Johnny Is Too Embarrassed To Do Anything

The Human Torch flew back to the Baxter Building and carefully shook the ash from his underwear. His cheeks burned as he examined the absolute mess in his pants. Wet dreams were one thing, but ejaculating in mid-air! He wondered if there was something wrong with him. Yet he was glad that at least his flame powers made getting rid of the evidence easy. Once separated from his body, the emission was almost instantly incinerated, and didn't even leave a stain on his unstable molecule fabric.

Briefly, Johnny considered revealing the circumstance to Reed. It could be a sign of his powers going wonky, or maybe an STI...not that Johnny had ever heard of an STI that caused spontaneous ejaculations...or even some enemy using mind control powers. Yet Johnny felt fine now, and he felt embarrassed at the episode.

To his relief, things were fine for the next day—and a new concern. A series of fires had broken out on the lower East Side of Manhattan, and S.H.I.E.L.D. believed that the mutants Moth and Pyro were both alive, somehow, and had teamed up for an arson scam. Those were tricky villains for the Human Torch in particular, and Johnny wasn't eager to confront them directly. Yet at the same time, any time there was fire-based crime, all eyes turned towards him.

So Johnny spent a lot of time on patrol, while Sue Storm monitored the S.H.I.E.L.D. newsfeed and police scanner. They worked well together, brother and sister, their long association meaning they trusted each other completely. If Sue seemed a little distracted lately, she was completely focused now, and Johnny zipped through the air, looking for any open flame.

Yet it seemed that Pyro and the Moth were lying low for now.

It was after dinner, when the kids had gone to bed and Johnny had decided to make an early night of it, that it happened again. The Human Torch was in his bed when that tingle went through his prick, the erection instantaneous and painful in its hardness. The young blond gasped as something clamped tight against his prick, which had begun to glow from within as his internal temperature climbed. It felt like nothing else than a tight, wet twat squeezing his cock.

Yet as his hands ran through the air over and around his hard-on, Johnny couldn't feel anything. It was as though his dick was possessed, or he was fucking a ghost.

For ten long minutes he writhed helpless on the bed. He could feel the pussy move on him. Felt the sensitive glans rub against what felt like a stiff little clit. The ache in his balls grew and grew as he fought the desire to ejaculate...and yet when the moment came that Johnny could take it no more, and he felt the burning line of white-hot jizz travel the length of his now burning dick, the eruption never came. The blond man gripped the bedsheets in frustration as he felt ready to burst, and yet nothing would emerge from the end of his cock.

Until, suddenly, it ceased. The pussy vanished.

Then flaming jizz burst from the end of his cock, so that a puff of ash left a black mark on the ceiling. Johnny half-sobbed as his prick vomited cum that was instantly burning to ash, so that his abs and crotch were covered in powdery blackness. Until at last, his spent prick flopped against his stomach.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Johnny said to himself.