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I <3 New York	By : Creamaster Category: Comics > Misc - General > Misc - General Views: 343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Spider-Man or the characters named in this work of non-commercialized fan-fiction. No financial proceeds were gained from the production of this parody.

Chapter List
- 1-Valentine's Day
- 2-Struggle Bus
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One sunny day in February...
"Mr. Jameson will see you now," said the secretary named Daisy with a thick Brooklyn accent sitting perkily outside the office of J. Jonah Jameson Jr, editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle.
Peter Parker, who sometimes went under another name, Spiderman, though not often in the company of his co-workers, thought to himself, "damn what a piece, when did she start? Jameson always gets the hot ones." He slyly checked out her cleavage, popping out of her v-neck sweater as she pretended not to notice him, filing her nails down for a date later, the thought was interrupted as a shout came booming from inside the office.
"Parker! Get in here. What is this tripe?" Jonah Jameson barked at Peter as he quickly entered the office. Jameson held up a stunning photo of Spiderman dangling under the upper truss of a bridge looking out at the city, the outline of his posterior, visible through the thin spandex suit, was in the place of the heart symbol in, "I <3 New York."
"Well gee Mr. Jameson, it's not that bad is it? I mean, for a Valentines day promotion?" Peter whined.
Jameson gave him a death glare and said nothing.
"Come over here," Jonah motioned to the spot he was glowering from, "stand right where I'm standing." Jonah commanded Parker with a gruff voice, motioning quickly with his cigar after taking a drag, the smoke filled the room with aromatic expensive tobacco.
Peter stood still, unsure of how to respond to the order.
"Listen kid, will ya' get off your artistic high horse and at least come take a seat in my chair?" Jameson motioned with his eyes for parker to take a seat.
Jameson's palm was held outstretched, his thick manicured hand with a coating of graying hair stayed soft and curved, used to being balled into fists shaking with uncontrollable rage, they refused to behave apologetically despite Jameson's best efforts to be accommodating to the indecisive Peter. He cracked a smile, if you could call it that, his neck did some serious spasming trying to hold on to the unfamiliar expression.
Peter sighed and walked around Jonah's broad mahogany desk, Jonah watched as he was forced to move around the polished wood to get into position.
Jameson motioned wordlessly with a bow, like a manservant, for Peter to sit in his chair.
Peter sighed again and sat with a bounce on the desk chair, it was the kind of expensive custom chair for executives, hand crafted wood and leather cushions that made an exasperated whooshing and creaked as Peter nimbly placed his body in the position Jameson had spent more hours of his life than Peter had been alive.
"Good," Jameson patted Peter's shoulder, "do you like what you see Parker?" Jameson lowered his rugged face to Peter's level and dragged his cigar, exhaling over his shoulder.
Peter coughed and brushed the smoke out of the air and looked around the executive office. There were photos of Jameson smiling and shaking hands with the Mayor, famous articles the Bugle had produced about corruption and crime, accolades and awards, serious works of journalism that set the Bugle apart from their competitors.
Jameson followed Peter's gaze as he said, "You sure have alot of awards and powerful friends Mr. Jameson..."
Suddenly, Jameson swiveled Peter around to face him directly, and shouted into his face, "THAT'S RIGHT! The Bugle is a respectable place that publishes respectable new stories not this... this... pornography!" Jameson shoved a handful of Peter's shots at him, some of them were quite revealing, a dog pulling down Spiderman's pants to reveal his ass crack or Spiderman kicking his legs while laying on a soda shop counter.
"Get up," Jameson grabbed Peter and pulled him to his feet by the collar.
"You need to learn respect Parker, this isn't your high school news rag where you can photograph all your little boyfriends in their drama club outfits and call it news." Jameson undid his belt and Peter thought he was going to beat him and flinched but instead Jameson's pants and heart patterned boxer shorts fell to the floor. From behind, his muscular ass clenched as his massive member stood erect in front of him, twitching as a bead of pre cum formed on the tip of his glans.
