidedly X rated. It was the night of the first big Titans get together at the Tower. Xavier Li had been dancing with the Jump City Ballet for several months now. Of course, the ballet company had no idea that their rising star from Singapore was also Red X.
Somehow, Robin forgot to send him an invitation to the big Titans shindig. But starting late Friday night, after he'd seen two figures fly onto the roof of the Tower and a jet of some sort land on the roof he started to suspect something. From his apartment he could see Titans Tower in the bay and the next morning he saw two more figures fly onto the Tower roof and then another jet. A short while later, for five minutes, from a half mile away across the bay, he could hear the Tower sound system being tested and Kanye West's Touch the Sky blasted loud enough for half of Jump City to dance to it. His head swiveled around from where he sat on his couch and he jumped up and went to the open window. Then it hit him.
A party! They're having a party!
That's what all the heroes are showing up for! He got out one of his sets of binoculars and scanned the Tower. The music abruptly shut off after that one song but just moments later he saw two more figures fly onto the roof. The boy was in light blue with a short white cape. The girl wore red, with a skirt and a short white cape. Captain Marvel Junior and Mary Marvel. A few minutes later he saw Argent fly onto the Tower.
She was cute. He mused about her for a few moments and then realized that if all the Titans and sort of Titans were there then there would be 10 or 15 fantastically attractive girls there. He had been angling to start something up with Natasha Suvarov, the star ballerina at the Jump City Ballet. But he had only given her a kiss on the cheek after their performance of Romeo and Juliet the previous night. She'd gone off with some Russian friends after the performance and neither was dancing tonight but she was hosting her Russian friends that weekend. Without another thought he put on his Red X suit. He closed the window and switched to stealth mode and walked invisibly out of his apartment.
He had enough teleporting nodes around Jump City now that he could have teleported his way to the Tower but teleporting was a big drain on the suit's xenothium plasma power source and, well, he wasn't exactly sure how all the Titans would react to his crashing their party so he wanted to have the suit in full, powered up condition.
He jogged briskly through the streets of Jump City to where the pier was that had the launch that went out to Titans Tower's island. On the way he pondered which Titan girl he would most want to get together with after the party. Argent? Mmm, no. Maybe Wonder Girl? What about Jinx? What happy indecision!
Just as he got there, Wonder Girl, Batgirl and Red Star were walking onto the pier from the other direction. A minute later, the launch came shooting back to the City side of the bay from the Tower with Bumble Bee at the controls. Still in invisible stealth mode, X carefully stepped on board at the same time as the others so that any sound from his footsteps wasn't noticed. He took one of the 12 seats on the launch apart from the others. It was a short ride. The damn thing had some serious power, getting up to cigarette boat speed in nothing flat. He worried that they'd see the outline of his body if some spray washed over the side of the launch but the water was very calm and they weren't paying attention to anything but each other, talking the whole ride over to the island.
X listened closely to the chitchat among them. It was a party. It seemed the whole thing was a joint birthday party for Kid Flash and celebration of his being made a full Titans member. Hmmph. Okay. X kind of liked the Flashes. They had a sort of nerdy vibe to them but he was a bit of a nerd himself so he was cool with it.
When they reached the island, everyone got off and went up to the base of the giant T shaped building. X slid in the door after the last of them but waited for them all to go up in the elevator and then started up the stairs. He remembered the Tower's layout from his one previous visit when he had . . liberated the Red X suit from the little bat's room. On the 13th floor were the individual quarters. The 14th floor had the kitchen and great room. Above that was the roof.
X ran up to the 14th floor and peeked out from the stairway door. No one was watching. He took a deep breath and turned off the suit's stealth function. He made his way onto the black marble floored hallway. Within a couple strides he switched from a near tip toe furtive walk to his usual smooth stride, the confident stride of a guy who was perfectly in his element at a party and perfectly in his element chatting up super powerful girls. They were also beautiful girls. X was more and more confident that he'd be bedding down with one of them that night.
X didn't brag about the girls he'd been with. He didn't talk about it. But it was part of who he was. He knew that he'd made all the girls and women he'd been with feel wonderful. He didn't lack for confidence which was good because this was a crowd where confidence wasn't lacking.
And despite his preconception that they would all be sort of stiff and unable to dance or have a good time, the place had a rocking vibe from the moment that Kid Flash blew out his birthday candles. X danced with some of the out of town Titan girls who didn't know that Robin considered him to be a villain. And he intermittently went into invisible mode then went visible for just a second while in Robin's view. The little bat was going nuts. X loved it.
