True Heroes
by Redkage
To John, for being super
and for Eric, who deserves a hero
Prologue
8 years ago, the Earth was struck by a strange, unprecedented meteor shower. It came so suddenly that it was as if it had just appeared out of the blue. Astronomers are baffled to how such an event had occurred without their notice, but it just happened without warning. Though many meteorites struck the Earth worldwide, there was actually very little damage. A few broken trees, wrecked fields, a car was destroyed, but luckily no significant collateral damage or casualties. After the usual excitement of such an event had died down, everyone resumed their lives like normal, as if nothing had happened.
But then, exactly five months, two weeks and four days after the meteor shower, a group of men robbed a bank at gunpoint and stuffed their bags with as much money as they could before they jumped into their getaway car. However, before they could even buckle their seatbelts, a blur of red and blue suddenly appeared in front of them. Now standing in front of their car was a huge man. The man was over 7 feet tall, his body bulging with incredibly huge muscles that no mortal man could ever hope to achieve, not even the so called 300 lbs. competitive bodybuilders. His shoulders were wider than a barn door with muscles that rubbed and rolled around each other from every movement. His arms were swollen with beefy biceps and triceps, with hands that looked like they could crush cannonballs. The stranger‘s thighs were thick as tree trunks, with two large calves supporting them. His pectorals that were simply too massive to believe, jutting out from his chest like cinderblocks capped with two pebbles for nipples. His abdominals so deep and defined that it left no doubt that there were no fat in this man‘s body. All of this was encased in a costume of what appeared to be red spandex, with a blue cape billowing in the wind behind him as he stared down at the criminals with a cocky smirk on his handsome face, even the blue mask he wore couldn‘t hide the radiance of the being before them.
Panicking, the driver stepped on the gas and tried to run over whatever the hell in front of him over. However, the figure simply smiled as he crossed his arms and allowed the car to strike him, only to watch as the front of the vehicle crumbled and twisted against his large, muscular body as if it had just ran into a steel pole. Startled, the robbers drew their guns and shot at the inhuman being before them, but the man simply smiled as the bullets bounced off harmlessly off his colossal chest. With only a simple frown, red hot beams shot out of his eyes and melted the robber‘s guns into useless pieces of scrap metal before he ripped off the roof of the car and seized all four robbers, tying them up tightly with a steel bar he had taken from a nearby construction site. After he returned the stolen money to the bank, he saluted to the amazed onlookers before he flew off into the sky, his blue cape trailing behind him.
That was the very first sighting of the many superheroes that were to come. Seemingly out of nowhere, men and woman with many amazing powers appeared to protect the people, prevent disasters and fight crime wherever it may be. Many scientists try to pinpoint the origins of these superhuman beings, but were without any leads. They even closely examined the strange meteorites that had fell upon the Earth only months before, but found nothing out of the ordinary except for a few pieces of ordinary minerals.
Where did they come from?
How did they get their powers?
Who were these Supermen and Superwomen?
The world may never know…
Chapter 1
Bret rolled his eyes as he listened to the tour guide ramble on and on. You would think that a visit to a nuclear power plant would be more interesting, but unfortunately it wasn’t anything like an episode of the Simpsons. Not only that, Their Science teacher warned them that they had to do a stupid report on what the boring bitch had to say. Luckily, however, he was paired off with a wimpy nerd named Terry. Though he couldn’t pick the shrimp out of a lineup even if he tried, he knew that the skinny fucker was one of the smartest kids in school. All he needed to do was to flex a few muscles and put in a few threats and he’d get an easy A.
Bret was your typical high school senior uber-jock. Blonde hair cut stylishly short, blue eyes that accentuated his already handsome face, and an athletic body to match it all. He was a tall 6’3” and weighed 210 lbs. of pure ripped muscle. He was not only the star quarterback, but the wrestling team captain and a fantastic baseball player. His outstanding physical development makes him the center of sexual attention at school, and that suited him just fine.
Terry, on the other hand, was just so pitiful that Bret felt like doing a full body workout whenever he saw him. The guy was like the weakest guy in school, he was so short and scrawny, a typical 5’5” 98 lbs. weakling. His brown hair was so dull and geeky, his eyes brown and boring. Terry had poor taste in style and clothing, and he wore a pair of nerdy looking glasses with a thick black frame. If it weren’t for the fact that the teacher had paired the two of them up together, Bret would never have gone near this pitiful loser.