Peter stood there stunned with his mouth agape and unexpectedly found himself with a raging erection at the sight of such a thick uncut penis pointed directly at him, throbbing in desire. The middle aged man watched the young photographer's hard on bulge through his pants with a glimmer in his eye and puffed his cigar. "This kid's barely out of high school and thinks he can pass off inferior work at my paper? Well not while J. Jonah Jameson Jr. is in charge!" Jameson thought to himself as he puts the cigar in his mouth and his hands on his hips, chuckling.
"Now Parker, I can tell you're a good sport so let me level with you," He spun Peter around and dropped his pants, Peter's smooth cock popped out and to attention as he was man handled by his superior.
"This is my rag," Jameson expertly licked his fingers and wetted Peter's tight anus,
"And I'm the boss here," Jameson used his hand to slowly guide his throbbing, veiny cock into Peter's wet asshole and both men let out low groans as his painful erection eased all the way to the back of the younger man's smooth rectum. Peter's pale cheeks, pressed flush with Jameson's flat abdomen, clenched tightly at the introduction of such a large foreign object. Once Peter felt the full length of such a mature cock inside him, wanting him, his dick pressed tightly against his cut abs and he let out another groan of pain and pleasure.
Jameson ran his hands through Peter's hair and let out a dissatisfied grunt, thrusting back and forth until Peter's ass was loosened and the motion between them became fluid, the younger man's thin tie flapped limply with each penetration into his perfect hole and he let out little sounds of surprise on each insertion. Peter's unexpectedly flexible asshole astonished Jameson. "Wow! What an incredible feeling! Almost as incredible as your friend Spider-dick." Jameson thought, laughing to himself, the image of Spiderman's ass suddenly popping into his head as he fucked Peter raw. "He's got a powerful grip, but he's supple and can bend to my movements."
"You really are a wonder you know that Parker," Jameson thrust hard against Peter's open backside, the wet thwacking echoing in the large office. Outside Jameson's secretary heard the repetitive sound and paused to listen.
Jameson paused while he was fully inserted into his most Junior staff member's asshole and pulled Peter's legs out of his fallen pants, stepping one after the other and kicking them to the side. He lifted the photographer's muscular leg to the side so he could penetrate deeper, running his hands along the inside of his thighs and fondling his balls as Peter shuddered under his touch.
Perspiration fell on the desk from Peter's flushed brow as Jameson put every inch of effort into fucking some common sense into the young man, the lazy ceiling fan did little to cool the oven the room had become.
Jameson's hand slid up and grabbed Peter's Johnson from behind and pulled the skin back and forth along the length of his aching shaft, grabbing his hair and shoving his face down onto the desk, the scattered photos fell onto the floor and the desk supplies flew off, a photo of Jameson's wife smashing against the ground, Jameson smiled, the cigar in his mouth moving to one side as he spoke out of the corner of his mouth condescendingly.
"Listen Parker, I like you, but these pictures are crap, your little wanker friend Spiderman isn't more than a puff piece," Jameson cranked Peter's shaft and fucked his ass like he meant less than his pathetic works of art, pulled his head back up off the desk by the hair and sped up the momentum of his thrusts to a rapid pistoning, spitting on his cock as it slid in and out like a machine. Peter said in a staccato voice,
"Yes. Boss. But-But. Do. You..."
"Shut up Parker," Jameson cut Peter off and slapped his ass with a loud whip like crack.
"Yes, Miss-ter Jam-e-son," Peter sounded off like his boss ordered him to, it seemed he was not above a little company loyalty after all.
"Alright Parker, now that we're in agreement, I want you to cum all over these worthless pictures of Spiderman. Now, I'm going to shoot inside your ass, do you hear me, you're going to cum on these jizz stains of your bosom buddy Spider-man and I'm going to cum as far up your tight little ass as I can, we're together on this, right? When I tell you to, and not a moment before, you're going cum on your shit pictures."
Jameson leveled out his fucking and brought his watch to his face. "I'm going to time us for thirty seconds, if you can't cum in thirty seconds you're fired, do you hear me?" Jameson's rough voice was like sandpaper in Peter's ears.
"I'm fired?" Peter limply echoed back.
