Title: Late Autumn Fantasy

Author: MM (Feedback will be forwarded by the webmistress: [email protected])

Website: none

Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Gambit/Havok, Iceman/Angel

Series/Sequel: unfinished, parts 1-2

Summary: Bobby is dreaming and then has a hot encounter in the shower.

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Late Autumn Fantasy

By MM

 

Chapter One

The sun set, painting the mansion of Charles Xavier with glowing colors. The now maroon sky in which the blaring sun rested, was almost perfect, virtually cloudless. Two, three clouds dotted the beautiful sky and they too were colored with the sun's light.

Leaves, colored gold, muave and amber fell with grace, but with no effort, on the now discolored grass and underbrush that was scattered equally among the front lawn. The small animals, having sensed that autumn was near, hid in their small shelters in trees and under the ground from the gentle breeze that caressed the earth. Life, all that is physically moving, had almost ceased to exist except for the late geese that flew in formations to the warm south from New England and Canada.

But this state of mind, or bliss, which seemed to be from a child's fairy tale book, was much different behind the walls of the large and luxurious mansion, owned by Charles Xavier, and dubbed a center for Gifted Children.

Inside, everyone was safe from the cool breeze and the colored leaves. The countless fire places blazed with golden flames that cracked and spat small shards of hot wood and ash. In front of one of those fire places sat Psylocke, deep with thought over whether the room in which she sat should have the deep green or cream colored wallpaper. She wore a light blue t-shirt, with the word XAVIER, imprinted in plain black text. And this shirt was tucked in neatly into faded blue jeans. Beside her stood Iceman and Jean Grey, also deep in thought; well, at least that was what seemed to be the case. Jean Grey, a voluptuous red head, wearing a plain purple sweat shirt with a pair of black denims, was annoyed with Psylocke's unrushed decision.

She snatched the two samples of wallpaper from Psylocke and with a confused or rather angered look exclaimed, "How long will it take you to pick the color? We've got three other rooms to do!"

"Surely, you don't think I'm being too slow in decision making?"

"Do hurry up"

"Alright. Go with the deep green one."

"But wouldn't the cream one accent the bleached oak floor boards?"

"Well... no; the deep green should-"

She was interrupted by Bobby Drake's, Iceman's, words. "Hurry up! We've done one room in three hours! How long..." He stopped to look at his watch. "Well look at the time! It's eight thirty five! Time for me to go and... uh... catch up on my... uh... reading," he said half sarcastically. He was a terrible liar, most of the time.

He gave the two women a smile and walked away, kind of embarrassed about his choice of words. Reading? Since when the hell do I read? He thought to himself. Well, I do read the profiles of the men in the gay magazines. That satisfied him, and he walked in a decent pace up the flight of stairs to the long hallway that led to his room. His room was the third on the left and was probably the smallest in the mansion. He opened the heavy oak door, and found the room a mess. But that was nothing new to him. He didn't care too much for order and cleanliness in his room, but he wouldn't wear anything that's not a brand name. This, of course, was a trait he inherited from once living with his well off family. He hadn't had too much luck with women, not that it mattered. He seldom dated, and when he did it was to cover what he could of his preference in sex.

His room was a complete disaster. He had forgot to close his window and the wind had tossed papers on his desk around and brought in leaves from outside. He found the supposedly cool breeze to be quite warm, compared to what went on last autumn. He picked up the scattered papers and shoved them into a desk drawer and threw the leaves out the window.

The untidy nature of his room made him uneasy, so he picked up worn clothes and shoved them into his closet. He fixed the framed painting of a muscular man on a horse and shoved the porn magazines under his bed, along with a couple of scraps of paper and a pen. He adjusted the mirror above his bed and fixed his sandy blonde hair. But, it fell back to it's original spot, as it's naturally wavy. Once again, he glanced at his watch and noticed it was already nine forty five, and he thought he ought to get some sleep after spending three hours with two women who helped save the earth, but couldn't even place wallpaper right. Now, something was wrong with that picture.

