A Wild Tentacle Monster Appears!

Chapter 3

Peter sighed as the warm water washed over him, massaging his aching muscles. What a truly messed up day he'd had. He thought back to the pretty blonde lady from before. If Peter hadn't intervened would she have been the monster's victim? He was sure that she would have. As miserable as he felt, he was glad he had taken her place.

As he washed himself, Peter wondered if he'd managed to get himself into another equally dangerous situation. Here he was, naked in the home of a clearly deviant individual who was roughly three times his size. Deadpool seemed harmless enough now, but Peter's mind flashed back to his behavior at the rooftop. It was obvious Wade had a sick sense of humor, but Peter didn't know anyone who could pop a massive boner as a joke.

He tried, but it was impossible for Peter not picture the way Deadpool had rubbed his annoyingly massive dick against the handle of his sword at the sight of Peter's own erection. He could practically still feel Wade's eyes boring into him, taking in his most private places. Peter used the excuse of getting clean to justify the way he was lathering soap rhythmically over his cock. He chose not to focus on the fact that his erection and the way he was bucking into his hand were in no way related to normal shower protocol.

Peter was getting hot. Really hot. As he stroked himself, he turned and leaned his face and chest against the shower wall, the cool tile felt so good. As Peter pressed more firmly against it, he found himself wondering about Deadpool's scars. Was his entire body covered in them? His hands... his penis? Peter wondered what the texture would feel like under his fingers and on his tongue. The thought made him pump his hand even more furiously. Peter's lips parted as he thought about having his mouth rammed by the tentacle. He could still taste the vaguely sweet substance it was coated in and feel the tingly sensation it left as it slid over his tongue. Peter wondered what Wade tasted like.

As he worked, Peter's free hand wandered to his ass. The tentacles had shot a load of whatever the sweet, tingly stuff was up there, too. He had to get it out somehow. That's why he was inserting his index finger, and now his middle, too, deep inside. That and no other reason.

Peter was moaning quietly now. A low steady hum emanating from his throat. Never before in his life had Peter masturbated with his ass. Now, in a stranger's shower he was going all out, and holy shit it felt amazing.

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Still proud of himself for having recovered from his intense fanboy episode, Wade began gathering the fruits of his efforts up to take up to his new friend Pete. He loaded the steaming mug of tea, honey, his own third beer and the sandwiches he'd made in case Spidey was hungry onto a tray.

"Okay, Deady! Time to go and be a totally, normal boundary-respecting host to your good friend Peter!" Wade gushed, before climbing the stairs two at a time.

When Wade reached his room, he was horrified to find that the load of clean towels he had meant to fold earlier was still piled on top of a chair in the corner. That meant there were no clean towels in the bathroom for Spidey's shower.

Wade set the tray down on his dresser and grabbed the biggest, fluffiest towel he had before knocking timidly on the bathroom door.

"Hey, Pete? How's the water pressure? Sorry, but there's no clean towels in there so I'm gonna put one on the counter."

No response.

"Don't worry, I won't look," Wade added reassuringly through the door.

Nothing.

"Petey?"

Wade pressed his ear to the door. He could hear the water running and maybe something else. He listened harder until he unmistakably heard Spider-Man's voice crying out.

Worried his new friend was injured, Wade sprang into action.

"I'm comin', Spidey," he yelled as he burst into the bathroom.

The scene he discovered there was unbelievable.

Peter Parker was frozen in horror, mid-movement, propped up against the wall of his shower. His penis was rock-hard in one hand and two fingers of the other hand were buried in his asshole. His face was as red as the Spiderman suit.

Wade stared at him, speechless, for several seconds before recovering himself.

"I'm very sorry to have disturbed you," he said gravely before leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

One second later, only Deadpool's arm re-entered the bathroom through a crack in the door. He hurriedly pushed the towel into the sink before retreating and closing the door again.

"Is Spider-Man a literal fucking child?" Wade gasped, horrified.