Toward the end of the night, he went off to a room by the side of the kitchen and talked with Wonder Girl and Argent. He liked the kiwi too but he was just about to try to close the deal with the amazon when the little bat approached from one side. Damn!
"Scuse me a minute," he told Wonder Girl then went invisible and moved off toward the kitchen. He waited for Robin to go away from the two hot girls but the little bat talked and talked to them. One minute became two became five became ten. X groaned in frustration and moved further away, across to the counter that separated the kitchen from the great room. He glanced back once more.
Dammit! The little bat was still gabbing. Still! X sighed and pondered his next move.
Well . . . he had overheard Wonder Girl tell Argent that she had room 1310. So . . . he could just go down to 1310 and wait for her. He shrugged. Why not?
But first, there was that intriguing bottle right there on the counter. He'd noticed it when he first came in. It was as high as a normal bottle of wine but pyramid shaped so it had a much wider base and held much more wine. The bottle was clear, showing the bright purple wine inside. Just as he leaned closer to it from the great room side where he stood, to inspect it, Starfire and Batgirl approached from the other side. X spent a moment leaning over the counter to admire all of the gray clad crime fighter's figure in that skin tight suit. Mmm mmm mmm! How did the little bat not go for her?!
X watched as Starfire pulled the cork out of the pyramid shaped bottle and poured just a little wine into two glasses. She and Batgirl both drank down the contents of their glasses in a second each. Starfire talked about how fewer than 30 earthlings had ever had Tamaranean wine. Then she and Batgirl faded over to where Kid Flash and Jinx were. To X's surprise, the speedster and the sorceress were a serious couple. And on reflection, this seemed like a good thing to X. It showed that a boy and a girl supposedly on the opposite side of things could go out together. He made a note to mention this to Wonder Girl if need be, if that uptight little bat had warned her against being with him.
But, first, he wanted to be one of the 30 earthlings who had had some of this wine. He pulled back the skull mask and pulled the cork out of the pyramid shaped bottle. He raised it to his lips and then threw his head back and took two huge gulps.
Glug . . . glug!
Ahhhhhh.
He coughed as he returned the bottle to the counter and stuck the cork back in. He blinked several times. He gave a snort like a bull. The stuff was strong! It nearly burned his throat.
Damn!
Starfire and Batgirl had made it seem like it was nothing. He coughed again and flipped his mask down. Damn. That was much stronger than he thought it'd be from their reactions. They made it seem like some wussy sipping wine when it was more like grape flavored vodka. Damn.
He made his way toward the hallway feeling a bit flush for a moment, the way you sometimes did from a slug of hard alcohol. He rubbed his buns with both gloved hands and took a deep breath. Hmmph. He didn't feel drunk at all, not lightheaded or off balance or as though he'd slur his speech. He just felt a little . . . off in some hard to pinpoint way.
He made his way down the black marble hallway in stealth mode still feeling . . odd. There wasn't anything wrong but he suddenly had a heightened awareness of his uniform against his skin. Hmmph. He shrugged at this and continued walking. Then, with the usual -ding- the elevator door opened right in front of him and Raven emerged from it with her hood down.
X did a double take as she passed him.
Damn!
She looked hot. X turned and followed her with his eyes. Had she been on some kind of crazy fitness kick? Her waist looked so small underneath those breasts. That ass! He imagined helping her out of that uniform and fondling those breasts, of squeezing that ass and then kissing her as he drove for the score. He stood there watching her sashay down the hall to the great room with his skull mask intermittently feeling tight. He realized that his nostrils were flaring and he was snorting like a bull.
Whoa. That was . . weird. He'd always thought she was cute but he hadn't felt like he might burst out of his dance belt just looking at her. Jinx had always seemed like the cutest of the gray skinned sorceresses with Argent second. He sighed.
A moment later, she was out of sight and the elevator doors closed in front of him. He shrugged and kept going toward the stairs. Just then, Captain Marvel Junior emerged from the stairway grinning about something. He jogged by invisible X who had to reach for the wall to steady himself.
That boy was so good looking, so off the charts impossibly hot X couldn't believe it. A guy that good looking, that impossibly hot . . . well, you couldn't help but imagine what a boy like that looked like naked, how soft his perfect skin must be. Damn! The tight round buns on that boy, those shoulders, those abs and that face! Those doe eyes and that silky, wavy hair. X's nostrils flared beneath his mask. This boy had walked out of Maxfield Parrish painting or something. He just wanted to feel the boy's bare skin under his fingertips, to take him from behind and-
X caught himself slightly flexing his hips in an imitation thrust. He straightened up like an electric shock had gone through him.
Da fuck?!
