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The Legend of Ultimate Man

The tall towers of glass covered buildings shown like crystal beacons against the glimmer of the mid-day sun. Down below these glass giants were the honking horns and scattering steps of people participating in their everyday lives in this bustling city. Some going to work, some traveling home, some in the midst of their day, but everyone traveling with some purpose and some reason. It wasn't just the grand display of this city's economy that set it apart from other cities, not even the carefully detailed and constructed architecture that stood like works of art that people were able to work inside of. What truly made this city different from any other was the blur of red and blue that shown across the already light blue sky, a single streak that demonstrated the speed at which this thing was moving, but this wasn't just a device or object, it was a man.

Strong muscles already stretched the fabric of this skin tight red shirt and pants with only a blue belt that separated them while a V of the same color would travel down from his shoulders and across the front of his equally stretching crotch. This super powered being as a protector, a defender, a guardian to the people below so that they could carry on with their every day events without needing to worry about the dangers that came with a city like this. If any evil shown itself he was there to put it back into hiding and had done so many times before already. Even against his tight outfit the heavy bulge and firm muscles of his build left very little to the imagination and allowed anyone with eyes quick enough to catch these details to know that this man wasn't someone that should be tampered with lightly in any respect. That didn't stop people from waving to him, from calling his name, from cheering and regaling his tales of heroism time and again as he passed by. This wasn't just some powerful man, he was the Ultimate Man, and that was exactly what people called him.

"It's him!" They'd scream, lifting their fingers into the air as others brought their hands up to hide their eyes from the bright shine of the sun. He was hard to miss, and the sight of him that nearly anyone could catch would bring a smile onto their lips as they celebrated this beloved hero above anything else.

It was these cheers that got him up in the morning, that kept him working on his solid figure, but the people that tended to wait for him at his home that brought him into bed at night. There was no question about his intentions once he caught the sight of a studly man wandering through his streets which only left the wanting women all the more jealous of his preferred choice of masculine partners, but a many would say "a lion does not concern himself with the opinions of sheep", and so this human male liked what he liked and didn't worry about the things that he doesn't. This didn't stop people from cheering for him, from calling out to him, from waving up at him and he soared through the sky, and also didn't stop him from waving back with a bright smile as they appreciated the protection he provided them so many times before.

"Oh, wow! It's Ultimate Man!" Came the call that he'd heard so many times before, but when he turned to look he didn't see anyone attempting to get his attention which stopped him right in his tracks. The distance that the voice came from couldn't have been someone that actually spotted him due to the many buildings that were in the way. It was a touch of confusion that furrowed his brow, but one that he was about to shrug off when he heard other similar cries of celebration sound out at that same distance. Who could it be that was looking at him? That was spotting him? But more importantly, who could it be that was impersonating him so convincingly that it was fooling so many people.

With a quick twist he'd bring himself around the structure of this towering building, his body reflecting off of the tinted glass as he wrapped himself against it in a blur of motion towards the destination of these admiration's that were being cast around. What he saw on the other side of this building, however, was the most confusing sight of all.

It was nothing new for him to deal with someone putting on a costume purchased from a store and pretending to be him for a bit, nothing overly special came from it, but it was flattering to know that people wanted to emulate his look even if they didn't share his powers. What he saw here wasn't just some person dressed at him, it wasn't just some person that had brushed his dark hair into the usual side part that brushed against the wind as it passed by him in flight. This was a man flying in place just the same as he was, an amazing display that he'd never seen before by anyone else. Ultimate Man was the only hero in this town, possibly the only hero in any town, and yet here he was looking on at this man that was now turning his strong, muscular, powerful body wrapped in a tight red and blue outfit to look back at him with a pair of blue eyes that showed just as much surprise as as the pair looking back at him.

"What is this?" He asked, as the people below gasped at the sight of two Ultimate Men. Many were already clearing out of the area, knowing full well what kind of event happens when two super-powered beings find one another, and what kind of display was about to happen. It was always best not to be caught up in such things, as many injuries and fatalities can often occur as a result of the damage that came off of a super fight.

"I believe that's my question. Who are you supposed to be?" The question from this other sounded sincere, sounded honest, sounded as though this impostor may very well be the genuine between them which left the first to question his own authenticity if only for a second.

"I'm Ultimate Man," he pronounced, claiming the name quickly in his answer as he moved to ball his fists into his hips as a display of pride as if this proved indefinitely that what he was saying was the truth.

"You can't possibly be Ultimate Man, because I'm the true Ultimate Man!" It was then that this argument would start, this disagreement that came between them and showed that not only did both believe without any doubt at all that they're words were the truth, but that they full heartedly believed what they were saying was honest. Each believed that he was truly the actual article of this hero and wouldn't allow the other to take such a moniker that belonged to both of them.

