Bad Spidey (Spider Man)
Copyright© 2025 by sexdottxt
Chapter 1: A JUICY Idea
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: A JUICY Idea - Having a mind to outdo Peter, Miles starts by looking at his mentor's sex tapes with MJ. And then he's ready to do far more than just watch them fuck.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fan Fiction Superhero Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Leg Fetish
Miles Morales was scheming in his room.
He shouldn’t have been. He attended Visions Academy. He had a promising future as a Spider-Man. He was even a protege to Peter Parker, the most infamous Spider-Man of them all.
That was the problem. It was a saying in the superhero world that if you didn’t have some supervillain rival, a crazed lunatic obsessed with you and out to get out, that you had truly made it. Miles didn’t have that yet. He couldn’t. He didn’t even see himself as a superhero yet.
He had been Peter’s apprentice for two years now. After getting bitten by that radioactive spider, it meant the world for someone else to take him under their wing and show him how to use those powers. Let alone someone who was as badass as the OG. It was like having a whole new father. Not a controlling one like his blood dad, who chose to be a cop of all things. No, a cool dad.
But old habits died hard. Just as he had beef with his real father, so too did he start to want to outdo his new one. He’d make sure he came on top in the end.
Things were different though. There was no bad blood between them. Training under Peter, going out on missions with him, they were the most fun he ever had. He remembered the first time he had slung between buildings.
He was top of a skyscraper one morning right beside his new father, his brother from another mother, and the coolest person on the planet. The orange sun was beginning to rise over the horizon, lighting up the New York city skyline. This early, the streets were still noisy, cars all over the place, people going to and from work. Peter had gotten him up around 6AM, and things hadn’t changed much. They didn’t call it the city that never sleeps for no reason.
He had been groggy himself. Peter had gotten him up extra early without warning. This trip wasn’t scheduled or planned, as was usually how things went. Whether it was training toe to toe, the proper practice of webslinging, or doing drills on rescuing hostages, Peter had always given him proper notice beforehand. The only times he hadn’t was when something really bad was going down and Peter needed some backup. Even then, those situations didn’t require too much help from the understudy. All he had to do was throw down with some villainous minions, flunkies who had an attitude problem. Sometimes things didn’t even come to that, and Miles just watched in awe as Peter went at it for real, it was like watching some MMA fight for real. Tired as he was that morning, he was excited to see his hero kick some ass.
He was so excited that he didn’t even bother to eat breakfast. He was glad. If he had, he would have likely thrown it all up.
“You can’t be serious,” Miles said.
“Totes serious.” Peter smiled at him.
Miles ignored that Peter was still saying totes. Nobody said that anymore. He had a mind his idol was being ironically dorky. Or just trying to psyche him out on a morning like this.
Miles didn’t respond. Not that that fazed Peter. He just said right back, “First time for everything.”
“Yeah but I figured I’d need more practice. Hell, I do need more practice. You’ve made me do some stunts with this webslinging I’d never done before. But this is totally new...”
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid.”
“Yeah, I am. Bout ready to start shitting bricks.”
Peter laughed so hard he actually snorted. “Cool story bro.”
“People don’t say that anymore either!”
“Like I care. I’m bringing it back!”
Miles laughed awkwardly. “Alright, alright, so ... can we just go home. Because this is...”
“Crazy?”
“Yeah.”
“So if a villain came up right now you’d just sit there and wouldn’t do anything? Like say ... Kraven. Or Doc Ock crawling up like King Kong or Green Goblin flying all over the place. You’d just sit there and do nothing?”
“You haven’t trained me for this kind of thing!”
“This is training.”
“It’s just I thought...” He laughed awkwardly himself. “I thought that there’d be a little more rehearsal than this.”
He hadn’t just sparred with Peter in hand to hand combat. He’d trained with his webslingers in big warehouses, cleared out of anything save the barest details. First he pulled himself from the various railings and walkways, basic stuff. Then Peter would improvise things, adding various structures to sling from, and each time he would increase the distance between them. Pretty soon, Peter outright made the distances wide and vast enough without any warning and Miles would follow his instructions to the letter, going high and low no problem with no fear. From there he learned how to apply his power further, using his webslingers to deal with improvised hostage rescue situations, ways to take out enemies from a distance without even engaging with them. It had been thorough.
But nothing could prepare for him for this. Peter didn’t mind one bit. “Rehearsal?” he said. “This ain’t chorus practice. You gotta get up and seize the day!”