He shook his head. Fine. Fine. Okay. The dude's hot, super hot even. Impossibly hot. But still. Where did that come from?! He glanced back at him once more. That cape really was too short. His terrific buns showed. Damn.
X shrugged and went to the stairwell. He went down one floor and then out onto the black marble floor of the 13th floor hallway. He'd forgotten the numbering of the rooms, which side the numbers started on, but saw that he had come out at 1301. He went along down the hallway, still in stealth mode till he got to 1310. He was just pondering whether he should try to get in when, too fast for him to react because the boy was moving faster than the speed of sound, he heard the door to the stairwell open and seemingly at the same time, he turned, saw a blur of red and yellow and, BAM!, was smashed into by a sprinting Kid Flash.
He had a split second more of consciousness and then he fell to the floor, looking up at the also staggering speedster and thinking to himself, "Stupid pretty boy!"
There was a gap.
The next thing of which he had any recollection was like that time in Amsterdam in the canal. The sound of the voices was the same, muffled just like a couple feet of water did. X had gotten a tip from his friend Park that one of the Rothschild banking family had a place in Amsterdam where he had squirreled away some seriously valuable paintings, most of them stolen and like $25 million valuable. X went to Holland on a vacation and with the help of a little file folder supplied by Park, had liberated two Vermeers and a Turner from the scumbag banker's mansion in the city. It hadn't gone completely as planned, though, as he'd tripped an alarm on the way out and within a minute the streets of that high end neighborhood of Amsterdam were crawling with black clad goons dressed like a giant SWAT team but who were actually part of the Rothschilds' private security army. These weren't Dutch police. They were private. X could have just run from them, gone across roof tops and used stealth mode but these guys were chock full of gadgets. They might have guns with heat detecting scopes and all that. On a hunch, X decided to just wait them out. He had the paintings in a waterproof cylinder slung over his shoulder while he relaxed two feet below the surface in one of the canals right nearby the mansion. The suit had a scuba breathing capability in the mask. He could have stayed there for hours if he'd wanted.
He could hear the security guys talking as he lay there under water though the words were sometimes a bit muffled. That's what this was like. He was slightly conscious and he could hear voices talking above him though he couldn't move or react. He could also feel. Right now he felt . . naked. He was on a soft surface, maybe laying across a bed. He was naked listening to two voices.
"Did you have to take off his dance belt, too?"
"You heard what happened a week ago when Jump City Police thought they had taken all his gadgets away from Gizmo but hadn't? Bing-bang wall gone jailbreak."
"How'd you get his suit off anyway?"
"It was easy."
"Of course. How could I have doubted you. You've always been able to get the clothes off any boy."
X felt a hand running idly up and down his leg then go up his thigh and rub one of his buns.
"What a pair! Like Robin's."
"That's disrespectful!"
"What? I'm saying he's got a great pair. He does."
"But he's our leader. You shouldn't talk about him like that."
"I was complimenting him! Besides, it's not like you didn't notice, too."
"He is . . strikingly handsome, that small waist and those abs! Those cheekbones."
"See, you think he's a smoking hot boy, too. And look at that dong!"
"Well! I'm not as crass as you about it. Now what are you -? Oh no, you're not . . taking off all your-!? What's your justification for removing your uniform? Seriously? Oh, you're incorrigible! Well, I'm not going to stick around for this."
X felt hands on him, on his legs and his torso. His legs were being stretched out. He felt his head being gently raised. And just then he felt like he was waking, like he was coming out of it like when he burst to the surfaced of that canal in Amsterdam.
With a rush, X woke, eyes wide open now and not feeling tired or week or hurt but surging back to normal. And in a split second he saw that he was naked on a bed in one of the spare rooms in the Tower, positioned in a full split, his legs out all the way to each side and also naked and also in a full split facing him from just an inch away was Speedy, the red haired archer hero only without his mask.
He was naked right next to another naked boy! This other boy was white. This other boy was white white white. So much pale skin. God.
For a moment, X looked into the striking light green eyes of the smiling boy, with his mouth open, uncertain what to do or say. Okay, the red hair was attractive. And the boy was slender and ripped like him. Fine, he was good looking. The next moment, the ginger's mouth was on his and his tongue was on top of X's. He felt an urge to push him off but suddenly realized that he couldn't, anyway, because his fingers were interlaced with the archer's and the archer was directing their hands back behind him so that their hands were rubbing the tight, round contours of X's buns over and over.
Mmmf! Mmmf!
Then, X watched the gorgeous redhead pull back for a second. From an inch away, X could see the pupils of his amazing light green eyes rapidly dilate and the teen archer let out a snort like a bull. Quickly he pressed his lips back onto X's, pressed them harder. And he made their hands squeeze X's buns.