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The heavy steps that crashed against the street brought them closer together, neither of them being willing to give the other an inch in this debate about who was the authentic Ultimate Man and who was the impostor According to both each was the real one, but such an argument was quickly going nowhere. It was obvious what they would need to do, how they would need to resolve such a blistering question and while both were more than willing to brawl this out and demonstrate exactly who the true hero was, they both knew that damaging the street and the surrounding buildings would only cause more harm to the city than help anyone within it.

"So are you going to throw a punch then?" One asked, his fists clearly folded tightly until his knuckles were already faded white from the strain.

"I'd rather not make life harder for people around here just because you're pretending to be someone that you're not." Snarked the other, narrowing his gaze in a suspicious tone as if to question why the other one was so quick and willing to get into it.

It was a response that made the first laugh, made him smirk, made him throw his fists onto his own hips and lean his head back to demonstrate just how much of a champion he truly was. "Pretending? I don't think so. This body isn't something that can be faked so easily, you impostor"

The chest swelled against the already tight red fabric, as the muscles were tightened, were flexed, were presented to be looked on at. These pecs were shown as if sculpted by gods themselves resting on a rib-cage that had to be super-powered to support such a strong frame of a human being. Those abs weren't idle either, each one poking through the shirt as it strained to remain secure around that figure. It was a display for this other man to see, one that showed itself well as the sunlight hit his body like glistening fluid drenching the surface of his crimson and blue outfit. Even while these muscles showed themselves so easily the opposer wasn't startled, wasn't taken back by such a demonstration. Instead he'd only chuckle, a smirk wrapping his mouth while his eyes turned to look away and then back with a confident gleam.

"You think those little gym brat muscles are able to compare to mine? You clearly haven't seen what I'm able to do with THESE!" His final word shorted loudly as he brings his arms above his head, hands that were once balled into fists now gripped his elbows as those biceps welled hard. Even his fabric strained against the red cloth that made up his sleeves while his shoulders expanded under that shirt. Biceps and triceps swelled in their red display as even his forearms showed what he was able to do with such a powerful body. Chest and abs weren't his focus, weren't his concern at the moment, but even they suffered a bit from him showing off those strong arms, allowing them to tense up and show themselves off while only those limbs were the stars of this show. "And that's just the beginning of what I can do with my body, but if you think that chest and abs alone are going to scare me into giving up my name then you've got another think coming."

"What chest and abs? All I'm seeing is a 'bruh' that seems to be missing out on leg day."

One foot stomped forward, the other stretched to the side and with a deep grunt flowing from the trash talker's voice his legs would tense. The thickness of those muscles pushed out on the pants, swelling them, making them taught as the fabric itself creaked and whined from the strain of trying to contain the mass behind them. It was only thanks to the elasticity of these tights that the pants stayed secure at all, but even that could only stretch so far leaving this outfit to push back against those muscles as the meat of these legs worked hard to try grow even further. The showing of these legs wasn't something that was missed, though, bulging nearly as big as the already thick girth resting between their thighs that was secured by the underlining of the same pants barely able to hold those expanding muscles.

"See that? That's what real muscle looks like. Or are you even looking at my legs anymore?" he asked, suggesting that those eyes would naturally be drawn to another point all together thanks to his natural gift of endowment.

It was the confident smirk on his lips that showed just how confident he was with his latest display, but that smirk faded when this other hero turned away from him, turning his back on the display that he was making to be noticed. It was almost like this hero had no interest in continuing their little game, but what he showed instead were those tight cheeks tensing hard against the seat of those tights, this body swelling to grow tense all over again while his arms lifted above his body in order to cross his wrists behind his head. Sure this other him had some impressive leg muscles, but nothing that he didn't have himself and when he flexed his back every single muscle along his spine would bulge out under the red hugging shirt, pushing against the fabric all over again. From neck to hips this body was covered in muscles and every single one of them was a round, solid rock of flesh just waiting to be challenges once more.

"I'd say that you still have a lot more about how to show off what you've got, but we both know you're not looking at my back." He turned his head over his shoulder, catching the quick gaze of this other him staring down at his firm, solid, and handsomely buff butt as if it was just waiting for for level of physical attention. It was a hard calling to resist, but this second Ultimate Man knew that he needed to take things to the next level if he was going to prove himself as being the genuine hero between them.

