Peter Parker couldn't lie about the fact that what he had done with Brock, with Venom, had shaken his world and part of his self identity. He tried many times to blame the symbiote, the heat it had thrown on them and how it had affected them, but part of him knew it wasn't all there was to it.
He had enjoyed it, more than just the extent of the heat. He had always been somewhat submissive, and to have a male dominate him so thoroughly had been like a massive eye opener. He had always assumed he was straight, but now he wasn't all too sure.
Memories of that night in Venom's web kept coming back to him, memories of himself riding the other mans cock greedily, how the feeling of those large balls hitting his behind with every thrust had sent shivers of pleasure down his back. Other things, like remembering the feeling of Venom's large hands over his hips, moving him up and down on the large cock inside of him, or how small he felt when he had his ass in the air, getting pounded from behind by Venom who hovered above him...no matter how he tried, he couldn't forget any of these things.
There was no denying it, sex with Brock, with Venom, was the best he had ever gotten. He enjoyed the tender sex he had with MJ, but it was nowhere as wild or satisfying as this.
Peter had started to find himself getting raging boners randomly, even when he was out patrolling as Spiderman, and twice now he had made himself a small ball of webbing in order to get some privacy to sort out the problem.
Maybe all of this contributed to his lack of resistance when Brock suddenly grabbed his arm and dragged him into an alley, or his lack of running away when he had seen the other man in front of him on the street to start with.
The larger male pushed him roughly into the brick wall behind him, and he closed his eyes for a second to compose himself. He didn't know what to feel, he didn't know what to do.
"Hey man...I wanted to talk to you." Hearing that raspy voice made goosebumps spread over his arms, and he opened his eyes, finding the face of Brock to be much closer than he had thought it was, much too close for his liking. His eyes lingered on the rough lips, licking his own when he remembered how it had been like to kiss those lips when the symbiote had been covering them, and wondering how it would feel like if it was just the man.
Brock paused, not sure how to continue, and getting way too distracted by Parker's pink little tongue that snuck out, caressing those soft looking lips.
He had been so sure the smaller male would bolt, he had been rather rough when grabbing him and shoving him in here, immediately pinning the smaller males body with his own against the wall of the building. But Parker hadn't tried to run, he hadn't resisted, and he hadn't sucker punched Brock in the face or gut yet, an otherwise completely justified reaction considering the last meeting they had.
This position did however make him notice the fact that the younger male was getting an erection, and fast, making Brock unwillingly let out a restrained groan as he remembered how cock greedy Spiderman had been during their heat.
'Fuck him again, he wants it.'
He did his best to ignore his symbiote, but it wouldn't accept being ignored, instead it jerked his hips forward forcefully, making him grind into Parker. Both of them gasped as their hard cocks rubbed together through their clothes, but Brock realized that his symbiote might have something of a point, since he still hadn't been sucker punched to the other side of the alley despite the bold move. Deciding that it might be worth taking a risk with this, he leaned forward, placing his lips against the ear of the other male.
"What's this...didn't get enough of our cock the last time we had you pinned down good and hard, hmm?"
His cock throbbed in his pants when Parker moaned at his words.
"Ah, fuck Brock..." His voice sounded breathless and trembling.
Brock smirked hard, licking the ear next to his mouth. Truth is he had just wanted to apologize to the other man, he hadn't had any perverted ideas in his head when he pulled the male into the alley, but he wasn't one to complain when opportunity showed itself.
"Sounds like a good plan to me, pretty little spider..."
Grabbing those slim hips hard and good, he pushed the other male upwards a little, placing himself completely between those strong legs, making his cock rub against the tight ass in front of him.
Peter gasped hard and placed his hands on the wall behind him for support, feeling the contour of the hard organ stroke against him under their clothes.
He didn't complain or protest at all as Brock made an amused or possibly frustrated sound as his large hands struggled to undo Peters zipper, his large hands roughly grabbing and pulling up Peters legs and placing them over his shoulder as he pulled the pants and underwear half way down the thighs. Holding Peters legs over his right shoulder with his right hand, he then undid his own pants and pushed them down with his left, letting out his hard cock. Seconds later his spit covered fingers were stroking Peters hole, and letting one finger slip inside. His mouth found their way to Peters neck, licking it, biting it, kissing his way up to the ear and whispering encouraging things.
"You're such a good little cocksucker, look at how well you're taking my finger, in an alley, like a cat in heat, so good..."
Peter had no idea how he had gotten himself into another mess like this, or how come he wasn't doing anything to get away from it, but hearing the rough voice whispering into his ear he shivered, and his puckered entrance clamped down on the invading digit that was thrusting into him fast and hard. The sexual frustration that had been building inside of him since their heat had come rushing back in a heartbeat after Brock had grabbed him, and now it was reacting a boiling point inside of him, his thrill at being approached sexually by the other male robbing him of his senses one by one, leaving him with the desperate need for sexual satisfaction.