Mmmf!
X sort of resisted, not completely but partially, for a few seconds anyway. But not much because the truth was that this felt good.
X's mind whirled but the currents kept changing. At first he was startled that he was naked and with a boy! A boy! But quickly his thoughts were all about that boy. He wasn't just good looking. He was . . . beautiful. His cheekbones, that face, his fantastic body, amazing light green eyes and red hair. Then his thoughts were all about how beautiful the ginger boy was and how the touch of his lips on X's was electric. He tried, again, to free his hands. He wanted to wrap his arms around the other boy but the ginger had them tightly intertwined with his and now one hand he kept against the side of X's right buttock while with the other he was rubbing hard at the spot on X's back immediately above the split of his buns. X sighed weakly.
Mmmmmmm. That felt good.
Every touch of this beautiful red haired boy felt good. The redhead directed their interlaced fingers to stroke X's calves, his thighs, his abs, his back, his shoulders, his whole body and it felt amazingly good everywhere. X desperately pulled his lips apart from the redhead's not because he didn't want to kiss him. He loved kissing him. But to gasp at the way the boy stroking his whole body felt. The ginger pulled him into a hug and their whole bodies were pressed together even though both were in full splits. The warm touch of his pale skin was wonderful. X's whole body felt like one big tingle just waiting to happen just waiting for this boy's touch. And he was impatient for it to happen. He wanted this boy's touch everywhere. He wanted it right now.
For his part, the gorgeous red head only seemed to get more excited after their first kiss. He hungrily caressed the Chinese boy. X kissed him back now just as feverishly. This redhead had perfect round lips, not thick but round. He wasn't one of those horrible looking pale boys with no visible upper lip. And as they continued to kiss, X now moved their intertwined hands so that he could luxuriate in the feel of the contours of the redhead's body. X sighed in delight at his taut, slender athletic shape, very much like his own and then the redhead resumed caressing him.
Because both boys had their legs stretched out in full splits they were using each other for support to stay upright. Mostly, the redhead anchored them in place with their hands at the sides of X's extra round buns which he kept on rubbing and squeezing. The other boy could not get enough of X's rear.
They kissed and kissed. And now X felt no ambivalence. He loved kissing this boy. Finally after many minutes, a thought slowly reappeared in X's mind, an apprehension, a worry that wanted to become something more, to become an anger. X pulled his lips apart from the beautiful boy's. Haltingly, surprising himself as well, he whispered, "I don't . . . want this . . I . . . . ."
He was pretty sure he had wanted to say more but he could not remember what it was. And he was pretty sure he wanted to say it stronger. But he could barely get the words out. It was all he could do to separate his lips from the electric touch of the redhead. The archer grinned at him. X only realized looking at his beautiful enthusiastic grin how conflicted he must have looked by comparison. He opened his mouth to say something but his mind went blank. He couldn't think of what it was. His thoughts so mixed up. What was this?!
He glanced at the redhead. His rosy skin practically glowed with health. The redhead took him in a hug again and as X was hugging back rubbed X's buns again.
"You're so round for a slender boy!" he whispered in X's ear.
X could just imagine the ginger's grin but the delicious feel of his warm breath and his lips brushing X's ear was not imagined. And X felt a surge of pride that his curves met with the approval of such an incredibly attractive boy. The redhead moved his head to face X and then leaned forward the inch between them and rubbed the end of his nose on X's. X closed his eyes and smiled in delight.
But that other voice had one last gasp. X's expression clouded over. He looked away from the redhead's eyes, from his face. He couldn't say it to those amazing light green eyes. He spoke onto the perfect, velvety soft skin of the boy's muscular shoulder.
"I-I don't . . want this," X squeaked, sounding so ridiculous that it couldn't possibly be sincere.
The redhead exhaled a carefree laugh that X could feel on the skin of his chest. He could not help but look at that face. Those mischievous green eyes, those wonderful cheekbones and that toothy grin.
"Part of you says otherwise," smirked the redhead glancing down and X followed his eyes to his own penis, standing tall and hard up against the ginger's equally impressive organ.
X sighed. There was no denying it. And with that the other voice diminished to nothing in the back of his mind. X leaned forward and pressed his lips to the green eyed boy's and, hungry to touch him, broke his hands free of the other boy's to run all over his body. He wanted this beautiful boy. They were here together and naked. What else was there to consider?