“God, this shit if fucking boring.” Bret said under his breath as he turned his attention towards his own bicep, admiring at how developed he had gotten it recently.
“B-Bret, we should really pay attention.” Terry whispered to him, though his eyes were also locked onto Bret’s bulging arm in fascination. “W-we have to write a report together later.”
"Yeah, that reminds me. You're writing that for me," Bret says breezily, not even taking his eyes off of his muscle to look at the pathetic loser in the face.
Terry was about to reply when all of a sudden the alarm sounded. People began to shout at each other everywhere, and the class was beginning to become anxious. Their tour guide and their teacher tried to calm everyone down until someone on the intercom spoke out in a loud, clear voice. "The experimental reactor has malfunctioned! In any minute it is going to cause a nuclear explosion! Evacuate quickly, the firewalls are all to be closed in less then five minutes!”
Needless to say, everyone did what any other person would do when they find out they were going to be in the middle of a nuclear explosion; they panicked.
“Oh shit!” Bret yelled as he pushed Terry out of the way and ran for the exit, shoving his way through the other students as he sought safety.
Terry, who had been thrown off to the side, watched as everyone evacuated. Even his teacher had ran off, not bothering to look back to see if anyone had been left behind. However, Terry didn’t feel neglected or particularly hurt. In fact, it made things easier for him this way. Jumping onto his feet, he rushed off to find a nice, secluded area. Finding a nicely well covered spot behind a few large pipes, he quickly checked to make sure there weren’t anyone around, or that there were any surveillance cameras to catch what he was going to do next. When he confirmed that he was indeed alone, he closed his eyes and concentrated.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. Terry just stood there, ignoring the sounds of the sirens as he focused. Suddenly, his muscles began to grow, swelling bigger and bigger. Terry’s frame elongated and stretched up, going from 5'4" to 6'0", 6'6", 7’0” feet high! All the while, his muscles inflated and grew outwards. His shoulders grew broad and strong, his lats spreading like unfurling eagle wings. His arms pumped, his biceps inflating like two balloons being pumped up with air, but it was all solid muscle, reaching 20 inches, 22, 25, 30 inches! His legs thickened and bulked up like there was no tomorrow, reaching certified tree-trunk status. His chest bowled out incredibly as they become some of the biggest pecs in the world, with a killer eight pack below them to match. Just before his clothes could tear open from his swelling mass, they suddenly shimmer and transform into a tight white and blue spandex-like suit with a star that hugged every inch of his now muscular body. When he was done transforming, he was a 7'0" 410 lbs. muscle hulk. Even his face had drastically changed, his chin now wide and masculine, his eyes electric blue and his wavy hair stark white. His glasses had also transformed into a black mask as well, further protecting his identity.
Now transformed, he bent his legs slightly before leaping into the air, flying straight through the ceiling and breaking outside, the debris being swept off his muscular body by the wind. Quickly he flew out into the middle of the plant and using his super hearing, he found out where the experimental reactor was located. In a big whoosh he flew there and crashed through the roof once more, hovering inside of the plant as he surveyed the situation. The experimental reactor was vibrating wildly and scorching hot steam was shooting out. A few, brave men were trying to contain it, but it was so hot and dangerous that they were unable to get near it. There was no doubt that the reactor would soon reach the critical point and explode in one of the biggest disasters in history.
With great speed he swooped down and busted through the ceiling, landing right next to the giant reactor chamber. Several men shouted warnings of the extreme heat and radiation, but those were nothing when brought against a superhero. Careful not to tear any holes in the hull and causing an early explosion, he ripped the entire chamber out of its foundation and lifted it above his head like it was nothing, his shoulders and large biceps bulging from the action. A brilliant blue nimbus immediately surrounded the reactor, containing it in a force field that would protect everyone else in case the reactor blew up before he could properly dispose of it. Then, he flew out through the opening in the ceiling, breaking it open even more now that he was carrying the huge reactor, and appeared in the sky above the power plant. Captain Cosmos heaved his mighty shoulders and launched the reactor as hard as he could into the sky. The reactor flew up and up and up, breaking free of the Earth’s atmosphere and gravitational pull as it flew into space where it detonated harmlessly. Once the danger was over, he began to descend back down towards the power plant’s parking.