Under the red and black spider suit, Miles was sweating bullets. All those cars on the streets, the people, they looked so tiny from up there. The burning dawn sky beautiful as it was looked like it was about ready to crash onto him. He had to take a few steps back.
“Relax kid,” Peter said. “If anything happens, I’ve got your back.”
“But ... if I fall, you can’t reach me in time. You drop a light object and a small object, and they both fall at exactly the same speed. And if you try and sling me up while I’m falling I’ll...”
He stopped talking. He didn’t want to say die, the thought was too morbid. But unlike in a certain other timeline, Peter hadn’t failed to save a certain someone. And if Miles wouldn’t play along normally, he’d push him into the role.
“Then how about we do it like skydiving? You hold onto my back and we’ll sling together. ‘Course it’ll be weird to see in The Daily Bugle, won’t it? Will they say we’re Spider-Bros? Spider-Guys? Spider-Lads? Hell, maybe we’ll be the Spider-Lovers? That’ll be awkward to explain to my girlfriend, but she’s trusted and supported me in all things. I suppose she’ll learn to accept your new presence in our lives...”
“Fine, I get it!” Getting his bearings, Miles took a few steps back on the surface of the skyscraper. Then he ran fast and leapt forward, activating his webslinger.
At first he felt sheer terror as he looked under him. The streets below him suddenly became very close, and he couldn’t look away. But when he felt the webbing make contact with something, he looked up. The connection to another skyscraper and the fast motion of his body in freefall carried him and suddenly he wasn’t dropping to his death, he was swinging forward fast like he wasn’t a human anymore or even a superhero, no he felt like an airplace, a jet going at top speed. Whatever terror he felt was gone and now there was only sheer exhilaration.
He laughed and let out a loud whoop of joy. With no fear or hesitation, he slung another web and connected to another skyscraper, and then another. It felt as natural as breathing, and for the first time in a long time he felt invincible.
Beside him was Peter, also slinging. “How you like it Spider-Bro? You still afraid?”
Miles just laughed. “Fuck no! This is the most fun I’ve ever had in my entire life!”
“I knew you’d get the hang of it.”
“Hang of it! I see what you did there!” He was still laughing. He looked down. “Good morning people of New York! Damn what a fine morning!”
“Hey Spider-Bro! Keep your eyes up front! You know better than that! I know the chicky babes look all nice and fine this lovely morning, but your eyes should be standing up! Not a certain other thing!”
“Yeah, yeah, dad!”
They kept on going at it, laughing. Miles got even more bold, doing smooth acrobatic flips and taking a diving position. It got Peter worried when he did that, he was getting precariously low, but then the other Spider-Man saved himself and slung out another string, and with every passing skyscraper climbed back up until he was level with Peter’s height again. He was still laughing.
“Don’t do that again,” said Peter. “You got me worried there for a sec.”
“When was the last time you did that?”
“Lost count. These days I’m all about keeping it professional, right?”
“Whatever dad. Just think it’s an excuse that your old man bones are catching up to you.”
“Hey, I’ll be turning thirty in a few weeks! Give me a break!”
“Talk as much as you like, bruh! Thirty is the new fifty! Not like me, still in the prime of my life.”
They kept on slinging like that for a good long while. After that Peter got serious. “Hey Miles, how about we stop at that next one. I promised a certain someone I’d meet her soon.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll go easy on you.”
They landed on the roof of the next skyscraper. It wasn’t a chance coincidence they had stopped here. Peter had a series of unofficial bases across New York, places where he would use to lie low in case things got bad. Away from his main place of residence and away from his loved ones. Miles only knew about a few of them. As much as he enjoyed his company, Peter didn’t have total faith in Miles just yet.
Miles tore off his mask. By now the sun had become brighter and the sky was a clear blue. His dark skin was covered in sweat and he was laughing. “Goddamn Pete. I don’t know how you’d ever get bored of a job like this.”
“You tangle with some of the guys I have and you’ll find it can get terrifying. Your heart will be beating for another reason.” He looked down over the parapets. “And my heart’s beating for another reason too.”
Miles joined him. The sidewalks were starting to get more crowded. On this morning, there were plenty of girls out. Some were dressed all fine and professional, others were dressed casual. But with how hot it was, they were all showing plenty of skin. Even the most conservative of them were showing some leg.
“Which one you have picked out?” he said, turning to look at Peter. But he was gone. Miles turned back and saw that he was already running back to the rooftop door. Grinning, Miles joined him.