It was going to take sacrifice, but this second hero was willing to do anything that it took at this point. There was no way that this supposed impostor was exactly the same as him, there was no way that his muscles were as solid as his own, or could grow to meet his own body. Those hands jutted down, crossing in front of his figure as fingers gripped down on his own wrist and with a tension of his body that chest swelled instantly between his solid shoulders, the thickness of his body growing even further than it had before while the fabric once again fought to try and contain him. Tightness of the elastic mesh clung to his body as if trying to hide anything, trying to contain any curve that this body had provide only for this suit to creak even louder than before as it held on for all it's might before the call of a loud snap echoed across the streets. A single thread gave out, releasing it's hold and as it failed others would give way as well releasing a long tear to almost immediately appear while the color of flesh shown from under this red outfit. Chest, shoulders, and arms broke through the long fight that this fabric that had finally failed to hold itself in place, but this hero didn't mind, didn't care, and with a smile he'd ruin his outfit just to prove how powerful he really was.

There was a moment of surprise on the first hero's face, his breath caught in a gasp at the sight of that uniform tearing. This sight forced the second to smirk confidently, knowingly, "Starting to give in to the true hero?" This possible copy asked quickly as he flexed that little bit more.

"Even your outfit is a cheap clone of mine?" The first finally asked, completely ignoring this hero's question to make his own point clear, "I'll show you what a real hero flex looks like!"

Fists landed on his own hips, his figure already solid from his time showing it off, but that stone hard figure would swell more. This red and blue uniform before had already been straining, already been squealing to the calls of it's limits, but now this outfit was being expanding further, stretched far more than it could handle, and with his strong arms pushing against the sleeves the sudden rips started to appear around the peak of these huge biceps that had been made known. More fabric started to split and spread around those abs, around those sides, and most importantly on top of those bulking thighs that had tensed up in this full body flex. Every range that his strength could grow it did all at once, but this first hero didn't bat an eye at the tearing of his suit even when bits of it fell free to drop down onto the ground at his feet. What he was left with was the right shoulder of his uniform hanging on by a few strings that wrapped his body having found a safe haven in between those towering pecs, most of the left sleeve though even most of that was already torn and gone. The right wrist was still there and even the stretched out collar of his once handsomely designed shirt. For the pants nearly none of this survived the bursting out of his body, nearly all of it laying across the ground while that thick and meaty shaft would be hanging free from the half remaining existence of the groin area that wouldn't have been able to withstand the weight of his large dick anyway.

"This is what it looks like when you flex out of your uniform." The first claimed, smiling happily at how well he'd destroyed his outfit.

In any normal case this would be met with awe, this would be met with an impressive gaze, but here it was left with nothing more than a scoff and a roll of they eyes from this second hero. It was clear that this opponent wanted to go all out, that he wanted to try and really claim that title of Ultimate Man, but the second wouldn't be outdone, he wouldn't allow someone to take this name from him anymore than he would allow himself to be out-flexed by a mere copy of himself. Without even responding he'd make his own flex, wanting a powerful display that showed off his body in order to allow this supposed copy to know exactly who the genuine Ultimate Man was once and for all. With a deep breath he'd bring his arms in short, cradling them up near his sides so that those shoulders, those biceps, those pecs could all grow at once. Their size alone was already impressive, but with this the strands of elastic cloth that held his shirt together would instantly burst at any random angle they could in order to gain any relief. A long tear formed instantly across the length of his chest from one side to the next while those shoulders found fabric simply bursting off of it in chunks leaving the sleeves of his outfit to simply hang off of his arms even while they too grew hard rips across the entire length of it. His arms hid away his abs, something that would be solved when he lifted those strong and powerful arms up over his head in a traditional body flex position. Abdominal muscles pushed against this shirt as well, showing it no mercy as they too began to shred the once nicely designed outfit. The back muscles weren't seen by this opponent, at least not from this direction, but they weren't any easier on his shirt leaving the entire top to nearly fall away with only torn shards of garment left to display that he had ever been wearing anything at all.

With those legs already hulking his pants didn't fair much better, a solid flex and they were gone just as quickly as his top was leaving only some fabric around the ankles and what would now be considered a thong barely able to contain the soft and squishy bits of his balls even while his thick man meat hang free in full display. The entire showing added a smile to this man's face, demonstrating more than well enough just what he was capable of as well while both stood and watched the other with their bodies now fully shown.

"So you know a few tricks, but I know them too." He told the first, not willing to even admit that they were now on completely even ground in their showing of mass. Neither able to flex anymore than they already have leaving them at a clear standstill.

"Yeah, yeah.." The other mocked, narrowing his gaze as he looked over that muscular body barely remaining covered by the shredded remains of clothing. The way that they'd torn was completely different than his own ruined uniform, but the body that lied underneath looked to be completely identical. "Muscles mean nothing if they don't have any strength behind them, though."