“Up there, in the sky!”
“Look, it’s Captain Cosmos!”
“He saved us!”
“Captain Cosmos, over here!”
Terry couldn’t help but smile just a bit. Though he was doing all of this out of completely unselfish reasons, the way they cheered his name made him feel a sense of pride. Slowly, he landed on the black top and looked as people began to gather around him, keeping a respectable distance. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Bret was the closest person to him, safe and sound. He made a mental sigh of relief to see the jock alright and unharmed. However, he could never let on his true emotions, so he crossed his arms and put up a strong appearance.
“Is everyone alright?” Captain Cosmos asked with his deep and masculine voice as he placed his hands on his narrow hips, causing his chest to flare outwards impressively. Bret, who was standing so close to his idol, couldn’t help his rather hefty dick in his briefs inflate at the sight of the huge and powerful superhero. He hadn't told anyone else at high school, because it could mean instant ostracizing from everyone, but he was gay, especially for Capt. Cosmos. Sure, there were plenty of other superheroes that were bigger, stronger and more muscular, but there was just something about those huge, steely muscles, that handsome and smooth face, those big, tight buttocks that made him hard whenever he thought of that incredible man.
A bit flustered from seeing his sexual object of lust just a few short feet away, he tried to think coherently and failed. “Uh, I, uh..." I mutter like an idiot. “I guess we're okay, thanks to you.”
"That's good to know." Capt. Cosmos nodded. He hadn't failed to notice how Bret was attracted to him as the big, powerful superhero with his Empath powers, but it pained him that the jock thought nothing of him as ordinary Terry. It was disheartening to know that the person he cared about most only loved one side of him, while hating the other. There had been many times when he wanted to tell Bret his secret identity, but alas it was not meant to be. Plus, he wanted to love him for who he really was and not some man in a cape.
There are other people more suitable for you. A voice in his head told him. Why do you wish for someone so shallow?
He may be a bit shallow, Aethar, but he has some good qualities to him as well. He thought back as he looked at Bret in the corner of his eye. God, he wanted to kiss him so much right here and now, to feel his weight on top of him as they made love, but it wouldn’t be right. To take advantage of Bret’s feelings would be low.
Bret, on the other hand, was more than welcomed to be taken advantage of. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel those huge, superhuman muscles flex and bulge underneath his hands. “Y-you were amazing, Cap!” He said, trying to prolong the hero’s stay so he could gaze upon that glorious physique that looked pumped up from having thrown the reactor into space. If there hadn’t been any people watching, he might’ve just thrown himself at Captain Cosmos, burying himself into those steely muscles and kissed his huge pecs.
Captain Cosmos, feeling Bret’s desire, simply looked down and him and smiled. “I am just doing what I can to help anyone in need.” He said rather heroically. “Well, I must be off now. So long, and take care!” Without another word, he rose into the air and flew off, vanishing from sight.
“Ah, fuck…” Bret moaned. He was so close, and yet so far. His dick was raging in his briefs from such a close encounter that his bulge was visible. Luckily, no one saw it as quickly focused his mind on the most disgusting things he could think of to douse his libido and kill his erection.
About fifteen minutes later while the teacher is doing a head count, Terry appeared from the power plant, running and huffing as he made his way to the group. When he reached Bret, he stopped and bent over in exhaustion. “Is…it…over…?” He asked, out of breath. “I…got…lost….in there.”
Bret just grunt noncommittally as he didn't even look to see who was asking. He just stared at where Capt. Cosmos had disappeared, longing.
Yes, a real charmer this one Terry. Aethar said sarcastically.
Shut up Aethar. Terry told him.
Later, after the teacher had made sure everyone was present and accounted for, told the class to board the bus. Bret, still staring off day dreamingly towards where his hero had disappeared was the last on the bus. As fate would have it Bret and Terry were somehow forced to sit next to each other when Bret found out the only open seat left was next to the skinny wimp. If he had been quicker, he would have been able to score his place next to one of his buddies. He almost pulled someone out of their chairs so he could take their spots instead, but the teacher started squawking at him to sit down right away so they could finally take off. Giving a short grunt of disgust, he reluctantly sat down next to Terry and pretended he wasn’t there.
