Sucking Dick

"Where are we going?" Johnny Storm asked.

He was wearing his binder under his civilian garb, a Hawaiian shirt over blue jeans with a Mets cap. Nobody looked twice at someone in a Mets cap. Alicia Masters, in a floral sundress and with her cane clicking ahead of her, hanging off his arm, was more likely to attract attention with short-cropped strawberry blonde hair and heeled sandals.

The pretense was that they were going shopping, with Johnny being her eyes. Ben Grimm was busy teaching the kids basic wrestling holds, the two tiny terrors encompassed in small, bulky exoskeletons for that purpose. Reed and Sue were out and about on their own business.

No one would look for them for hours.

"An annex for the New York State School for the Blind," she said, after they emerged from the cab. "It's basically a dorm building designed for graduates attending universities in Manhattan. Lots of signage in Braille, textured floors, ramps instead of stairs. And there's a bathroom with gloryholes."

Johnny tensed on her arm.

"I wasn't always with Ben, Johnny," she said as she led him through the halls to a particular door. "And blind people have sexual desires too. Think about it. This is as close to perfect anonymity as you'll ever get. No one on the other side knows if you're a man or woman. You can experiment to your heart's content, and then leave and no one will be the wiser. You can decide if this is really for your or no."

The Human Torch could not muster an argument to that logic. Which how he ended up seated in a small, dark room, with hole in the wall, about three inches in diameter. Listening to the tip-tap of a cane coming closer...closer...

Then something was thrust through the hole, the balls pushed over the edge.

"Come on, baby," a Newark voice said from the other side of the wall. "You smell pretty..."

Johnny Storm had burned brighter than a sun as he faced the hordes of the Negative Zone. He had battled Doctor Doom, Diabolo, Galactus, and more. Bedded alien species he couldn't name.

Yet it took a special kind of courage to peel the foreskin back from his first penis and run his tongue over the soft head.

It made him tingle deep inside. His nipples suddenly stiff and sensitive. A thrill of excitement as he thought:

I'm such a cock-slut.