As he took off his shirt to gaze upon his beautifully toned body, he accidentally knocked down the mirror. It fell upon his bed, and luckily didn't break. Not because he was superstitious; simply because he'd have to clean up. As he planned to put the mirror back up, he noticed a small hole in the wall. He'd never seen this hole before, because his room used to be Jubilee's, and then stood empty for quite some time. He thought it was a hole made for a wire or something of that sort, but realized that it wasn't. He looked through it and he noticed that something was blocking it. He put his finger in the small hole but couldn't move it. He remembered that it was a guest bedroom and recalled that Alex stayed there when he came up to the mansion, as it was his old room. He figured he should go into the bordering room and see what exactly the hole was for and what was blocking it. He moved his clothing which he had earlier discarded and put on an old shirt in which he slept. He fixed his boxers and then left his room.

The bordering room was much like his, only cleaner and with better decor. The window too, was much larger and the bed was made, unslept in for quite a while. The linens were fresh and the whole room was scented with lilacs for some reason. The Persian rug at the foot of the bed seemed new, even though it had probably been there for a couple of years. Bobby scanned the room for any pictures on the wall. He found three, two were on the opposite wall and one was on the wall that bordered his room. He took it down and looked through the hole, he could clearly make out his room. He could see his bed, the desk and the other wall, but couldn't make out the window. What the hell could it be?? He asked himself, puzzled. A peep hole? He thought again. It could be; Jubilee could have made it, or Alex could've. Presuming that it was Jubilee who made the hole for some odd reason, he hung up the picture and left the room to get some shut eye.

He awoke the next morning, ready for training in the Danger Room. It was 6:30 am, half an hour before training would start. So, he got up, slowly, and decided to look out the window. It was a clear autumn morning, the sun shinning and the bleak wind blowing the colorful leaves around the property. Bobby pulled off his sleep gear, ready to get dressed but his reflection in the mirror compelled him to admire himself. His hair fell haphazardly on his forehead, and his somewhat tanned skin made the sandy blonde color of it stand out. Icy blue eyes and a well defined face, along with a nice smile, made him quite popular among the females in high school. His well defined body, obtained through weekly work outs in the danger room, kept him fit, and happy and also gave him an opportunity to eat a bit of take out and junk food once in a while.

He turned from the mirror to see his backside. His buttocks was firm, but not tanned giving Bobby a great tanline. He slipped a finger in his arse and started to finger it; then slipping in another, and then another finger, rubbing gently. He ass hadn't ever been penetrated, although Bobby enjoyed fingering himself. He them removed his fingers from his arse, rubbed them clean with a tissue and turned away from the mirror. He then sat on the bed, planning to put on a pair of boxers. But, as he was about too, he looked at his penis. It was pretty long, for what a guy his age would have. Seven inches. Not bad Bobby boy, he thought. Not bad at all!. Now, if only I could catch a guy or two, then I'd be happy.

Putting on his uniform, quickly, he ran out his room down the stairs and a down couple of floors, he turned right, left then walked down the corridor and turned left again and found himself in front of the massive doors that led into the 'Danger Room'. He punched in the code to enter and the computer identified him and he was let in. Inside, the huge computer simulated room was lit brightly with fluorescent lights and the jabber of voices echoed off the walls.

Storm stood in her deep blue uniform and cut white hair drinking coffee next to Cyclops. Gambit was, like usual, trying to hit on Rouge, who wasn't at all charmed by his constant french/english jabbering. Phoenix was punching in some code in the selection box, and was obviously pissed off at the thing. Psylocke was adjusting her tight uniform, obviously not bothered by Angel eyeing her breasts.

Just as Bobby entered the room, Professor Xavier, looking down from his raised compartment, protected by everything-proof glass, stated, "Today's training session will begin with the anti-mutant programmed Sentinels. To accompany you, I have invited Polaris and Havok, members of the X-Factor, who have a large range of expertise in battle with the Sentinels. Alright then, computer, let them in; here they are". Polaris and Havok came into the large room and positioned themselves in a certain area, obviously being informed about what the simulated situation would be. The scenery changed into a small forested area, with a blue creek as well as a tall mountain that turned out to be X-Factor's base, simulated of course.