They kissed and kissed. X never wanted to stop. The taste of him was intoxicating, like an aphrodisiac. But as feverishly lusting as X was, the ginger led in all their amorous adventures. It wasn't that the six foot one 166 pound black haired boy from Singapore had been overpowered by the six foot two 177 pound redhead from Star City. They wanted the same thing. But the ginger was more experienced and led the way. Contrary to all X's previous experiences with women he found himself more often the passive party receiving the affection of the more active ginger.
They were still kissing when X felt . . he didn't know what it was his toes curled in delight as he looked down. The ginger had produced a box of Trojan Magnum XL, withdrawn one from it and was rolling it onto X. "Have to be safe," he whispered into X's ear before nibbling at it. X caught his breath. In the spirit of reciprocity, and insane desire for the redhead, X also pulled one from the box, pried it out of the foil wrapping and smiled as he rolled it onto the pale boy's equally epic organ. The two kissed anew and then, from his position still in a split, the ginger was flexing his hips, to the degree that he could, and rubbing his penis against X's. X gasped with the pleasure of it.
Oh yeah? He smirked at the redhead and flexed his hips, as much as he could and rubbed his rock hard organ against the ginger's till he saw the ginger gasp, barely able to control himself. They were both spectacularly endowed and they competed at this for several minutes each trying to drive the other to pleasure beyond his control. As was the case all night long, the ginger archer had a degree of control that was so incredible as to suggest it was possibly a super power.
X finally lost control and through his diminishing gasps he saw the smirk of the redhead and felt him squeezing his buns hard. The ginger just would not leave his rear alone.
Composing himself, he leaned forward and kissed the redhead, nibbling on his lips, one then the other. "How do you . . . ?"
The ginger just smirked. X discarded the condom in the nearby waste basket and they went back to kissing. X lost track of everything. He barely noticed at all when the redheaded boy worked his right ankle over one pale shoulder. He chuckled as the boy was working his other ankle over his other shoulder. "You're sooooo flexible!" the ginger gushed in surprised delight at how easily ballet dancer X could go from a split to a completely different position.
X flushed with pride and used that ballet trained flexibility to arch his back so that he could still kiss the gorgeous ginger. But the other boy had more loving in mind. X suddenly realized that the redhead was getting out of his split. He deftly got to his feet, never losing his balance or his hold on X, with a hand under each of X's buns.
Belatedly, X glanced down and realized where this was going but that voice within him that had wanted to be angry before was absolutely nothing now and its attempts to bring words like violation and humiliation into X's thoughts got nowhere. There was only the tiniest apprehension, if it could even be called that, in the back of X's mind. The only thought that broke through X's ecstatic delight at being naked with the ginger boy was doubt of the practicality of that fitting into him when he glanced down at the redhead's organ.
But X didn't want to feel these negative thoughts. He wanted this boy and went back to feverishly kissing him. While they were kissing, again, X felt the cold wet slap of vaseline underneath him and then the ginger lowering him onto his organ. X's eyes went wide. Oh god. I don't think so. This is not possible. It won't work.
"Mmmmf mmf mmmmmf!"
He tried to tell the archer that he was just too big for him but the redhead was kissing him through a smirk, staring into his shocked carmel brown eyes with his light greens. The next thing X knew . . .
"Mmmmf mmf mmmmf!" The archer was inside him. It was a physical shock and it would have been a conceptual and emotional one, too but that voice was nowhere to be found in X's thoughts. He was excited at the prospect of greater intimacy with this beautiful boy. And X could not help but notice that a particular spot inside him exploded in tingles with the introduction of the archer. But the rest of his insides felt stretched to the limit. And then, whooomp! The archer both let gravity do its work and pulled X down till he was completely inside X. X felt the scruff of his bush against his skin underneath him. He gasped with the difficulty of it and the archer pulled his lips apart from his and grinned at him.
"Oh, god," gasped X. Then, with both hands the ginger lifted X by his extra round buns till he was out of him. X sighed with blessed relief at a respite from being stretched to accommodate the redhead's loving but the relief lasted only a second before the ginger immediately plunged back into him. He did this over and over and each time he would stop his progress and rub the extra large tip of his organ against that spot inside X that was increasingly driving him nuts with pleasure. Over and over, much longer than X imagined the other boy could possibly stand it, never mind how long he could, the redhead slid him on and off himself. X was limp in his strong arms surrendered to his pleasure.
At last he was done and X felt him diminish. He put X down, tilting his shoulders to each side to get X's ankles off. X staggered, still gasping at this experience while the archer only smirked. He gave X an affectionate roundhouse slap on the ass. He gritted his teeth. Always with the buns, this boy! After that, he briefly turned his back to X to discard his condom whereupon X grabbed him with a hand at each side of his hips, intending to start riding the ginger boy.
My turn!
