November 8th

A/N: This was semi suggested by someone. Sorta. This meant to go up Tuesday but there were some technical delays (FF wouldn't let me log in)

It was unusually warm for a November day in New York. The high was 70°F (21C), making it an utter mistake for Peter to wear his insulated suit. For someone as smart as Peter Parker he could do some pretty dumb things. His most recent super suit, the nano suit, was given to him by Tony Stark. It was strong, but cold in the winter. He found the latter due to an arctic draft that left him nearly frozen.

Fortunately, he was near central park. A quick swing later he landed in some brush that offered him some modicum of decency as he began to pull off his spidey suit. Peter left his mask on as he yanked the top off, revealing the well defined muscles made from years of crime fighting. His entire body was covered in sweat; making everything glisten. Clad just in his, very full, boxer briefs he started rummaging around, looking for his nano watch.

Panicked started to set in as he couldn't find it in his discarded clothing.

"Looking for this?"

His head snapped up to the far end of the brush. Doreen Green, aka Squirrel Girl, stood there, drinking in his honed figure, tail swishing from side to side.

"Um, yes." He began. "Can I have it?"

"Can I have those nuts?" She blurted out, then blushed. "Sorry, that was forward of me."

Peter wanted to cower as she advanced up to him. She was a younger hero, not that he was much older, but still cut an imposing, though cute figure. I need to ask Scarlett about that. He thought, musing if all superheroes were predestined to being attractive. After this month is over. He added. Doreen's lithe body pressed against him, and he quickly found himself against a tree. Her, surprisingly soft, tail slid up and down his body. Peter shivered, not just from the touch of her tail but that of her hand. It trickled down his body; inspecting every curve and crevice until hitting the hem of his shorts. Her finger nail flicked the hem several times; obviously deciding which route to take.

"Spiderman," Her eyes were closed; face adorably scrunched as she measured in his details by feel alone. "Why are you hiding your nuts away?"

Cliche. He thought, though guilty of the same level of puns. Any words though were trapped in his throat when she lowered herself to cock height. Her soft hands cupped each ball in turn; weighing them in her hands. "These are so big. Bigger than my fist."

Squirrel girl lapped at their massive outline in his pants causing Peter to hiccup in indecision. He could grab his clothes and make a hasty retreat, fail miserably to Gwen and let Doreen at his tortured balls. His cock swelled at option 2.

"Peter?" A voice came out from behind the bushes. Doreen stopped her ministrations immediately, eyes snapping to the source. Above him he heard the excited chatter of a squirrel.

"Someone is coming." Peter groaned. And it's not me. Thank god.

Doreen disappeared just as the bushes parted and Mary Jane stepped through. She looked at him quizzically for a brief second. Mary Jane knew he was Spider-man after all. "Some superhero thing?"

"Um right." He straightened up, covering his near nudity with his hands. "How'd you know I was here?"

"Felicia mentioned it." oh Right. Gwen's little circle of friends were all watching for him. "Anyway, I thought you'd be all tense from Gwen's…challenge? You could use a massage."

"You do massage?" He didn't realize MJ changed jobs, thinking she'd be a waitress forever.

"Just started." She smiled and he felt a tinge of jealousy mixed with guilt. "I think you should be one of my first customers. MJ reached into her top and pulled out a little card. Pressing it into his hands she leaned in and whispered. "Maybe more than a massage."