Five sentinels appeared, four of which were crowded together. Storm immediately rose gracefully into the air, blasting the heart of the giant robot, crushing it. Then, the rest of the mutants went into action and the Sentinels were defeated. So, the training session went on into the late afternoon.

Bobby left the 'Danger Room' quickly after they were dismissed and went up to his room. He figured he might as well go to bed, there was nothing new to do. Most of the other X-Men went into the dining room for supper. Bobby wasn't hungry; and besides Jean was cooking and her food tastes like something that came out of a dumpster, just before being run over by a few trucks and such.

Suddenly he noticed that someone was walking behind him. By the heavy footsteps, he could tell it wasn't a woman. He quickly glanced behind him and saw it was Havok. What Havok was going to do up here in the living quarters he didn't know. He didn't care too much either. Bobby went into his room, and Alex Summers, aka Havok, went into the bordering one. Surprised, Bobby quickly undressed, put on his sleeping boxers and his old t-shirt. Bobby heard rustling in Alex's room, and heard footsteps in the hallway. Then, he heard even more rustling and then a loud thump. Curious to know what was happening, Bobby took down the mirror, and looked up to the peep hole. The picture in the other room had fallen and he could see what was happening... what the hell was going on...

Gambit hooked his fingers into the elastic of Alex's shorts and pulled the flimsy material down his legs. When his cock was freed, it flopped obscenely then hung in a free-standing erection, precum oozing from the exposed head. Alex was in heaven! He knew it would be great to be with Remy, but this was even better than his best fantasy. Wasting no time, Alex stood up and the two of them got onto the bed. Alex crawled between Remy's legs and grabbed his dark-haired lover's enormous cock, fisting it, then lowering his mouth to it and deepthroating the entire 9 inches in one try. Remy gasped in amazement and at the incredible sensation this caused over his whole body. He spread his legs as wide as he could, groaned loudly, then put his hands behind his head, sniffed his raunchy armpits, and looked down his hairy chest and stomach to watch Alex make love to him.

Remy could feel his balls churning, and he didn't want to cum yet. He pulled Alex off his cock, and a big grin spread across his face as he saw the long stream of precum that connected his wet cock to Alex's chin. What a hot sight! Remy raised himself up, then pressed his mouth against Alex's. The two humpy mutants kissed like crazy. Their sweaty chests mashed each other. Their hard cocks humped each other's stomachs. And they loved the feel of each other's hairy sexy legs.

Remy looked into Alex's eyes, then with tears in his own he said: "Alex, I think I'm in love with you."

Alex choked up, but managed to blurt out: "Oh fuck, Gambit. It can't happen but we can always... do it."

The two men continued to kiss and make out with unbridled passion.

Soon, Remy was on top of Alex. He looked down at his lover's incredible body - hairy armpits, smooth chest, large nipples, hairy stomach, large balls, huge cock ("God, it's almost as big as mine! It must be at least 9inches!"), and gorgeous legs. Alex was so blond that his legs didn't appear hairy until you got up close. Then you could see the thick, blonde fur covering his calves and thighs. Remy made love to Alex, kissing and licking his entire body, then sucking his cock, savoring the flavor of his precum and sweat, realizing he had waited too long to do this. Alex could feel the cum rising his balls, and, not wanting to blow his wad yet, he pulled Remy off his cock.

The two men kissed some more, then Alex asked Remy if he would fuck him. Remy responded with a quick, "Fuck,yes!". Remy smiled that beautiful smile of his, then told Alex to get on his hands and knees.

When Alex was in position, Remy buried his face in Alex's sweaty crack. Alex gasped as he felt Gambit's tongue work over his ass, then probe his virgin asshole. When he had slobbered all over it, Remy pressed a finger against the tiny, tight muscle. Pressing harder, he forced his way in past the second knuckle, then buried the entire finger in Alex's tight butt. Alex grunted, and Remy told him to relax.

