1980's Workout DEIMOS - BANANA HAMMOCK! Cum Drenched!

The Collector was right. Deimos was indeed MAGNIFICENT! As he stroked his erection, slowly, teasingly at first, his rippling muscles flexed beneath his sweat slicked skin. He was a vision, to be sure - a prime example of the male physique and masculine beauty at its best. 

He picked up the pace, stroking faster, harder. He rubbed the length of his penis, occasionally lingered on his knob, then returned to a steadier rhythm, occasionally pausing to manhandle his massive, hairy and full balls. 

It was incredible. Whatever the Collector had pumped into the air was making him insatiably horny. He loved masturbating at the best of times, but knowing that the Collector and his entourage were watching, coupled with the aphrodisiac permeating his lungs -- his very being -- Deimos felt as if his entire body were one massive penis, ready to erupt in an eternal  geyser of trouser gravy! 

His left hand made its way around to his backside, and his index finger located his asshole. In it went, prying apart the silken folds of his anus.   

That did it! Violently, Deimos climaxed. Jet after jet of cum fired from his cock, spattering the floor, the walls, but mainly spattering his naked, sweaty body. He moaned deeply and loudly, rasping, out of breath and completely lost in the moment. 

Some fifteen minutes later, the Taro Demon was spent. He licked cum off  his upper lip and closed his eyes in deep satisfaction. 

"Sublime, Deimos! You are absolutely intoxicating. Is it any wonder you are my favorite male?" remarked the Collector. 

Deimos said nothing. Fuck him! He was still enjoying his moment of euphoria. 

"I will return you to your time, now. You have pleased me and my guests. But know this, the next time I come calling, my handsome purple stallion, you may not find the experience quite so effortless."

THE END... for now!

DEIMOS is © Copyright and TM 2017 Patrick Fillion / Class Comics Inc. All rights reserved. 

LINES: Fillion

COLORS: Cabrera & Fillion