This challenge was set, a continuation of their previous exposure only changed slightly to display an entirely new thing. Instead of just showing off their bodies to look for differences they'd now be comparing their strength against one another in order to see who really was the actual Ultimate Man. The first lifted his hands, fingers spread wide in an almost inviting way, and as the second accepted this challenge his fingers would come down against the back of his opponent's grip. Digits laced with one another, palms pressed in tightly, and the very ground beneath them began to crack and snap as their bodies once again flexed against the sudden shove that was coming both ways. Their lips pulled back, their teeth gritted while their powerful muscles swelled from the harsh usage of strength. It was one thing to flex, to show off their bodies, but another thing entirely when it came to using those muscles. Even now as they pushed their feet dug at the ground, sliding until they can find a position to stand without risk of being moved. This flexed their legs, pulling their full body into their pushes that ended up going nowhere.

"You're... ugh.. never going to.. overpower me... You fake!" The first grunted out, his voice straining against his own muscles as his body bulged from immovable man that he was going to force back, but to no avail.

The second wanted to chuckle, wanted to scoff at being called a fake, but even as he tried no air would leave his lungs thanks to this struggle, "You're the fake here... You'll.... never match my... muscles."

Even as their angle swelled, their bodies got closer together, their figures breaking the street under their feet as slabs of concrete and asphalt were kicked from the ground for the sake of trying to build traction. Even their arms couldn't contain the amount of force being put out by them leaving their limbs to bend at the elbow little by little. This competition was one of bold strength and even that moved to the next level as their strong, firm, manly pecs landed. The feeling of these powerful muscles meeting was equal to two boulders slamming up against one another, the loud and fleshy echo of their bodies smashed tightly even while neither gave a bend or showing of softness at all.

"You call that.. a chest?" The second asked, pressing his own in more while feel that rock hard surface not giving an inch to his advancement, "You've got... nothing compared to me."

"You think so?" Was all the first said, his body pressing in along with his opponent as these superheroes smashed themselves together as tightly as they were able to. The surface of their bodies starting to leak with thick sweat that only made their figures glisten all the more.

It was the solid display of their pecs that showed just how even they really were, but neither would ever be willing to admit it as they shifted every now and then with the intention of looking for some kind of opening or weakness to exploit. Neither wanted to hurt one another, that wasn't thick challenge. They were looking to out-perform and take home the title that both believed was theirs by right. They were the perfect hero, the Ultimate Man, and nobody could take that away from them.

Even as they pressed in the strong chest muscles swelled that much more, further tearing away the fabric that used to be their uniforms which was being shredded all the more by the grind of their bodies rubbing, shifting, and attempting to wear the other down. Even their newly bared nipples would flick and bend against one another, fighting to remain in place as every inch of their hulkish forms would do anything possible to disrupt this opposing hero. What frustrated them wasn't even the grinding, but the fact that even through their full bodies pressing against one another the other didn't give an inch at all. Their bodies were as strong and powerful as two statues rubbing together with no give or fleshy softness present at all. It was a frustration that lead them forward, that drew their chests apart while their foreheads closed in to press down even more. With their hands together they had to deal with the fatigue of their arm muscles, with their chests together they had to deal with how close an un-observable they'd become, but as their skulls pressed in close like two rams trying to fight for territory they could avoid these issues and instead glare heated into their eyes with a stern gaze ready to win this fight in any way possible.

"You're good, I'll give you that, but the genuine article is always better." The first announced, pressing his feet down even further to push off with a hard step only to feel his foot dig through the dirt located under the concrete that had made up this street.

For them it was nothing to pull back and bring their skulls together again, each one hoping that the next strike would push the other off of their balance and allow them to prove their superior strength, but each heavy clashed echoed off of the sky itself like a thunder clap that called out their struggle. Bared, gritted, near snarling teeth ground together between them even as these powerful impacts proved little more than the fact that they're bodies were more than just impervious to any level of damage that the other could produce. This alone was impressive, but not the result that either of them were looking for.

"If you think you're going to push me back then you've got another think coming." The second announced, making a final shove with his forehead against his opponent's, hoping that this last clash would finally end their argument. It did not and this could only mean a change of tactic.

The second would release his hands from around this possible double's knuckles, no longer pressing palm to palm in order to try and move this man, but instead would bring his arms down to wrap this hero a tight hug. The first must have had a similar idea leaving both of them trapping the other in a squeezing bear-hug. It was the kind of hug that could easily crush a normal person, but they'd both seen just what the other could take with those headbutts leaving them both to know full well that they could squeeze down as hard as they wanted without causing any real damage.