"Easy for you to say!" Alex responded.

Soon, however, Remy was working two, then three fingers in and out of Alex's tight ass, and Alex was groaning and begging for more. Not one to disappoint, Remy spit on his throbbing erection, jacked himself off a bit, then pressed the head of his massive cock against Alex's hungry hole. "Are you ready, stud? Do you want me to fuck you?" asked Remy.

"Yeah. Do it! Fuck my ass! FUCK ME NOW!"

Remy pressed hard, burying almost half of his dick in Alex's virgin butt. Alex screamed at the pain, and Remy stopped, but Alex yelled at him to keep going. The blond mutant waited again, Remy began stuffing the rest of his erection up the asshole.

"Oh fuck, you're really tight, baby! God, you have a GREAT ass, Alex." Gambit pulled his cock all the way out, then shoved it in again, causing Alex to squeal some more.

"Fuck me, Remy. Oh God, YEAH! FUCK MY ASS." Remy pulled his dripping cock out of Alex's hole, then turned his lover over, grabbed his legs, spread them wide, then started fucking him missionary style. Remy wanted to watch Alex's face while he made love to him. He loved the feel of his bed mate's incredibly sexy legs against his own sweaty torso as he fucked his stud ass.

Alex was on fire. He couldn't believe how hot and turned on he was. He had known it would be great, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined it would be like this. As Gambit leaned toward him, Alex's grabbed at the back of Remy's neck and pressed their mouths together. They slobbered on each other's faces, Remy continuing to plow Alex's tight young ass. Alex could feel the cum boiling in his nuts, and he pushed Remy back up so he could stroke his huge erection. Both men were sweating profusely. Remy pounded Alex's hot asshole with his 9-inch jockmeat, and Alex jerked off his own 10-inch prick. They were raunch rapping at each other, Alex taking the lead, obscenities flying out of his mouth as he reached greater and greater sexual highs. Suddenly, his balls let loose. He yelled at Remy that he was going to shoot. "FUCK, HERE IT CUMMMMMS. I'M GONNA SHOOOOOT!"

Remy yelled back at him, "YEAH, cum for me you tight-assed young stud. CUMMMMM, BABY!" Alex's cock exploded, with volley after volley of virgin jock juice flying all over himself. His stomach and chest, his face, his hair. Still more cum on his arm and on his gorgeous blond body. He continued to rub Remy's hairy jock legs against his as his cock let loose with still more jism. As Alex finished shooting his load, Remy pulled his throbbing prick out of Alex's ass. Alex grabbed it and fisted it, pulling Gambit off in just a few seconds. "Oh yes. OH YESSSS! I'M CUMMINGGGG! FUUUCK!" Gambit's balls unleashed a gallon of jock cream, spray after spray hitting Alex's face and chest, then his own sweat-soaked stud body. He lay back on the bed, his legs spread wide.

Both men lay in exhaustion, sweaty and hot. Alex glanced at the clock on the chest drawer. "Shit, it's late. Lorna must be wondering-" he stopped. Both of them got up, pulled their clothes on and ran out of the room quickly, so that their female 'lovers' wouldn't know what happened.

On the other side of the wall, Bobby's erection was throbbing. His body was hot and sweat lined his sexy face. His breathing was heavy and the smell of jism filled his nostrils. Wasting no time, he put the mirror on the wall and left his room. He headed for the room where Remy and Alex had made love. He opened the door, and the smell of cum was very strong. The bed where it all had happened was messed up, the picture still on the floor. He sat on the bed, which was still hot from the two men. He hand ran along the bed sheet and suddenly... it came upon some hot jism. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking the smooth white juice. It was bittersweet, and smooth to the touch of his tongue.

