DeadpoolXSpider-Man Porn Parody

Title:шую Wag The Wanker’s Tale – The SpiderUMK’s Ride

Deadpool swung through the bustling streets of New York City, his plaid-clad posterior swaying with each movement of his deadline web-shooters. As Spider-Man, Peter Parker’s secret identity, he was always on the lookout for trouble, but today there was only one thing on his mind – a much needed release.

Peter had been going non-stop for days, juggling his responsibilities as a superhero, a college student, and a part-time photographer for the Daily Bugle. The pressure was taking its toll, and he desperately needed some alone time to indulge in a little…self-care.

Spotting an empty alleyway, Peter gracefully lowered himself to the ground, swinging behind a dumpster to conceal his activities. He reached down and unzipped his black and red spandex suit, freeing his throbbing member from its confines. As he began to stroke himself, he let out a low moan, relishing the much-needed sensations.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the alleyway’s stillness. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? The elusive Spider-Man, caught in the act!” Peter’s eyes snapped open to see Deadpool, his rival and sometimes ally, leaning casually against the brick wall.

“D-Po, what the hell, man?” Peter exclaimed, quickly trying to zip himself back up. “A little privacy, please?”

Deadpool just chuckled, sauntering closer. “Come on, Spidey, there’s no need to be ashamed. We’ve all got urges, and yours just happen to be trapped in a snug, lycra prison. I totally get it.”

Peter felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, but there was something about Deadpool’s communist sarcasm that made it hard to stay pissed. “Whatever, you’re just here to gawk.”

“Oh no, mon chéri,” Deadpool purred, running a gloved hand down Peter’s chest. “I’m here to help.” With that, he dropped to his knees, eye-level with Peter’s still-exposed erection.

“U-Um…” Peter stammered, unsure of what to do. He knew this was wrong, that they were basically enemies, but the sight of Deadpool’s kinky lips hovering mere inches from his sensitive tip was already making him throb harder.

Seeming to sense his internal conflict, Deadpool looked up at Peter with those stupid, sexy smolder eyes. “Relax, kid. I won’t tell if you won’t.” With that, he leaned in and dragged his tongue along the underside of Peter’s shaft, from base to tip, swirling it around the sensitive head.

“Oh fuck…” Peter groaned, his hands flying to Deadpool’s messy hair. The wet warmth of his tongue felt incredible, and Peter couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward, wanting more. Deadpool obliged, wrapping his lips around Peter’s member and bobbing his head, taking him deeper with each movement.

Peter’s head fell back against the brick wall, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. Deadpool’s mouth was like pure sin, hot and wet and so goddamn skilled. His hands found Peter’s hips, gripping them tightly as he worked his magic, leaving suction marks on the tip before diving back down, taking him to the hilt.

It wasn’t long before Peter could feel his release building, his balls tightening with impending climax. “Deadpool, I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum,” he panted, his fingers tightening in the assassin’s hair. As if on cue, Deadpool doubled his efforts, sucking harder and faster, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside.

With a cry of Deadpool’s name, Peter erupted, his seed shooting down the merc’s eager throat. Deadpool swallowed every last drop, his mismatched eyes never leaving Peter’s face, savoring the taste of his victory.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Deadpool pulled away, licking his lips. “Mmm, always a pleasure, Spidey.”

Peter was still panting from the intensity of his orgasm, but his post-nut clarity was setting in. He quickly pushed Deadpool away, zipping up his suit and backing towards the alleyway’s entrance. “You…you shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his voice wavering slightly.

Deadpool just smirked, crossing his arms. “Aww, come on. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it. I know I did.”

Peter stared at him for a moment longer before shaking his head and swinging himself up and out of the alleyway. This was just another mess he’d have to clean up later. For now, he had to focus on more pressing matters – like how the hell he was going to get the taste of Deadpool’s mouth out of his head.

As he swung through the city streets, Peter couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of their encounter. He’d always looked down on Deadpool, viewing him as little more than a tasteeless joke. But now…now Peter wasn’t so sure. There was something about the merc’s raw, unfiltered nature that was undeniably attractive.

“I’m gonna kick his ass,” Peter muttered to himself, trying to ignore the way his semi-hard member was still straining against his suit. “Just as soon as I can walk again.”

Little did Peter know, this was only the beginning of a scandalous saga that would soon rock the world of superheroes and villains alike. Spider-Man and Deadpool had crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, and the consequences would be…well, let’s just say there was plenty of room for more bare-chested, web-slinging “collaborations” in their near future.

But until then, the gloves are off, the pants were probably off too, and it’s time to let the dirty work commence.