It was their final test of strength, their final method for trying to prove anything to this other self and through it muscles bulged, bodies winced, but none more than their chests that were once again smashed together in hot glory as the sweat between them licked and clung between them. These pecs would grind and rub effortlessly even as their swollen arms swelled all the more leaving both to show off their strength all over again. Their foreheads were no longer together, but they didn't need to be as they could look directly into the eyes of the other for any level of weakness possible. Neither found anything of the like and both simply tightened their grip. Any remaining cloth that had still been attempting to cling to them was finally lost, torn free and drop down at their feet in the pile of now indistinguishable shreds that were once used to hold his modesty, not that either of them really had any of that.

It was only now that both were making an all new discovery, an unexpected result that came from their hard squeezing and devastating struggle. As they crushed closer and closer together not only did their pecs and abs grind together, but the swollen thickness of their hefty sized male members would start to press and rub as well. Even the slight beads of their pre would begin to flow to the tips as if anticipating this fight going in an all new direction. Something that instinct alone was able to predict to perfectly.

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The flexing that they'd shared had lead no where, even when they pressed in against one another with their hands, their heads, their chests, every bit of their body failed to overpower the other or show any level of superiority. These struggles could have gone on forever, pushing, sweating, rubbing, grinding, but it was another kind of grinding that had gotten their attention and made them stop this endless strain. Ultimate Man was no stranger to the caring touch of another man, and when their thick manhoods ground together it was little more than a surprise to show that they had the same interests there too. One of them was a copy, but was clearly far more detailed than any duplicate could ever hope to be. This only highlighted their similarities even further, though, and left them with even more need to prove one apart from the other.

"I'll admit that you've got some well decent strength. You might even be as good as me." The first spoke out, narrowing his gaze a bit while the two stood their ground even as their hardened dicks touched and rubbed with every slight movement that they made, "But there's no way a copy could outlast me."

Instantly their hands wrapped around their own thickness, holding them at the base in order to control their movements before those knuckles rolled up the length of those hot shafts all the way to the tip. The tight grip that they had would pull the skin smoothly so that at the very end it would bunch up before being pulled back down like a cloth of flesh covering hardened underneath. Even though they were stroking their own members it didn't make it any easier for either of them as they looked sternly into the eyes of the other with a grind of their gritted teeth. It was these hard tugs that would lift and fall their heavy and awaiting balls, causing them to bounce in place almost wildly as they swung and impacted one another. They're slosh-y sacks would slather across one another time and again as they lifted and dropped in place, bashing, crushing, and even rubbing across the surface of the other.

The soft tones of their moaning was already starting to rise up even while they stared into the other's eyes looking for any level of weakness at all, but neither would crack even the slightest bit. The long strokes, the heavy motions that glided fingers across flesh in a fast paced and endless bounce up then down and back up again. This movement repeated, but the pace grew, passing along the skin faster even while their hands got tighter as a result of the pleasure spiking through their bodies.

"Ugh.. I.. mmm won't loose to you!" The second shouted, his voice showing his strain to try and maintain himself.

"You will... AH... You'll cum first and then we'll know for certain that I'm the real hero here, you clone!"

Feverishly their wrists rose and fell at the speed of blur leaving their bodies to sweat, their muscle to swell and ache. The strain between them both leaving the two to want to release, but neither being willing to give in so easily against the other. With their heads leaned back their already moaning breaths rolled into heavy pants that soon flowed into deeper grunts while they winced hard. For so long their eyes had been keeping direct contact, a glare being shared between them, but now even this fell to the side as their eyes were forced to shut from the pleasure of their throbbing dicks overfilling with the heated seed left within. Every beating pulse of their chest could be felt through their dicks while they struggled to maintain only to know that their efforts were rising to a peak.

The heavy flow that was on the tip of their members made even the heads of their dicks start to crown with beads of milky white cream. Every pulse would throb a new bead to the tip pushing the old one down in their lengths and over their knuckles just so that the two lines of cum sweat could combine into one and drip off to the ground below as it was shaken by their fast moving hands that were moving in near unison now. No longer did either of their teeth grit in defiance of one another, but instead at the insatiable lust that rose from their desires and needs. Even when both leaned their heads back their bodies tensed up more, and when those jaws finally opened all that exited was a harmonious call of deep pleasure that echoed across the walls of the now abandoned city area.

"AHHGHUGH!!" Both cried out as shot after hot fluid shot burst from their tips, rising into the air and only barely missing one another so that the thick and potent super seed would splash across the chests of their opponents. The rippling of their muscles found a new fluid to coat them as pecs, shoulders, and even their abs found a nice sticky string attaching to them in wild order with no particular aim behind them. The cum was thick enough that it would never release one it's own the new location that the sticky gathering now called home, but also liquid enough that some of it would begin to run down their smooth and chizzled statue-es bodies.