Brock felt his cock twitch hard when the other man shivered and clamped down around his digit, in his frustration to get his cock into the other male as fast as possible, he pulled up his hand, spit hard on it, and the reached down again. This time he thrust in three fingers into the tight little hole, making Peter tense up and whimper in his arms.
"Don't worry Parker, you'll get something larger in a moment, I'll fuck you real good and hard right here in this alley, just like you want me to."
Brock hadn't fucked many males in his life, only this one as a matter of fact, so he wasn't sure how to tell when the other was ready for more, but he knew that he was getting real desperate to thrust his hard cock into the body of the male in his arms, so deeming that it was enough of foreplay for now, he pulled up his hand again, filled it with as much spit he could, and stroked it onto his cock.
"Here goes little spidey, I'm gonna fuck your brains out." He could feel Peter tense up slighly.
"Ah, wait, Brock I'm not so sure-ah! Nghhh!" His head threw back as Brock thrust in slowly, his cock barely fitting inside the other male, stretching his insides and filling him up hard.
Peter was shivering in his whole body both from pleasure and pain, but his mind was in ecstasy. Brock groaned loudly as he pulled back and thrust back inside, pressing Peter into the brick wall, forcing him to use his hands to keep himself upright and aligned with the building.
He could feel tears at the corner of his eyes, but he wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or pain, or if he was just so happy at getting fucked and dominated again.
"Such a good little bitch, look at you, taking my cock like a champ."
Peter bit his lip as he was both praised and degraded at the same time, both things equally exciting to him.
Brock couldn't help but to smirk again. Every time he talked dirty, Peter clamped down around his finger, and then his cock. The man liked to be talked dirty to, it seemed, and this time he wouldn't be able to blame Brock for capturing him or on the heat. This was him, this was what he wanted, this was what he enjoyed.
For a few moments Brock wished they were connected like they had been during the heat, he wanted to know just how deep this new gay and possibly submissive side of the other man went. In the back of his mind he could feel the symbiote chuckle, and the next moment his senses exploded with impressions as the symbiote linked the mind of the two men together.
In a split second, Brock knew just how desperately Parker had wanted this, and how much he enjoyed it now that it was happening.
"Fuck, you're kinkier than I am, such a good little slut, I bet you'd love it if men lined up and took turns fucking you, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Kinky little cocksucker."
Peter had let go of the wall with one hand, and was now desperately holding onto Brocks shoulder, the feeling of the strong shoulder doing nothing to calm him down. Brock was fucking him hard now, their bodies slapping together, and those last words, and having their senses connected again, his pleasure, desire and how much he enjoyed this being fully exposed pushed him over the edge.
His mind exploded as he covered his own belly and t-shirt with his cum, and had not Brocks hand clamped down over his mouth half the town would have heard his loud moan as he came.
"Fuck, that's a good little slut, fuck, you're really sucking me in, fuck..!"
Brock thrust in hard, pressing Peter in almost violently into the wall as he started to come, groaning as he pumped the other male full of his cum.
"Oh yeah, that's it, take my cum, you little dumpster, such a good slut."
Peter shivered with each and every word, his whole body tingling with post orgasm pleasure. Through the connection Brock could sense it all, seeing now exactly how much Peter enjoyed this, being handled so roughly, being used so completely, even being degraded to a certain point, his pleasure was naked and exposed.
They clung to each other and the wall of the building, panting, throbbing. Brock chuckled to himself, close to the ear of the other male.
"Who would have known that you're such a freak in the sheets, Parker. How unexpected."
Peter pulled the mans hand away from his mouth, pretending to be annoyed.
"There are no sheets you moron, there isn't even a bed in this alley."
Brock smirked as he leaned in.
"We can make one if you want it, just like the last time."
Just the mentioning of the nest made of Venom's webbing made Peter clamp down eagerly around the still hard member inside of him, giving him flashbacks of the times he had been forced to stop and jerk off while he had been dressed as Spiderman.
"You're such a freak in the sheets, Parker." Busted. He couldn't tear his eyes away as the symbiote started to come out, covering the male holding him pinned against the wall, and becoming Venom.
Venom chuckled, the long tongue coming out and licking Peters face, before dipping down and licking at his cum that was blasted over his shirt.
"Mmm... hello there, Parker. Did you miss us that badly? You didn't think we'd let Brock have all the fun did you?"
He could feel the cock inside of him starting to move again as Venom used his claws to rip his pants into two parts, freeing his legs. With the new angle, Venom could thrust deeper, moving slowly to start with. Peter was panting, starring down at where they were connected, watching as the large cock thrust into him over and over.
"Hehehe...don't you worry about a thing, Parker, we will fuck you real good until you can't walk straight, it's a promise."
The end (?) Hope you enjoyed, since this is like the ONLY non-Naruto story I have, haha. Happy new years, folks.