The pale skinned boy pushed him away. X pushed back. Come on! My turn! He frantically wanted to give him the same love as he'd just gotten.
The ginger grinned. "We'll wrestle for it," he said. X shrugged. Okay. It should be his turn now but he thought no one could beat him at any sort of hand to hand fighting. Wrestling wasn't particularly his specialty but so what?
The redhead beat him seven times in a row. To X's surprise and complete exasperation, it seemed that he just could not out wrestle the ginger. The slightly larger archer cunningly worked every contest into a battle of upper body strength where he had the edge over X, never letting him use his advantage in glutes or calves
As a result, by the unstated terms, Speedy got to choose what they would do next. As feverish as the two boys lusted for each other, it wasn't all just haphazard. Speedy carefully chose how they would do it and even whispered whole role playing scenarios into X's ears a couple times. The first time, he stood X up in the middle of the room and kissed and caressed him as X did likewise. Between deep kisses he whispered, his mouth so close to X's ear that his warm breath tickled, so that his ideas almost seemed to go straight into X's head with the momentum of the warm air.
"You live in a city that's been captured by enemy soldiers . . . They're everywhere, swarming house to house, looting and raping . . . The rest of your family, parents, grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts is hiding in the attic of your house. Only you and your sister are downstairs . . . The door is smashed in and a score of soldiers bursts in . . . You're upset at your sister. By now, she was supposed to be up in the attic too . . . They see her and they all go for her . . . you try to fight them all away but there are too many. Eventually, they shove you aside, angry at you for how well you fought . . . The first one is just about to ravish her when you get an idea. You jump in front of them. "No! Take me instead!" you shout . . . They pause. They can see your beautiful face," the redhead traced X's cheekbone with one finger, "but your loose clothes hide your body. One of the more perceptive ones is intrigued. He rips your shirt off you and then he and another tear off your pants and other clothes till you're naked . . . A hush falls over them . . . They see your slender but incredibly athletic body, strong shoulders tapering down to a tiny waist, no fat, eight abs visible, amazing calves, an astonishing pair of buns better than any of them have ever seen, and a cock bigger than any of theirs . . . They both desire you and feel jealous anger that you're so incredibly beautiful . . . They all go for you instead . . . You're much more desirable than your sister . . . One by one they take you like an invading army does, no sentiment, just invasion. They bend you over a chair or any handy piece of furniture . . . A line develops outside your house into the street for the chance to ravish the most beautiful boy they've ever seen . . . And after each time every one of them slaps your astonishing buns the way they did the rumps of horses on farms back home . . . when it's all over you've saved your sister and your whole family and your beautiful body rejects all their disease."
X had listened to it all but wasn't sure quite what to think. When he was done, the redhead positioned X with his feet just in front of the high foot board of the sleigh bed in that room then pushed at X's back so that his upper body bent over it and presented X's butt as the highest part of him. Hey! Then the ginger proceeded to pound X for a half hour in that extremely vulnerable position, no kisses, no caresses, just rapid thrusts accompanied by hard slaps of X's buns like you might give to the rump of a horse who gave you a good ride.
Another time he whispered a whole scenario where they were arctic explorers in the early 1900's. They're secretly in love but can't show it to the rest of the conspicuously macho expedition members. Things got desperate and they had left the rest of the party in a safe camp to go out to find caches of food left by a previous expedition. X and Roy found one and brought it back to camp saving the lives of the rest of the party. They went out to find another but a terrible storm kicked up and the two boys were trapped in the inadequate protection of the small tent where the supplies were. There was some fuel to burn for heat but it wouldn't be enough. They have to warm every part of each other's bodies.
Then the ginger began feverishly rubbing and kissing every part of X, from his feet to his ankles to his calves, to his knees, thighs and right on up him. X liked this a lot more.
The next time the redhead had X on all fours atop the bed and took him that way. X liked this as their bodies were, again, together from head to toe and he so desperately wanted to feel this boy's body against his own. And neither failed to notice that the Chinese boy took in the boy from Star City more easily every time.
The time after that the ginger stood X up against the room's full length glass window facing the skyline of Jump City and had him against the glass, interspersing hard slaps of his rear with rapid thrusts as both chuckled at the prospect that someone in Jump City might be looking at the Tower through a telescope and seeing two hero boys having sex.
The next time, after pinning X, who couldn't believe that he was so consistently losing these wrestling matches, he first pushed X down to his knees and slapped his face with his half erect penis then grabbed his ears and directed his mouth onto it. After just a few minutes of that, he lay down underneath the smaller boy from Singapore and they engaged in 69 for as long as they could, each feverishly trying to give the other so much pleasure that he couldn't stand it. X licked and licked at the ginger's throbbing organ, trying to force all his thoughts onto this endeavor and away from the crazy way the archer was sucking him. When X lost control first, the ginger pinched his buns hard.