Their balls continued to press together as if squeezing this seed from the deepest areas, the churning of their once full nuts to try and produce just as much come as they were both losing all at once failing while those balls seemed to get smaller by the second. Even as their streams painted a mess across their bodies all the more that couldn't gain a shot through the air would leak freely down the path of their still throbbing dicks over their tightly squeezing hands and over the curve of those adjusting ball sacks so that they could drip freely from the very bottom curve and join the pre that had escaped early in a rather impressively growing puddle that threatened to lick at the edges of their toes.

Just as they released at the same time their streams subsided at the same time as well. What was a fountain of milky pale cum was reduced to a seemingly dry well in need of recovery that left both of them panting in unison even as their bodies swayed just enough for their strong covered chests to bump a few times leaving strings of this sticky fuck goo to connect them in their most masculine places.

"You.. ugh.. You came a lot... I bet you're spent." One moaned out deeply in a barely audible voice.

"Same... to you... but I bet I can stay hard longer."

It was true, while they had spent most of their lusty cream in this battle of stamina they were both still gripping their own swollen and aching members. Fingers continued to grip them, rubbing the all too sensitively while they strained to keep their used up dicks from going soft in their hands. This was clearly a competition that had gone into many stages, but even there they couldn't manage to allow themselves to lose to the other that they assumed was some kind of copy or clone.

"You're getting softer.." "No you are." The taunts and pigheadedness would begin all over again, their challenge continuing in yet another form as they turned those iron hard dicks towards one another to press in right with the heads mashing closer by the second.

"Your so soft I'll bend you back to prove it." "Mine isn't moving, but yours looks like it's starting to give 'way." Nothing would stop either of them, even as they ground and pressed in.

The strength of their hips was something of legends, a few lucky men around this fair city had received a chance to experience them first hand and not one had ever left unsatisfied by the amount of force and domination that each strong muscle provided, but here neither budged. The forward thrusts of their hips meeting against the others with only their dick heads allowed to receive the magnificent pressure. Even here they both accused one another, their words announcing that the other was keeping his cock straight with his hands and so both grips were released on both sides to prove this to be completely untrue. Those strong limbs lifted and with palms meeting palms once again no strength from their arms would be applied as this competition was met with only their members.

The sticky fluid that had remained on these tips mixed their liquid together as this mashing was connected all anew with a while the slick cream made it hard for them to stay together. Even lubricated as this their control remained unquestionable and neither hard cock gave way at all leaving this otherwise sultry lower kiss to finally be removed as their hefty members slide down the side of one another. Still their early spilled cream would connect those heads just as they had further, but now smeared further alone the shaft all the way to the sides.

"Yours gave 'way first!" One announced, trying to claim his victory.

"No, it's your softness that allowed our dicks to slide like that!" The other argued, "And I'll prove it!"

It was the same competition, who would get soft first, but now the cocks would struggle side by side, the movement of their hips no longer thrusting in as they tried to twist their hips to the side in order to force the other's to bend even in the slightest. It was the same was two mountains trying to combat with two stone protrusions, but even that would have a result, a clear winner in the end. Neither of their super powered bodies would allow anything to break, would allow anything to give while they continued this competition in this new way. The hard grinding allowed their hips to sway just a bit as those cocks would slide up and down the length of one another and in turn causing them to start throbbing all over again. Each pulse ached with heated pain, not in anguish, but lusty pleasure that neither would ever be willing to admit. Their sexuality open and on clear display while their needing libido finally found the answer to the desire that both had found wanting with other, much less super lovers.

This was a once in a lifetime need, and while both knew it, while both had to look over the other's cream covered fronts, they both desired a win over anything else to prove their own authenticity while still being allowed to silently subside the lust that had been building up from their very first meeting. Even with their muffled moans rolling almost secretly from their lips both strained to try and ignore such things while they continued to press their dicks together sideways allowing for more of a grind in a much tighter way.

"Ugh.. God..." Both moaned in unison, allowing the words to slip out of their mouths outside of their control from their lust alone and leaving them glaring their eyes to one another in order to see if they could interpret such a thing as some level of weakness. "Won't.. mmmm... give in.."

