Miles Morales was doing Spider-Man things, perched six-stories high stalking undressing women. He had his tarantulous BBC out and he's using it to window wipe precum on some poor girl's window. Police been filing reports of windows streaked with the runoff of Miles' gelatinous man fluids for three weeks now. Miles has become more of a nuisance than the pigeons ever were.
Amidst his masturbation action, Miles' parents kept pestering him via text messages. You see, Miles Morales was required elsewhere—the guidance office this time—but that was a minor concern in comparison to his hog grinding. It was his responsibility to help those in need; which in this case, saving his backed-up erect arach cock from blue balls.
"Oh fuck, Gwen Stacy! Gwen Staacy!" Miles moaned aloud as he cranked the shank.
A year had gone by since Gwen returned to her dimension, and since then Miles has been experiencing hormonal unrest. He began stalking every short-haired blonde in New York like King Kong just to be reminded of her. He missed her so much. She had a gap in her teeth that reminded him of Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers—What a sexy feature—and her big bubbly buttcheeks bulging through skin-tight spandex. He just can't forget about DAT ASS; Spider-Woman understood the assignment, that's definitely a spider's ass. Everything in Miles' sketchbook were nothing but Gwen Stacy booty. He even drew her with more mass on the ass just to satisfy his sick fantasies. How Miles wished they had at least one interracial spider sex before she left him. He would've satisfy his fetish of being sandwiched face-first between her suffocating cheeks while she blew a mean fart at him.
Then, about minutes later, a tingle he's most familiar with rang. No, he's far from the edge mind you; I'm referring to his spider sense activating. A crook loomed somewhere outside.
"Dadgumit! Can these bastards just wait until I'm done? I was soooo close!" Miles whined as he tucked his dick back into his suit. A crime has prevented his ejaculation, another example of the drawbacks of being Spider-Man. He then jumped off the building, feeling extra repressed because he didn't bust.
The commotion led Miles to a convenience store where a man was in the process of stealing from an ATM machine. However, this man did not at all resemble an average male. He had large black moles all over his snow-white bleached skin.
"That's one severe case of skin cancer you got there, homie!" Spider-Man disrupted the crime scene, "Ya know, robbery ain't the only way to cover them chemo bills, right?... Haven't seen your fine ass before! Who are you?... Captain Dalmatian?"
"Fuck, it's Spider-Man!" The crook took a tumble. "No, I'm The Spot, and as you can see, these aren't just mere dots—no, these are holes!"
"So what if you have multiple assholes? How's that gonna save you once I mollywop yo ass? Other than shitting yourself all over"
Spot raved, "Who you calling asshole? You're the asshole around here! Remember the Bagel!? I didn't consent when you made me into this!"
Made? Miles was baffled. As far as he knew, he hadn't had sex with Gwen yet, so he couldn't have had a child. If he had one, he'd know because he would definitely bail and leave that fucker fatherless. Additionally, that's not how an interracial child would look like. He may be black n' white but that ain't no lightskin, baby.
"Listen, Smallpox! We can discuss about child welfare later, I got a seventeen inch black dick in my trousers waiting to be pumped"
"Spider-Man, you're black?" Spot exclaimed, genuinely sounding disappointed.
Spider-Man commenced the action by locking his fist on Spot's head. But when he threw that hook, his fist dipped into a hole and a portal appeared behind him! followed by his own arm which sank shoulder-deep into his asshole, fisting the spider as fast as it had come!
"Daaamn! my asss!" profanized Spider-Man. The stretching was instantaneous. His knees buckled, dropping him on all fours, anus gaped like he'd served ten years of hard time. "That'll definitely itch later" He felt that arm punched and took the air out his lungs. Yes, his fist reached that far up lol.
"Haw haw haw! You are an imbecile, Spider-Man!" cackled Spot, "My holes will send anything into anywhere I want. In this case, your arm up your tight butt! Hyuk hyuk!"
"May God condemn you to eternal damnation, you son of a bitch! You've lost me my virginity!" Spider-Man held up a fist in dramatic fashion. "For that, you will regret!"
Miles began analyzing. So Spot is surrounded in portals. That's why his arm went straight through. He's more dangerous than he looks. This'll require strict planning of attack. But Miles barely has any time for hard labor. "Fuck, planning is hard. Oh what I'd do to fuck Gwen instead of this shit" Then a vile thought cooked up in his psyche. He figured it out! Spider-Man always does.