"Mmmmf mmf mmmmmmf!" he tried to protest the archer's ongoing mistreatment of his extra round buns but the words got no further than the archer's shiny, purple mushroom top that filled his mouth. To X's exasperation, it took him many minutes more before he could bring the ginger boy to climax. His sexual self control was unbelievable. It was like a super power.
The time after that he lay X down on the bed and pulled his ankles over his shoulders and took him that way. Finally X beat him in one fall of wrestling and took the ginger boy bent over the foot board of the bed as he'd done to X. X gave him as many thrusts as he could, quite enjoying giving back to the ginger what he'd given to him. He even gave him some slaps on his slightly flatter white ass, though he wasn't as into that part of it as the redhead was.
He had no recollection of either of them even considering sleep. Even after 10 times they immediately started up again, desire was so strong in both of them. So, it was with an extra degree of surprise that X woke the next morning.
Early morning sun was filtering in through the shades and X sighed with contentment at the warm sheets and the still warmer skin against his. He was on his right side and in his hazy half consciousness realized that he was spooning with a Titan girl.
It was odd that he was the one in front. The smaller girl was always in front, wasn't she? Oh well. He half dozed lazily, quite tired.
But his half waking had apparently awakened her and now the saucy little minx was stroking him. X smiled in self satisfaction feeling her expertly work him to half and then full erection. He glanced down and saw a man sized pale hand around his penis.
WHAT?!
In a split second X realized that there was a boy attached to that hand and snuggled against him from behind, half erect penis pressed against his buns. Whatthefuck?!
In one motion X leaped out of the bed, half pulling a similarly naked Speedy off the bed with him because the ginger wouldn't let go of his penis. He swatted at his pale arm, once, twice and then a third time, "Let . . go!", he grunted as he kept swatting till the pale hand was disconnected then stood there facing him in the somewhat ridiculous condition of being shocked and angry while still sporting a huge erection.
"What are you doing here?" X demanded.
But even before Speedy finished answering, "Don't you remember last night, sweet buns?", it was all coming back to X. Hours and hours of enthusiastic gay sex with Speedy. He stood there open mouthed, not saying anything for a few seconds and then Speedy burst out in carefree laughter rolling onto his back amid the covers, enjoying X's shocked look of recollection.
As he was recalling all that they'd done, X reflexively brought his hands into a defensive position covering his rear. And the slightest touch was painful. His buns felt like they were on fire and his hole . . ! His hole . . !
He shuffled over to the full length mirror on the closet door and did a half turn, enough to see that his rear was a bit pinkish, no doubt from hours of the redhead pinching, squeezing and slapping him. He could only imagine what his hole looked like after all that the redhead had done to him!
But X sighed. The tone of that, the implication of it was all wrong. He could not deny that they had done all those things together. He walked back to the side of the bed where the teen archer lay smirking. Now flaccid, he felt a bit less ridiculous.
"Look," he began, "I don't know quite how that happened last night but it did. It's all true, dozens of things I never thought I'd ever do. But I did. So-"
"So come on back to bed, bubble butt!" laughed Speedy reaching around to try to slap the rear of the boy from Singapore but failing due to X's skittish defensiveness in regard to his poorly treated buns.
"No!" he swatted the archer's hand and crow hopped away from him.
"Oh, come on, I can't remember when another guy and I moved in such perfect synch. Your hips and mine were made for each other."
X rolled his eyes. Great.
"You honestly don't feel like jumping in bed with me, right now?" demanded the ginger.
X looked at the boy lying there. He was obviously good looking and incredibly athletic but X felt like he always did or always had before last night when looking at a naked boy. There was no tingle, no excitement at all. He looked the ginger right in his light green eyes and shook his head.
"Did you ever . . . before last night?"
X shook his head. "Never with a guy."
The ginger leaned his head back in a gesture of surprise. "You were that great your first time out?!"
"I guess I'm just a natural," X muttered bitterly and the ginger laughed. They didn't say much more to each other. X had to get going. He had to be at the Jump City Ballet's studios early for class. He was supposed to start learning a new part. He scrambled around the room to find where Speedy had put his Red X suit after somehow getting it off him. He meant to ask him how the hell he'd done that but didn't remember in his frantic rush.
A few minutes later he had on his dance belt and Red X suit. It was no tighter than usual but in his present condition the squeeze of his buns was almost painful.