The only thing in there was a set of stairs leading down. Peter was already going down. Miles followed right behind him. It wasn’t long before they reached one of the locker rooms Peter had picked out for the both of them. They changed out of their spider-suits and into a series of plainclothes.
The two guys smiled at each other. They didn’t look like superheroes anymore, instead they both looked like gym studs. It wasn’t odd to see Peter like that, he wasn’t a dorky kid anymore, whether it was as Spider-Man or his overall public persona. Miles on the other hand felt a little awkward. If any of his friends from the old Brooklyn school saw him like this, they’d laugh their asses off.
But in the company of Peter Parker, he didn’t care about any of that. Nor did he really care about looking awkward. After seeing so many hotties on the city streets, he was eager to get a firsthand look at them too.
Before he knew it, they were both on the first floor. Pushing the doors wide open, Peter was moving about with a brisk pep in his step and Miles was all too happy to follow him. Back outside, Miles was feeling a little suave, checking out all the ladies, smiling at them and trying to look as cool as possible. He was normally never this bold but after today’s events and in the company of a real hero, he had nothing to fear.
So many pretty ladies on these city streets. Some were standoffish while others smiled cutely and others just laughed. He just felt like a champ making eye contact with so many beautiful women and shooting his shot. No doubt some of them had boyfriends. He didn’t care.
There was one though that stuck out from all the rest. Long red hair that shone almost gold in that sunlight, full luscious lips, a total knockout. That wasn’t helped by what she was wearing. A low cut tiny t-shirt that clung to her body and gave him a good few of her breathtaking cleavage, baring her lovely flat stomach and hips while hugging her massive breasts, little pink shorts that tightened up into a cameltoe with those long lovely legs to the whole world. She had just stopped running, her perfect thighs were still jiggling as she was slowing down and her face was covered in sweat. That just meant her beauty was all natural.
She was so gorgeous he couldn’t tell what age she was. Older than him to be sure, none of the hotties at Brooklyn Middle looked like this. That’s how it was with beautiful women, but especially with a bombshell like this one, she could have only been a few years older than him or she could be a decade older than that. Her freckles were barely visible. He was just staring at her, he didn’t just want to smile at her, and he barely caught himself from staring at her chest, he could see she wasn’t wearing a bra at all, he could see the pronounced shape of her nipples. She was oblivious to him, just another face in the crowd, and she had headphones on.
They locked eyes. Suddenly feeling out of his depth, he didn’t know what to say. That high from getting over his fears and slinging across the city was nothing compared to being in the presence of a goddess like this one. He suddenly felt self-conscious about that joyride in the air as if he only was a little boy for feeling such a thing in the first place. Neither of them said anything. It was only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity for him. He tried to think of something.
Before he even realized it, he was getting hard. Just as his lip quivered in his inability to find his words, there was a close and familiar voice that said, “There’s my girl!”
It snapped Miles out of that trance. The instant of snapping out of that was so sudden that he couldn’t place who it was, but he hoped to god that she wouldn’t sic him on her. He saw someone going up to her. That fast she broke eye contact with him and looked at her guy. She almost jumped like she was shocked too. But not for long, her face lit up that instant with a smile and she looked so much more beautiful and unattainable to him. Miles almost jumped when he saw who it was.
It was Peter. He grabbed her by her hips and scooped her up into his arms. She laughed and hugged him, her long naked legs bound around his back. His mentor and a hero dressed up like a gym bro with such a goddess of a woman, Miles suddenly felt so weak, as if he was an impostor and not his real heir at all, a child in the presence of a man. He never felt so weak before. He’d seen Mary Jane Watson before when Peter would show him photos from his phone, but this was the first time meeting her for real.
“Hope I’m not late,” Peter said.
“Oh no, right on time,” she said. “And besides, you’re looking real cute today.”
“Not as fine as you.”
Then she cupped his face and kissed him. Miles felt like he was watching a movie for real. It was one thing to see such a beautiful woman in real time, let alone practically naked like she was now. It was another thing to see her engaged in such a warm and intimate act. Watching porn, fantasizing, that was all well and good, but it was another thing entirely to see something so beautiful and erotic happen in real time.
He remembered the first time he saw two hot girls making out with each other while he was walking home from school, it was amazing. He thought the girls in his class were hot, but they were another thing altogether, he imagined they must have been in college. He couldn’t believe what was happening right in front of his eyes. As soon as they were done, they saw him and giggled, then snuck off away somewhere else. He always regretted not asking if he could tag along.