Their voices were speaking in unison as if bouncing off of one another and leaving them panting even harder as they listened to the other saying such lewd things. It was obvious that they were both enjoying this competition, but neither would ever admit it as they strained and ground even tighter. This added force keeping them still in place but leaving them still in place but forcing their hefty cocks to throb even harder between them. This in turn made them both moan even louder, no longer able to hide their voices as they turned their focus from their secrecy to the competition specifically. And while two buff, strong, muscular heroes struggled to keep their swelling dicks from bending against the other's desired will they'd already feel their breaths starting to shake and rattle from the heat of their grinding force leaving both to moan even louder. Still they weren't ready to release, such an explosion so soon after the last would be unpresidented even for a hero like this Ultimate man, leaving both to simply suffer through their building combined lust that grew greater and greater for one another.

The very idea of them penetrating one another, the idea of them giving up this silly competition and making hot, sweaty love right here on the street filled their thoughts, but the aching of their pulsating members reminded them instantly that so much more was at stake for them if either proved to be weak enough to give in to such erotic thoughts. Such a thing was just another part of this test and left both to continue on with such desired and fantasies constantly echoing in the back of their minds making their focus all that much harder to come through.

Their cream covered cocks once again leaked with pre, further lubricating their remembers as their potent lust covered the linings of their dicks entirely thanks to their everlasting grinding, and even as their cocks remained completely hard their dicks found it impossible to remain in one place to properly test what they had originally set out to leaving them to only one solution. Their dicks had already started to move long before they did, the two cocks rolling against one another in a expert fashion so that the throbbing fronts of their cocks would be pressed together. If their aching members were too wet from their desires to remain properly connected then they'd simply remove that space between them entirely to crush those cocks between them, mashing them together with their throbbing undersides mashing cum tubes to cum tubes even through the thick muscle and girthy swollen area of this underside.

Up and down they'd move, the long grind finding them unable to bend one another's dicks at all from this position, but already those previous thoughts were starting to come back, rolling into the forefront of their minds to flood them with the ideas of lewd lusts and satisfying desires. it was a series of thoughts that distracted them both for a second while their heads leaned back and their eyes closed even while their dicks crushed and motioned against another in such a new way both either of them. There wasn't another person on the planet that they could do such a thing with, any normal person would be broken and destroyed under their force, but here they could both let loose entirely leaving both to show their true force and desire under the guise of continued competition.

"Ugh.. I'm not letting you... mmm.. get away. I'll... ugh.. win this!" The first shouted, no longer even trying to be subtle about what they found themselves doing in what used to be a public street only hours before.

"I.. mmmmm... I don't think so.." The other replied, his tongue wetting his lips that had become dried after so much panting and tonal calls, "Be a good boy and just cum for your better..."

Even while their hips moved they did so opposite of one another, their motions moving in sync so that they could get as much grind out each sultry thrust as they could possibly manage. Each movement brought their base up to meet the other's tip only to lower the length of their large dicks down in what had to be the tightest squeeze so that the other's tip could press at the base instead. Again and again this long motion drained their cocks of more pre, each sticky bead finding a new home somewhere on those dicks while the pulsating girths grew in need and desire past what they had previous released at. The want to cum was filling their minds just as before, but even now their previous spent balls were still recovering from the earlier drenching that was still evident across their bodies and the cracked concrete that had absorbed much of the lost seed both had managed to lose.

Even now as their lusts were pushed to new heights they couldn't manage to loosen even a drop of their actual seed leaving both to pant harder and harder. They knew what their desires were, they knew what their needs were and yet their lower bodies wouldn't respond to any demands that their lewd kissed minds could muster past the constant fog of distraction that such thought created. Both wanted to finally let loose, to feel their balls squeezing more ropes free, but nothing was flowing this time leaving them both with only one furthered imagine. They needed to grind deeper. Their hips were already pushing as tightly together as their impervious bodies would allow, the strength of that lower body while well past impressive showed itself to be just not quite enough. That was why as their fingers unlaced from one another they found no trouble at all finding a new camp as the muscle of their hot, round, hulkish asses folded around the knuckles of these digits as they pulled one another in even closer. Even if their cocks wouldn't given an inch to bend against the other their hips manage to crush down against this new tightness folding their hot and sweaty muscles around their girths for a new level of grind that neither had even considered possible before with any normal person.

No longer were these two statues pressing together, but now were two forces of power trying to desperately show their affection over the other's body in a way impossible with anyone that wasn't one another. It was a grinding that had grown into full depth humping with only their bodies motions to prove what was even happening now. Abs kissed abs as they rolled across one another like twin avalanches trading bumping and rippled stones up and down their faces. Their still soaked chests having washed away much of the previous cum with little more than their grinding and the sweat that shown off of their bodies in glowing display. This wasn't just their competitive grind between their cocks any longer to test their girth and hardness, but their entire bodies working in unison to pleasure themselves as well as one another in a much more competitive fashion. It was no longer about who could remain hard, but had evolved into who had the deeper and lustier desire. An ungradable competition who's winner could only be found out as they made up this new competition as it continued.