"Hey," he began through the mask. "What happened happened. I don't bear you any ill will," he said and offered his gloved hand.
Speedy shook it. "Hey, don't worry your pretty head for even a minute," said the archer. "What happens in Titans Tower stays in Titans Tower."
X gave a nod and a wave to him from the door and was off. He made his way down the stairs and out to the edge of the island. From there he used up a lot of the suit's power reserves and did a long range teleport across the bay to a node at the edge of the waterfront. He made his way back to his apartment, his mind reeling at continuing recollections of what he'd done with that boy.
How?
How?!
He changed and made his way briskly to the Ballet company's building. He and Speedy had agreed that what happened in Titans Tower stayed in Titans Tower but the other boys in the ballet company didn't seem to be part of their pact. They all knew that X was straight and after a few initial passes at him had, for months now, kept their distance. But this morning, they were all over him. One gave a playful yank at the back of his dance belt. Hey! Another came up behind him and slapped his rear. No! While he was listening to the ballet master, focused on his explanation of a transition in the steps of the next production, a third leaned around in front of him and planted a big kiss on his lips.
X shook his head. It was like they could somehow tell. Could they tell what a whirl of uncertainty had been created in his mind? Straight with never a second thought, never a moment's doubt of that fact and now? A natural at gay sex?!
Gay? Bi?
He wasn't sure now.
"That's . . what happened," muttered RoyX to RoyArrowette. He didn't know what response he'd get from the girl archer turned into a boy archer identical to the one he'd been turned into, but whatever it was he didn't expect laughter. The blond turned new redheaded boy fell over laughing on the bed slapping at the covers.
Now X was angry. "Hey, I didn't expect you to cry with sympathy but this was a big deal. I-I was questioning everything about myself. I spent something like six months practically interrogating myself any time I saw a good looking guy. Did I feel anything for him? Did I have a reaction to him? Is he just good looking or do I feel attraction to him? I-"
RoyArrowette continued laughing. Finally RoyX sighed.
"What?"
"You thought you might be gay or bi unknown to yourself, somehow, hahaha, when it was just the wine!"
"What?!"
"You said you had two big mouthfuls of T-wine, of Tamaranean wine before any of it started, right?"
"Yeah, but I wasn't drunk. I wasn't even lightheaded. I can't say-"
"Don't you know?"
"Don't I know what?"
"Don't you know about Tamaranean wine?"
X was mystified. "What about it?"
RoyArrowette guffawed then composed himself and did his best imitation of Starfire, of course this impersonation was coming through the mind of another girl and now the body and voice of a boy. "Friends, the wine of my planet comes in the pyramid shaped bottle and is most tasty for the earth girls but has an unusual property for the earth boys. For half of those who drink it the wine is just as for the earth girls, with a light, sweet taste. For the other half it tastes very strong and just a drop on their tongues will remove all of the, what is the earth word? Oh, yes, the inhibitions to any kind of the sex. It makes them see the most desirable qualities in anyone they encounter and it will also make them desire the sex at least two to three times as much as they did before!"
RoyArrowette finished with a signature Starfire emphatic nod of the head.
"What?!"
RoyX had to wait a minute while RoyArrowette dissolved into more giggling and then finally composed himself.
"You turned yourself into a sexual heat seeking missile and then ran into the already nymphomaniac boy of the group and then you probably juiced him up, too!"
RoyX stood there aghast, mouth open considering this as RoyArrowette convulsed in more laughter.
"I took two big gulps of that stuff . . " RoyX muttered.
"And you said that after your first kiss, Speedy pulled back and his pupils dilated and he let out a snort?"
"Yeah."
"He must have got a dose of the stuff from your mouth. That's a classic reaction to Tamaranean wine by a susceptible boy."
"Speedy's affected by it?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Wait, how do you know?"
RoyArrowette chuckled. "Don't you think us Titan girls were curious to find out which of our guys this would affect? Speedy, Kid Flash and Robin, incidentally. Obviously you, too. It didn't do anything to Beast Boy, Cyborg or Aqualad."
"They tried it?"
"Well . . let's just say they drank something with it in it. They might not have known they were trying it," RoyArrowette smirked.
"But, how does it work?"
"I don't remember exactly. They said it was something about precise protein levels in your saliva or something and the stuff somehow making a straight shot through to the sections of your brain to do with inhibitions and sex drive. You fall like hopelessly in lust with whoever you're with."
RoyX sighed. Actually, it was kind of a relief. It finally made sense that he'd had such an incredible night of tireless sex with Speedy. He sighed again and he could feel all his insecurity at feeling he didn't know himself, know his own sexuality, leave him with that breath.
And then he had an idea.