Meeting Black Canary and her husband

Rays of sunlight hit the sands of the beach. Aaron didn't think in a hundred years that he'd be vacationing at a nude colony, yet that was his fortune for the week. Selina was also with him, having recovered. It wasn't like he didn't have the money to afford a week at a five-star resort but with her thievery she was richer.

It was something straight out of a Hollywood film. The surf stands, the crystal sea, the immense crowd of people; of bachelor bros and tourists, taking pictures, snorkelling, enjoying their time together. There actually wasn't as much sand as Aaron expected. With every passing wave, the beach became more and more eroded. That was what it felt like, anyway.

There wasn't much space for setting up a beach umbrella. Everybody was tightly squeezed together, the summer heat and their body heat mingling together for a sweaty and intimate ambience.

"Nice weather we're having, hm?"

Selina was resting on a long folding chair, her figure covered in the shadow of their shared umbrella. Her eyes were hidden by a dark pair of sunglasses, making it difficult to discern her intentions, and she spoke in the same firm tone she was known for.

"I suppose," Aaron responded, mostly out of courtesy. Pressing his knees against his chest, his expression calm. A pretty looking blonde caught his eye and he immediately turned his gaze sidewards to his companion.

"How long are we staying?" Selina asked.

"Till they're done arguing."

Which they weren't. Aaron checked.

Selina bit the insides of his cheek. Clearly, Selina was in a hurry to leave. In fact, he would bet that behind those sunglasses she was irritated by their circumstances. Aaron wasn't. He was fine chilling here like this.

He had a very good reason for acting so quiet and reserved. For keeping to himself instead of going out to the waters and the open sands.

It was his dick. A massive fucking behemoth dangling between his crotch. It was way too distracting. If he talked to anyone, he received an arousing look, an envious glance, or unabashed ogling.

It wasn't his fault. Really, it wasn't. A nine inch flaccid dong was not within a person's control; coconut-sized testicles weren't either.

Not a single man on the beach, no, the entire nude colony, shared the same discomfort he did. Some had above average penises but nothing that hindered their ability to walk. They weren't cursed with a horse cock like he was. Seeing those sexy bodies walk past him, seeing the pronounced breasts of young women and their swaying ass cheeks, it took everything good in him to not get an erection.

Aaron was aware of the effect he had on women. Not just his manhood but his face. He was attractive in an endearing dark way, or so he was told. Whenever he received a sultry look, he was reminded that yes, he was a good looking man in his twenties on top of being well-hung. The ultimate dream. The final prize. The unattainable reality.

"I'm going to grab some ice cream," Selina announced, suddenly rising from her leisure. "What flavour do you want?"

"Caramel."

Selina stretched her arms high in the air. Without her bikini, her form was accentuated in the best way. "Let's see if they have them, babe."

Selina was sexy in a modern sort-of way. Perfectly shaped and like an hourglass, flirty to the point of provocation, and her voice smooth and sultry. Her breasts were perked and constantly erect, a sign of her fertility and stamina.

He watched her leave him with uncontrollable desire. His eyes swept the beach. For some reason, he felt as though the people were looking back at him. Was he being too obvious? Or was it because Selina just left?

As Selina walked away, Aaron found himself at the centre of two blondes. A man with green eyes, a distinct moustache and goatee, and a built figure. Abs, broad shoulders, a thick five inch dick, the whole package.

But the woman beside him was—

'Fuck…!'

Aaron almost got hard looking up at her. A hand on her hip, a skeptical nrow raise, the woman was the personification of a blonde buxom. Big titties, a clean pussy, thicc legs, and a little smirk accompanied by blue eyes. And he thought Stephanie was a blonde bombshell. God damn, this woman was on a whole other level.

He smiled politely, sensing their curiosity. The woman's inquisitive nature couldn't be contained any longer.

"So, who are you exactly?" the blonde lady asked, her eyes locked onto his.

Aaron leaned back casually, enjoying the spotlight. "Name's Aaron. Just a regular guy enjoying the beach. And you?"

"Oliver," the man stepped in. "And that's my wife, Dinah."

Those names weren't foreign to him. Oliver and Dinah were the names of the Green Arrow and Black Canary. Dick mentioned them a couple times.

Plus, those thighs? Even without stockings, he couldn't mistake those babies. He had jerked off to pictures of the Black Canary a couple times in the past. She was a Gotham City legend.

Dinah's skepticism was evident on her. "Regular guy? With Selina Kyle?"

Aaron chuckled. "Well, sometimes life surprises you, doesn't it?"

Aaron stood up and unveiled his manhood. That was when looks were exchanged. That was when understanding settled.

"You cucked Bruce Wayne?" Oliver nearly laughed.

"They're not together, so no, I wouldn't say that."

…yeah, he sort-of did.

"You deeefinitely cucked him," Oliver said, lips bent upwards. "This is hilarious! Finally, something against the bat!"

Dinah licked her lips, glanced up at him, and smiled.

Aaron chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly. "Size isn't everything, you know."

"Imagine your girl getting fucked by a twelve inch dick." Oliver raised both hands. "Couldn't be me."

Dinah rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her bust. "Excuse him for his crude language."

"What are you two doing here anyway?" Aaron asked." If I didn't know any better, you're Oliver Queen, billionaire of Star City, and you're Black Canary, superhero and singer. That's quite the pair."

Black Canary was one of those rare superheroes that merged their private life along with their superhero life. She was maskless, a woman that garnered attention both from her singing and superhero exploits. She was a model. An icon.

So why in the world was she at a nude colony?

"I suppose as a citizen you have a right to know." After confirming that it was okay with Oliver, Dinah continued, "Former villains have taken residence here on this island. Mr. Freeze and his wife, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy—the Justice League have heroes assigned to watch over them."

"We've confirmed from a psychological perspective that they're safe so no need to worry," Oliver added hurriedly. "But, ya know, you have to make sure."

"Makes sense." Aaron nodded. "I appreciate the League's thoroughness."

"Well, it wasn't thorough enough." Oliver huffed as he grabbed Dinah's waist. "They didn't let me there was gonna be a guy slogging a nine incher. I feel as though it's looking at me…and my girl!"

Dinah rolled her eyes again, though he could tell she appreciated her partner's protective nature. "Don't be so melodramatic, it's just dick. You knew what you were signing up for. We even had a talk."

"We did." Oliver made a face and imitated Dinah's womanly voice. "'Don't be upset if I see bigger penises.' Well, see? I'm not upset. Just very jealous." The Green Arrow then leaned in and whispered low enough so that any normal person wouldn't have been able to hear, "I'm saying that I may not have the biggest cock in the world, but I know how to use it."

Shivers went across Dinah's arms and her nipples went erect. Such a beautiful woman…Aaron felt happy for the couple.

"Anyway, see ya later." Oliver spun without Dinah being able to put in a word. As they walked away, Oliver's hand grasped Dinah's phenomenal booty as if to hide it from him.