He climbed unto the hot bed and lay on his stomach, rubbing the sweet oozing liquid on himself . It warmed him up, aroused him greatly. He hoped that he could hook up with Alex and Remy and have a threesome. His erection grew... he wanted so much to masturbate so bad. But he couldn't - someone could walk in at anytime. But his temptation led him to go for it. He pulled down his boxers, grabbing his cock. He took it, stroking it, moaning softly as he was thinking of Alex and Remy. As Bobby masturbated, soft footsteps came closer and closer. Bobby couldn't hear; we has too preoccupied. But as the handle of the door turned, Bobby was alert, frozen in fear, unable to move. Bobby's fist was on his erect shaft, his boxers at his ankles as the door swung open and Alex walked in.

 

Chapter Two - Angelic Encounter

Bobby Drake awoke. His palms, forehead and the bridge of his nose were beaded with sweat. Was what he saw, if he saw it, real? Or was it a dream? A really wet dream...? He closed his eyes but could remember only slight bits of what had occurred, if it did occur, that evening. His memory blocked out most of what had happened. He didn't want to hesitate. He wanted to find out, to know. But he was still trembling from what he had seen, if he did see it. There would only be one way to know. He got up from his bed, how he got here from the bed in the other room, he did not know, but if his memory was right... He pulled down the mirror but to his dismay, there was no peep hole through which he had seen, if he had seen it, a spectacle. So, if he didn't witness what he had thought he did, then what the hall happened? As soon as he reached into his boxers he found out. His fingers met the oozing substance. So it was a wet dream, he thought. OK, that's that, he figured. He pulled on his clothes and made his way down to the showers to get what he dreamt last night out of his head.

Angel stood towering over his room. His pure white wings spread out in their full glory. He perfectly toned body also stood in its full glory, only his penis and tight ass was covered with a pair of briefs. His honey-blonde hair fell gloriously over his forehead, almost covering his sea blue eyes. Bored out of his mind, he decided to take a shower.

As Bobby entered the steamy shower room, he noticed someone fumbling with the shower handles. When he turned the corner, he noticed Angel was standing butt naked under the shower, his face was under the water, and he was working a bar of soap between his ass as he lifted and separated each cheek, exposing the crack of his ass. As he turned around Bobby got to look at the rest of his body, which reminded him of a buffet that looked so good you're afraid to mess it up by eating it. His chest hung about an inch over his stomach. Angel had this thin layer of almost invisible hair that laid down under the pressure of the water, and spread in the center his chest, and down the center of his stomach, to a lustrous mound of golden hair that almost buried his dick, and continued down his legs. His nipples looked like the tip of a blueberry ice cream cone, when you're just two bites away from saying Ummmmm, that's good. As he watched Angel massage his chest with the soap, his dick started to get bone hard, raising his boxers off his thigh. Half way down he could see the head of his dick straining against his clothes wanting to be free, of the cloth that confined it. Bobby grabbed his dick as he continued to watch Angel move the soap over his hard, lean, body. With his back to the water, he leaned back arching so the water continued to pour down his face, and drip off his blue dick, like a waterfall over a tree limb. Bobby had to force himself not to kneel in front of him and drink the water as it spewed off his dick. God, Bobby thought, I'm so fucking thirsty.

Angel had so much golden hair around his dick, it looked like it was growing half way up his shaft. The base of his dick was wider than any other part, and the head looked like one of those big umbrellas, you get when purchasing cologne from a department store, thought Bobby. Bobby found himself wondering if he could get all of Angel's dick down his throat, and lick his balls at the same time. His fantasy was interrupted by Angel lathering his dick, and balls that were just as blue, covered with golden hair as his crotch. His nuts were the size of walnuts hanging from the limb of a hundred year old oak tree. Angel continued to rub the soap over his dick from tip to base carefully sliding it in and out of his hand. Angel's dick wasn't even hard, as he stood under the water continuing to arch his back, while his pelvis thrust forward making his fat dick pivot between his big nuts, and swing from side to side as he twisted slowly under the power of the water.

