Trade Fic, X-Men: Cyclops /Canonball

A trade on y-gallery. Warning!: Contains some watersports
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The shower room was already thick with steam by the time Scott Summers entered, after a lengthy danger-room session with Sam Guthrie, better know as “Cannonball”. He had left before him since it was Scott’s responsibility to make sure the equipment was turned off, and now they were alone in the steamy showers. He was just where Scott wanted him.

Sam was at the nozzle furthest in with a steady stream of hot water falling onto his blond hair and falling further down his muscular body. Scott was behind hm before he even knew he was there, a pair of hands suddenly grabbing his shoulders made him jump a little, before calming down when he realized who it was.

Scott didn’t say anything, instead letting his hands do the talking. His left hand took a firm grip on Sam’s side and he felt Scott rub his throbbing shaft between his muscular ass cheeks His other hand reached around and grabbed his flaccid cock, giving it a squeeze. Sam groaned softly.

In his usual aggressive dominant fashion, Scott turned him around and pinned his back to the cool tile while he pinned his lips to Sam’s, kissing him hungrily and exploring his mouth with his tongue. Sam loved this of course. He loved how Scott loved to dominate him, how he did what he wanted to him and how he loved to let him do it.

In no time at all, his cock was as rock hard as Scott’s and rubbing, sandwiched between their muscular stomach’s.

After nearly ten minuets of heavy tongue action, Scott, put a hand on his fellow x-man’s shoulder and pushed him to his knees, where he wasted no time in shoving his cock down his throat. Sam gagged slightly as the long thick phallus slid deeper and deeper into his throat. Scott had trained him well in the art of sucking cock, but he always found it a little difficult at first to handle his meat.

With a hand on either side of Sam’s head Scott slammed his cock in and out of Sam’s mouth, grunting and groaning with pleasure

After his cock was plenty wet from Sam’s mouth, Scott turned around and spread his cheeks, exposing, his tender asshole to Sam. He backed up and pressed is ass into Sam’s face, ordering him to lick his ass good and clean.

Sam groaned as the Sweaty ass was pushed at him, but he quickly took Scotts ass in his hands, spread his beautiful muscular ass and began licking and tongue fucking the older mutants hole.

He was in absolute heaven with his commanders ass pressed against his face and his tongue licking it so eagerly. It was rare for him to be treated to this and he wouldn’t let it go to waste. He lapped and licked at the tight hole, slopping it with spit and pushing deeply with his tongue. He felt as though he would cry when Scott pulled away, but he knew what would be next. Scott was going to fuck him, fuck him good and hard until there was nothing left in his balls to coat his insides with, and he couldn’t wait.
Scot took him by the ankles and dragged him slightly away from the wall before crouching down. Sam spread his legs, eager to get to it, but then something happened that shocked him senseless.

Instead of lifting Sam’s legs behind his head and driving his cock into his hole, Scott grabbed Sam’s own fat member and sat his ass down, guiding the fat head into his incredibly tight hole and sinking down to the base in one smooth motion.

They both let out long groans. Sam was in a mind numb bliss. This was both his first time topping, and the hot feeling Scott’s insides almost made him blow his load right there, bit a stern look from scot and a firm order not to made him use all his willpower not to.

Sam was also shocked that Scott would bottom for him. He’d never know Scott to bottom and it was clear from his facial expressions that he was loving every minuet of it.

Sam’s mind snapped out of la-la land when he felt pain in both his nipples. Scot had a firm grip and told him to stop daydreaming and fuck him.

It was clear to Sam that even though Scot was taking his cock, Scott was still in the dominant position. Scott ordered him when to go faster and when to slow down. Once, when he wasn’t keeping up, Scott sent a hot blast of piss into his face, drenching him with his hot musky spray. He picked up the pace, but Scott didn’t stop the flow, he continued spraying Sam down, drenching his blonde hair, his face, his thick pecs and abs, making absolutely sure that Sam knew who was in control.

Several times, sam was about to cum, but every time, Scott stopped him, denying him of his orgasm and letting it calm down before continuing to pleasure himself with Sam’s cock. After nearly an hour, he still hadn’t cum, his heavy balls screamed for release, but still, Scott would not let him cum before he did.

It wasn’t long after that Scott felt like he was getting close. And he made sure sam knew it. He ordered Sam to make him cum, without touching him. Sam knew he wanted a prostate orgasm, but he was so exhausted he didn’t think he could. Every muscle burned, and not because of his mutant powers. But he so badly wanted to cum himself that he pushed himself to the limit, ramming his cock against Scott’s prostate, and in a few minuets, Scott screamed with pleasure and blasted a thick load onto Sam’s face and pecs. Sam wasn’t far behind. With Scott’s tight hole squeezing tighter on his aching cock, he fired his own load deep inside him.

Sam lay panting heavily on the floor, drenched in cum, piss and sweat, Scott dismounted him and stood up, stretching his tired legs and pulling Sam shakily to his feet.

This was just the beginning, Scott told him as they both showered. He told Sam that he was going to be fucking his (Scott’s) ass all night, this first round was nothing compared to what else he had planned.

Sam groaned, happy and sad at the same time. He was going to be very sore in the morning.