Author's note: Obviously this story is very gay. If that isn't your thing, back click now and find a story more to your liking. They are the property of Marvel and this is just for fun.
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Peter Parker walked into the doctor's office. Normally Reed Richards would be the one performing his physical, but he was still wrecked over the death of Sue. Reed promised Dr. Chyka would be discreet and not announce to the world that Peter was a superhero. He looked around the empty waiting room and saw the stern looking receptionist. He walked over to sign in.
"You can go back, Mr. Parker. Second room on the right," she said and picked up her magazine which had a headline that read "Here's the five men in Hollywood that aren't ruined and you can still stan."
Peter moved to the examine room and opened the door. He saw Deadpool standing there in his costume with a doctor's coat. "Wade! What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was cut early from RuPaul's Drag Race season nine. Something about my costume looking too basic and my face without the mask looking like Freddy Kreuger fucked the Elephant Man. And chasing one of the queens around the work room with a sword after he said my dress looked like it was from a thrift store didn't help. But I've got a better butt than all those bitches." Wade turned around and lifted the coat showing off his perfect spandex covered ass. "And I know all the words to 'Greedy' by Ariana Grande. Unlike some of those bitches."
Peter let out a sigh. "Where is Dr. Chyka? I hope you didn't hurt him."
Wade spun back around. "Relax. I gave him Beyoncé tickets. I wanted to see you. You've been dodging my calls. All the eggplant and peach emoji texts I sent. Didn't even have the courtesy to send a 'New phone. Who dis?' text to dismiss me. That hurt my feeling. Yes, that one singular feeling I have."
Peter moved closer to Wade. "Things have been complicated after Doc Oc took over my body. I'm sorry. I haven't been a very good friend."
Wade patted Peter's shoulder. "That's okay, buddy. Want to make it up to me? Drop your pants. Let's see that dick and balls that women are willing to be thrown off a bridge to get."
Peter blanched. "What? No! That would be gay."
"I'm pansexual, Peter." Wade turns to reader. "Though the only time I get dick is in fan fiction like the one you are reading right now." Wade turns back to Peter. "You did come here for a physical and that entails me checking to see if your web shooters down there have cancer."
Peter undoes his belt buckle and drops his jeans to the floor. He isn't wearing any underwear, so an erect eight inch dick bounces out. "You wanted to see it so bad. There it is. Are you just going to look at it?"
Wade takes off his gloves and grips Peter's cock. "Damn, Spidey. Almost as big as me." He lets go of the cock and cups Peter's large left testicle, rolls it between his thumbs and fingers. Peter stifles a moan. He then repeats on the right ball. After he's satisfied Peter has no lumps, he drops them. "I'm going to suck your cock now, Peter. For serious medical reasons. Please don't erase this from the timeline the next time Aunt May breaks her hip."
Peter gives Wade a puzzled look. "What the hell are you talking about?"