Without realizing it, Bobby had pulled his t-shirt over his head exposing his hard sleek chest, allowing the warm breeze to fall on the left side of his body enveloping him with the illusion that Angel was slowly working his way up the left side of his body with the tip of his tongue, and the heat of his breath. Angel unzipped Bobby's pants, and grabbed his bone hard seven and a half inch dick, which stuck straight out, as it cleared the opening in his jeans, and began to squeeze and pull on it entranced by the presentation. Bobby wasn't as tall as Angel, in fact his lips only reached Angel's chin. Bobby noticed Angel's dick was starting to grow. It now looked like a huge blue banana, pointing up and away from his stomach. Bobby's earlier predictions were a little off, because Angel was surely carrying a ten. Angel was standing there looking at his cock still unaware of Bobby's presence as he continued to soap it up, waving it back and forth like a long stick being firmly grasped between fore finger and thumb; up and down.

Bobby's mouth watered as the top half of his ten inch dick, bent slightly under it's own weight. Once again Angel closed his eyes and tilted his head back, while he stroked his dick up and down with his right hand and held it with his left. He opened his right hand so it passed over his dick ever so lightly, creating a tingling sensation as the hard water bounced off the head of his dick.

It was then that Bobby knew what he was going to do, he quietly took off his shirt, pants, and sneakers, and left them where they fell. With the water falling and Angel's present state of excitement, approaching him undetected was easy. Bobby kneeled in front of him, instantly getting soaked from the water that splashed off his body, and making Bobby a sure win for the next wet t-shirt contest. Bobby's nipples were hard, and his well built forty-four inch chest displayed them very well. He was now close enough to smell the fresh scent of his manhood, and view his magnificent dick without the mist, being created by the hot water. With Angle's cock hard, his big balls looked even more impressive, as they hung underneath his big dick. Bobby wondered what they'd feel like hitting against his nuts, while he pounded his ass. I'm only gonna have one chance to make this work and I don't want to fuck it up, thought Bobby. Bobby heard moans emitting from Angel's mouth, as he leaned back even farther to allow his face to escape the danger of the water.

Angel's breathing became heavier as Bobby watched the ripples in his stomach begin to move, like a rock being skimmed across a lake. His knees began to buckle, and his legs quivered slightly from being in this erotic stance. Bobby was hovering his mouth over the head of Angel's dick waiting for the second he'd begin to cum. He grunted and Bobby knew this was it, the time, as well as Angel had cum, he grabbed his dick with his right hand and slid it down his long curve, allowing his left hand to squeeze his left nipple, as Bobby engulfed his dick with his mouth in one sweeping downward motion. He moved his right hand and moaned "Ooooh, Aaah, Yeah." Iceman began to feel his hot thick nut shoot out of his dick. Angel took his right hand, and held Bobby's head in place while he fed Bobby more dick, and all his nut. Angel was nutting so much and Bobby tried to move his head to keep from swallowing, or worse choking, but he grabbed Bobby's head with both hands and pulled Bobby into him while he slammed his damn blue dick into the back of Iceman's throat. Bobby had no choice but to swallow the sweet celery tasting cream, squirting out of Angel's dick. The intensity of it all made Bobby moan as he jerked his dick between his tall solid legs and wondered how much more of this Bobby could take. Bobby still had his head locked between Angel's hairy thighs that were flexing each time his dick passed Bobby's tonsils."Milk, it does a body good," thought Bobby.

Nearing his own climax, Bobby began to eat Angel's dick with a vengeance, causing Angel to look down, and yell: "Bobby... No more... what we... did while in X-factor was... was enough..."

Bobby grabbed his jaw in shock, and exploded in anger. Spinning around he swept his legs out from under him. "Alright then," said Bobby, "if that's how you feel... then..." His actions were to fast for his words; he grabbed the nearest towel and wiped the water from his body. He reached for his discarded clothes that lay half wet on the floor. Bobby didn't even look back to see Angel standing in the still running showers. Bobby knew where he wasn't wanted. He didn't have to be told twice.

 

TBC in Part 3