Their hot and sticky balls that had met so deeply before were now pressed together in this new closeness, each curve no longer pushing back against one another, but grinding just as everything else did in such a way that even the sacks provided no protection as they felt every detail of their waiting testicles rolling up and down, back and forth, with no showing of room. Their balls normally dangled so freely between their legs, but now those too found themselves smashing close together in such a way that neither hero could manage with others. This was something that was only possible because of their identicality and left both moaning hotly into the hair above them. Even their thighs met from this close interaction which only crushed those balls in even closer. Any normal couple would be in pain from this, would be forced to stop from the amount of aching it caused to such a sensitive area, but this was where these two Ultimate Men were able to truly shine with their in-vulnerabilities, not even showing the slightest inch of pain past the aching need for release that their throbbing cocks continued to remind them of.

"Cum already, you bastard!" One screamed out, not even sure himself exactly which one of them he was talking to.

"You first, handsome!" The other came back, not even sure what he was saying as long as it was defying the first while blinded with the same lust and desire that flooded both of their mental states, "I'm never going to stop until you do!"

It was this tighter grinding, this power grind that would force their hot shafts to throb even harder, rising to a new level of deep heart beat normally impossible outside of their chests. Every blood vessel on their cocks pulsed at once, throbbing in unison as if these two dicks had combined into one solid mass of veins and flesh. They were still every bit separate, but such a thing was impossible to even know thanks to their touching hips leaving neither able to even see. Every throb swelled their dicks that much bigger leaving them groaning all that much louder up into the sky above them. So tightly packed were their bodies that the space between them was sealed by nothing more than the force created between them leaving these leaking drops of pre with nowhere to go except to flood the small cavity created by the very existence of their cocks alone. This area like a small water balloon with their dicks mashed together within as both were surrounded entirely by the liquid that had been used to once lubricate the now non-existent space between them, but even this couldn't last forever, and finally both could feel the slowly crowning pressure of their release starting to meet at their kissing tips.

At first this pressure remained, leaving itself present with no showing that it would ever actually come out, but even as their bodies started to shake from the pressure, as their eyes rolled into the back of their skulls, as their breathing stopped entirely in anticipation of what was just barely being kept out of their reach, the sudden explosion of their hot, sticky, creamy need burst from the tips of their impervious dicks to spray like uncontrolled water hoses across the surface of both their bodies. Only in the very beginning would their seal remain tight, but seconds after the beginning this sudden torrent of hot waves filled the space and tore through with explosive force that even their combined strength couldn't contain. it was something more than they could handle, the gasping breaths that both fought to try and obtain proved them well more than enough. It was an orgasm that hit them harder than a tidal wave and flooded their bodies with more force than a hurricane. The power of their release pushing both back at once even as their muscles strained to remain close together. This cumming finally emptied whatever had been remaining within those balls, forcing them to finally cling against their bodies with need to recover as every single drop within them was spent all at once with one seemingly endless shot.

Their bodies quivered, their muscles shaking and torn from the struggle alone leaving even their hands to be forced to let go as they tried to both stand the victor for whatever competition their end result had created. With their bodies spent their figures both found the ground under them in an immediate way when they simply collapsed down against the concrete of this street entirely. Neither had come out of this a winner, or both of them did, either way such a clear decision was impossible to determine as they fought now to simply create words from their clouded and euphoric filled minds. Their entire mental states having been crumbled like the ground under them even as this mind fog started to lift away. Their lungs found air finally, their breathing far too heavy for either of them to pass anything through reliable mouth shapes and vocal cords, but still they'd try as both wanted nothing more than to win even if such a victory held no meaning any longer.

"I'll.... I'll.. get you..." The first barely managed to say, not even sure if he was having a coherent thought let alone an ability to create an entire sentence, but these words simply seemed to roll off of his tongue as if through pure instinct.

"N.. Next time... you'll.... you'll be... mmm.. mine.." The second strained, trying anything just to keep his defiance going and not even sure if he was agreeing at this point or not. Nothing was more important than simply being against this other him, and that meant countering anything that he said even if it made no sense.

The fight had ended, and it would be a while before either of them could regain any level of composure, but much longer than that before anyone would try and re-enter the area just in case they were still in there fighting. The silence of two heroes doesn't necessarily mean that one was a victor and for now both find themselves gaining the needed time to recover from such a thing so that they could battle the next time they laid eyes on one another, no matter when that might be.