Well, here’s you chance to get a little closer to your crush. Aethar mentally nudged him.
Quit teasing me already, Aethar. Terry told him ruefully. If it were possible to glare at the inside of your own head, Terry did it.
After a full ten minutes of silence between them, Terry finally got the nerve to try to start up a conversation between them. “So…I heard Capt. Cosmos saved us back there. I wish I had been there to see it.” He started off with the subject Bret would definitely respond to, even though it always felt weird to talk about himself like this.
"Yeah, he's pretty fucking amazing," Bret said wistfully. Captain Cosmo’s brawny chest was still vivid and clear in his imagination, those nipples you could almost make out underneath that fabric...Shit; he was starting to get hard again! Quickly he diverted his mind to prevent himself from getting an erection, especially in front of someone like Terry!
"Yes, he is." Terry agreed, emotionally mixed about Bret’s reaction. He could feel Bret’s attraction to Capt. Cosmos so well that it is fueling his own libido, but he also felt the cold indifference he had towards him. It was killing him, that type of emotional and physical torture. "So...how’s your teams doing? You all playing well this year?" He asked this, even though he already knew the answer because he had been to every single one of Bret’s games ever since he first laid eyes on the high school stud.
“Great, as usual.” He replied as if it were a given. “I’m practically kickin’ every other school’s asses almost single-handedly.” He bragged cockily, flexing his arm and watching how his powerful bicep rose and almost tore the sleeve of the tight shirt he was wearing.
"You're so incredible, Bret." Terry said admirably. His eyes keep on flicking to Bret’s arm almost hungrily. Although Terry’s arms as Capt. Cosmos were far greater, He still couldn't help but want to feel Bret’s up within his hands. "What about your regular classes? I've heard Coach Kyle complaining to Mr. Jenkins when he gave you an F on your last test."
"Yeah, coach looks out for me," Bret said. "Even if I fail all my classes, he's gonna make sure I get my diploma."
"But, I've heard from the vice principal that he'll have no choice but to put you on academic probation if you don't pass your next algebra test." Terry said to him. "If that happens, you won't be able to play in any games until your grade rises again."
“I can easy cheat a C on that test.” Bret shrugged, not even fazed by the news.
“I’ll watch him like a hawk. The minute he tries to pull a fast one, I’ll be on that muscle-head and he’ll be off his precious teams in no time.” Those were the words that Terry had heard using his super hearing from Mr. McQueen, Bret’s algebra teacher as he passed by his classroom just the other day. Quickly Terry shook his head to prevent Bret from getting banned. "He'll be watching you closely because he has a grudge on you and he knows that you’re going to try something, so you won't be able to cheat your way through it. Plus, you need a B on the test in order to stay on the team. If you want I can tutor you?" He said hopefully, amazed that he had even suggested the idea.
Bret thought about it for a minute, even though thinking wasn’t exactly his strong suit. If what the little nerd said was true, then it could mean some serious problems to his carefree life. Plus Mr. McQueen DID seemed a little mad whenever he disrupted the class by doing a little flex and causing all of the girls to giggle. If that old fart really was out to get him, then cheating or getting his coach to pull him out wasn’t going to work which left…
“Well….fine.” He said a bit reluctantly. “But I’m not going to pay you or anything! And don’t you be expecting any special treatment at school either!”
"I wasn't going to ask for any payment." Terry smiled a bit shyly. "I'm just doing what I can to help someone in need." he said.
Bret turned and looked at Terry oddly for a moment. For some reason, he sounded oddly like Captain Cosmos had a few minutes ago. Or was that just his imagination? “Okay, come over to my place on Saturday at seven. And you better not make me wait, alright?” He threatened by making his muscles bulge outwards to intimidate him.
“A-alright then.” Terry stuttered, his eyes going wide. But it wasn’t from intimidation, but from awe of watching Bret’s hard earned muscles flex and strain against the flimsy clothing that dared try to contain his hot physique, and also with longing to have his love returned.
There’s no hope for you, is there? Aethar sighed.
None at all Terry agreed as he stared lustfully at Bret’s body.