"That's right Parker, you're this close to being fired," Jonah pushed deep into Peter and held it there as Peter squirmed so he could feel the disappointment. "This is so you can learn discipline. I may seem tough but I need to know I can rely on my employees to be consistent." He pulled Peter close to him and breathed his manly words into Peter's flushed and gasping face, his smokey breath lingered in Peter's open mouth as Jameson brought his wet pink lips in for a deep kiss, his moustache bristling against the young man's smooth skin as he clutched his body and fucked his whimpering brains out.
The clock started ticking and Jameson beat Peter's cock and ass like a metronome, they pumped back and forth frenetically, neither wanting the young man's career to end prematurely for lack of trying. The sweat sprayed off of them in sheets as they groaned and ground their hips and mouths together trying to beat the speeding timer.
"10..
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Peter's mind broke as he arched his back and orgasmed with the strength of ten men, ejecting a massive ropey load of semen all over Jameson's desk and the pictures of himself, Spiderman, winking back at him.
"That's it Parker, keep on shooting, your buddy Spiderman can take it," Jameson furiously masturbated Peter's cock from behind as it spurted cum into the air.
He shot webs of cum again for three meters all the way to the back wall of the office, knocking over stacks of papers and dragging them along, climbing up to the ceiling and hanging there dripping back down to the floor.

"Jesus fucking Christ Parker," in a cry of orgasmic release that echoed though the office building Spiderman felt Jonah Jameson Jr's dick harden to a solid rock in his anal cavity and pump liter after liter of hot seed up his tender chute. The hot rod stayed pulsating inside him as Peter collapsed to the desk, pumping his raised ass full of spunk until it spilled out the sides in a spurt of thick white cream that dribbled down his lowered back. Jameson removed his long cock from Peter's stretched ass, sliding every inch out slowly, the gape of his hole full of a pool of white hot semen. He rested his softening cock on the young man's taut ass for a moment, breathing heavily as more cum exploded from deep in his balls and splattered the back of Peter's head, dripping down and mingling with Peter's pool of cum on the photos of Spiderman.
Jameson sat back in his chair with Peter on his lap struggling to catch his breath, a look of utter exhaustion on his face as Peter smoked Jameson's cigar,
"You know you should really quit these things," said Peter blowing a ring of smoke.
"Shut up Parker," Jameson pulled Peter in and drove his tongue down the young man's throat, they wrapped their tongues around eachother and when they pulled away Jameson ehxhaled Peter's smoke.
Jameson's hand rested on Peter's toned abs, their thick flaccid cocks hung against each other and they pressed their tongues together again. Jameson pulled away and said with his face close to Peter's.
"You fuck like a champ Parker, I'll remember that the next time you bring me Spider-fuck erotica and try to pass it off as news. Now go out and ask Miss Daisy to cut you a check." Jameson pushed Peter off him and patted his chapped and dripping ass like a good boss.
Peter grabbed his pants from the corner of the room and painfully put them back on, wiping the cum from his asshole with his underwear and putting the wet rag in his pocket, "So you're going to use the pictures?" He said, confused but relieved to still be employed.
Jameson just frowned and waved Peter off, staring out the window and lighting a fresh cigar, his cock hanging between his open legs, his un tucked shirt barely able to cover it.
Peter left Jameson to his irritation as he shut the door to his office .
"There's something about that kid." Jameson thought to himself as he massaged his cock looking at one of Peter's photo's of Spiderman, his legs spread open looking back as he bent over flashing a peace sign.
"Wait... a... minute..." Jameson came again while squinting at the shape of Spiderman's ass. He breathed rapidly as the last of his cum squeezed out of the old man in a wheeze. "Nah, it couldn't be," he said to himself, tossing the picture in the trash.
The next morning's news featured a front page story of a cum soaked Spiderman, it seemed someone forgot to wipe down the photos before printing them. "Spiderman's Spider-Dick," read the headline, his naked bathroom selfie somehow leaked to the press, the phone raised above his masked head and angled down to show his whole ripped body and engorged flaccid cock holding a sign that read, "Happy Valentine's Day."
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