But this was something else. She was dressed like a bimbo, some dumb slut like those two he first saw, the type who would make out with another girl and put it online, and yet he knew she was something else. The way she was clinging to him, his hands running all over those perfect legs and cupping that badonkadonk of hers spilling so badly out of those shorts, Peter Parker must have been the luckiest guy in the world. They only started out gently kissing but now they were full on making out, the sounds of their tongues going at it was pretty loud. Miles didn’t dare look away, the heat of the day was nothing compared to the heat in his pants, there was nothing else he cared about. It was sexy, it was unattainable, and he wanted to be a part of it so bad.
A bit of a crowd was watching them go at it too. When they stopped, he set her down. The pack of people that had gathered around them were cheering and clapping. Miles was so caught up in it, watching them, sharing the sentiment with those people, that he barely stopped himself from joining in with them at the last minute. Today was shaping up to be a beautiful day.
Not that all that commotion mattered to these lovebirds. MJ was the first one to speak and said, “Look but don’t touch boys. I’m already taken.”
“Yeah, go beat it somewhere else,” said Peter.
He didn’t need to be wearing his spider-suit for people to get the hint. His current build, the way he was dressed, he didn’t look like the little nerd he was back in high school and he didn’t look like a superhero either. Instead he looked like your typical jock. They all cleared out fast.
Peter looked back at Miles. “Sorry about getting all gooey back there. Not very professional for a scientist to be doing that sort of thing.”
“But very heroic,” said MJ. She looked at Miles. “Is this...?”
“He is indeed! Mary Jane Watson, this is my one and only protege Mr. Miles Morales at your service!”
She smiled at him and his heart leapt up in his chest. “Nice to meet your acquaintanceship. Peter’s told me all about you.” She held out her hand to shake it. Time was stopping for him again, just like when he leapt between skyscrapers for the first time. But this one was far worse.
Those beautiful green eyes of hers were twinkling. He was freezing up and he knew it. Desperate to make a good first impression, he smiled as confidently as he could and took her hand. “Hey.”
She giggled and Peter chuckled himself. “Don’t mind him,” said Peter. “He just swung from skyscrapers for the first time. So he’s a bit out of it.”
“I bet. Peter’s being nice to you, right? If he isn’t, let me know and I’ll pull a Lysistrata on him.”
“Lysis-what?” Miles said, suddenly at a loss for words.
“That’s why I fell in love with this woman,” said Peter. “Beautiful, an absolute angel, and well read to boot.”
“It’s book smarts mixed with street smarts. Me and Gwen, we were talking about it, and we’ve decided if our guys ever get an attitude, we can always hit ‘em where it hurts. That means you’ll in the dog house.”
“Well. You’re not going to pull that on me anytime soon, are you?”
“That depends.” She looked at Miles. “He’s been a good boy, right?”
That same smile was messing him up all over again. He didn’t know what else to do but put on that dumb attempt at a cocky grin again. “Sure.”
She looked back at Peter and smiled even more sweetly but there was a bit of devil in that look too. Miles only wished he could have a girl as gorgeous as this one look at him like that. “Well, if you’ve been nice to him, I think I can give you a hero’s reward.”
Peter smiled back at her, and this time there was no hint of the dorky persona he had been putting on earlier. She took his arm and made a motion with her head. Still smiling that man’s smile, he nodded himself. Then he looked back at Miles. “Be seeing you. You did great today!”
Normally praise from Peter would have been enough for Miles. But it was MJ’s next words that really made his day. “Yeah, keep it up. Before long you’ll be making Peter here look like half of a Spider-Man.”
Unable to keep his confident facade any longer, Miles just looked away and smiled bashfully. He was thankful he had such a dark complexion. Growing up black in this neighborhood hadn’t been easy especially for someone as dark as he was, but now neither of them could see how much he was blushing. It was bad enough that he had to hide his growing boner under his legs.
Then they turned around and left. Miles couldn’t look away from MJ’s glorious backside. Whenever he was checking out hot chicks in the summertime (who depending on your perspective either didn’t know how to dress or were very well dressed), he couldn’t decide whether he liked the front or back of their thighs more. Mary Jane Watson was yet more proof of that. But what was getting his attention now weren’t her legs but that ass of hers. She was wearing one of those pairs of shorts that had those words printed in thick letters on the donk. In this case it read ‘JUICY.’