I'm a fan, I admit it. I always thought that fans were the worst, just simple fools who live in their own little world, never minding what other people think. But now that I am a fan, the biggest fan, I don't mind so much. Spiderman is my life. My walls explode with posters and memorabilia, my bed sheets depicting some web-slinging action. I have multiple costumes, have memorized all of his hilarious puns, and my drawers and bookshelves overflow with comic books I have collected over my mere 15 years.
One night, I lie in bed, dreaming of Spiderman. I fantasize that he catches me once I fall of a building, screaming as I go. He takes me in his arms and we swing away, the sunset engulfing us like a cloud of dust. Suddenly I hear a creak. I awake with a start, and notice that my window is open. I feel the cold air wash into the room, and I cross the room to close it. As I touch the pane, I immediately notice something sticky across the open space. I touch it. It's webbing.
He's here.
Suddenly I hear a voice call from behind. "Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can. Comes a web, in your ass, gets you hard spider-fast. Look ouuuuuuuuuttt! Here comes the Spiderman."
I spin, and suddenly he is standing there. He wears his mask but I can tell he's smiling.
"Hey there kid," he says chirpily. "Why don't you lie back down and I'll show you what my powers can do."
I hastily get back in bed, but leave the covers off. Suddenly he touches his crotch area and I hear a zip. He's not wearing anything underneath, and his massive penis falls out like a snake, wild and untamed.
"It's a good thing only superman wears underwear, huh kid?" he laughs.
I stare in amazement, wondering what happens next. But before I know it, I'm on my knees on the bed, and my mouth envelops his power-enhanced member, and I push back and forth with my tongue, running it along the wet tip. He groans, laughing while he does it. After his spider sting is nice and erect, he immediately comes a massive strand of webbing, spraying it all along my wall, and covering my face with the white goodness. I lick it all around my mouth, just managing to swallow. It's bitter and slightly hard, almost tasting stale because of the spidery tang.
"Okay kid," Spiderman silkily says. "Let's go."
The next hour goes by like a blur. He takes me in his powerful spidey hands and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm so glad I'm his biggest fan. I'm so glad he found me. He thrusts hard into my asshole, pounding again and again until he laughs and screams with delight, filling it with the sticky webbing. I know this will almost never come out. As he ends, I accidently feel a shit coming out, but it is caught by the webbing. All the shit and webbing completely fill my but, overflowing with wetness. I smile. It'll be a good reminder of the night Spiderman came to town.
Next he climbs up onto the wall, and I stand below him as he shits web down into my open mouth. So, I think to myself as I drink the solid webbing, the rumours are true.
He gives a spider shriek as it all falls out, and he spins out of control coming off the wall and falling onto me. He goes into backwards cowboy position (that's right, I've done my research), and he shoots web onto the wall, pulling himself forward and back, laughing as his huge spidey butthole explores the edges of my penis. He pushes down forcefully, and webbing shoots out from all ends as he cries with pleasure and pain. From his ass, his penis, his mouth and his commonly known wrists. My room suddenly becomes a maze of webbing, sticky whiteness all around. I shudder in pain. But it's a good pain. I've made Spiderman happy, the saviour of the world. My hero.
Before he takes off out the window, he leaves me a web shit in my room. I thank him, falling back into the webbing that fills my bedroom. I will keep it forever.