"Hey, Spot! You said your portals could send any object anywhere, am I correct?
"Affirmative, Spidey!" nodded Spot.
"Well, how about I strike a deal with you and in exchange you can take as much cash as you want?"
That statement made Uncle Ben roll in his grave. Spider-Man is negotiating with criminals! Miles knew it was irresponsible of him, but come on! a simple robbery would do no harm to the economy. It's only a few dollars. In fact, if Miles hadn't become Spiderman, no doubt he would have robbed and looted too—since he would've become The Prowler instead.
"And what do you propose, Spider!?" Inquired the criminal.
"I want you to transport my phallus straight into Gwen Stacy's vulva!"
"Alright, I accept" The Spot agreed and started putting out, pointing at the dot where his asshole should have been. "Claim this hole right here. Crash into my nates, Spidey, you're erect!" He made sex noises with his mouth as a subtle way of hinting what Miles should do next. "The deliverance would then be complete!"
Miles rubbed his hands together, breathing in so deeply enough for his mask to vacuum seal his head. He dropped his pants and unraveled the gavel, boing as it came free. He proceeded to backflip and landed dick-first into Spot's butt bulls-eye, puncturing it. His chunk felt the warm sensations of inner membrane right away. But the problem was that, at the same time, he's also feeling his cheeks ripped apart like elevator doors! He fucked his own ass! "Shiiitt! I took it right in the stink!!"
"I duped you yet again, Spider-Man! HAW HAW HAW!" The Spot proclaimed in treachery.
This is what happens when you trust a villain. Miles had a moment in which to feel the driving force of penis. Seventeen inches isn't something to be sneezed at. Perhaps the most unusual aspect of Miles' self-fuck, however, was that Miles didn't mind at all. Above all, he began to enjoy it! But he resisted the urge to hump, the last thing he'd want was to further damage his already dismantled man hymen. But as time progressed, his anus showed fight and was able to eradicate the pain.
"I knew you could do it, butthole!" Miles patting his cheeks. At last, he allowed himself to properly make love with himself and Spot simultaneously. "This isn't what I asked for, but I'm in no position to complain! This truly hits the Spot! It's like you have two layers of anus!"
"What can I say, I just know what a guy desperately needs! Now fuck me!" Spot calculated his timing, backing up just as Miles was thrusting.
With the power of teamwork, it didn't take them long to develop a violent rhythm with their sex.
"Oh yes! UGH! Cage that fat SpiderHam of yours in my dirty poop coop, you friendly gayborhood wall sprawler!" creamed the Spot. Though his holes aren't a direct passage into his guts, they're quite sensitive and can feel everything that's shoved in there.
Miles cherished his butthole very much. Although, there's one complication he's nitpicking, "it's a bit loose!" His fist was his first and it left his Spider-Mangina stretched out for any enjoyment on his penis' behalf. Thankfully, his ramrod has a sticky surface. He may not have the fortune of having pubes, but he did have disgusting spider hairs sticking out all over his cock and balls to compensate. That would surely make his walls cling to him. Miles felt each and every one of those strands clinching his flesh as he rowed his hole. It was like having shoe glue as lube. Eventually, this rectal tug of war left Miles with a prolapse!
"You got a pretty nice bloom there, buddy lmao!" teased Spot. "You're a sunfloower~"
"Ah nah, fam... I'm callin' it quits now, baby I'm a wreck!"
"Hark! You desire an alternate rectum to penetrate?! If so, whom shall it be?... I can be whatever asshole you want!
"Surprise me, Maricon!"
Obviously, Gwen should've been the right reply if not for Miles being too shit-faced from chode to even think straight! Miles then enemas himself with his own goopy wad before the portal ships his dick into a different, slimier rectum. "Que Dulce! What a soothing ass this is! Who owns it?"
Spot would have displayed a smile if not for his faceless complexion, "What are your thoughts on incest, Spider-Man?"
Miles blushed. "Oh boy! I always wanted to fuck mom!"
"Incorrect! Guess again!"
"I guess dad works well too..." shrugged the spider.
Spot went on cackling, "Wrong again! Why it's actually your long-dead uncle, silly!"
To be Continued...