I'm Spider-Man (MCU)

Chapter 397: Sex Ed with Spider-Man

Chapter 397: Sex Ed with Spider-Man

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The living room was filled with a mix of amusement and disbelief as the Spider-Men stared at Tom, their expressions a mixture of shock and amusement. Well, except Tobey, who never had s*x in high school or college, for that matter.

Tom shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face turning several shades of red. His only solace in this situation was Tobey, though that was nothing to be proud of...

Peter couldn't resist the opportunity to tease his fellow Spider-Man. "You mean to tell me that you haven't had a chance to... You know, glaze the donut?" He asked and received confused looks all around. "Oh, come on! Bump uglies, horizontal tango, conquer the pink fortress, two-person pushups, assault with a friendly weapon, a bit of the old in and out, bedroom rodeo, hot yoga, parallel parking, bow chick a wow wow-"

Tom interrupter Peter before he could continue, his embarrassment turning into annoyance. "Yes, I get it! I'm a late bloomer or whatever you want to call it. Can we please move on?"

Peter smirked, enjoying this very much. And although Tobey and Andrew wouldn't admit it, they were getting a kick out of this whole situation as well.

Peter sat back and kicked his feet up. "We can't have this... Spider-Man, the heartthrob of the multiverse, has yet to embark on the journey of passion." He couldn't help but exaggerate his words for effect, much to Tom's dismay.

Andrew leaned in, a twinkle of amusement in his eye. "Don't worry, mate. We're here to guide you through this delicate and beautiful process. Consider us your wise mentors on the subject of knocking boots."

Tom groaned. "Please. No more innuendos. I can't take anymore..."

Tobey nodded in agreement, his eyes drifting off into the distance. "I remember when Uncle Ben gave me 'The Talk'... I hated every second of it, but it did help. So maybe we should do the same?" He offered, seemingly the only one of them that was willing to help out of the goodness of his heart.

Tom's face contorted into a mix of horror and annoyance. "You guys seriously enjoy tormenting me, don't you?"

Peter shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face. "It's all in good fun. Consider this an initiation into the brotherhood of Spider-Men. Plus, it's high time you had a proper understanding of these matters."

With a resigned sigh, Tom leaned back in his seat, bracing himself for the inevitable onslaught of information.

"Alright," Andrew began, adopting a mock-serious tone. "Let's start with the basics. You see, when a man and a woman, or any two consenting individuals, for that matter, really love each other..."

Peter chimed in, unable to resist the opportunity to add a playful jab. "Or when they just want to have a good time, or in some cases, when they're bitten by a radioactive spider..."

Andrew, still grinning, continued the explanation. "They engage in an act known as sexual intercourse, or simply put, having sex. It's a physical expression of love, desire, or just h*rny fun."

Tom rubbed his temples, clearly exasperated. "I'm well aware of what sex is, guys. I'm not completely clueless."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Then perhaps you'd like to enlighten us with your vast knowledge and experience?"

Tom sighed, realizing he couldn't escape. "Fine, continue. Just get it over with."

Peter pretended to clear his throat dramatically, assuming the role of a professor. "Now, there are certain physical aspects to consider during the act. Shall we discuss the male and female anatomy in intricate detail?"

Tom's eyes widened, his face growing redder by the second. "No! Please, spare me... I'll do anything."

Tobey chimed in, a serious look on his face. "Oh, come on. You can't back out now. It's essential, after all."

Reluctantly, Tom gestured for them to continue, albeit with a pained expression. 'Please kill me now...'

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After over an hour of explanations, diagrams, and even videos, Tom knew far more than he needed to know about sexual intercourse, his eyes dim and lifeless as if he survived some sort of horrific event.

Peter cleared his throat, holding a notepad in his hand. "Alright, it's time for a little quiz. We need to make sure you've been paying attention during our lessons. Are you ready?"

Tom sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

Peter grinned mischievously. "Excellent. Let's begin. Question number one: What is the main purpose of using protection during sexual intercourse?"

Tom shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Um, to prevent unwanted pregnancies and protect against sexually transmitted infections."

"Correct," Peter acknowledged, jotting down a checkmark in his notebook. "Moving on. Question two: What are the effective forms of birth control, other than condoms?"

Tom hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly answered, "The pill, abstinence, pulling out, through its not very effective, IUD, ..." The more he listed, the brighter shade of red his face became.

Peter nodded approvingly. "That's right. No risk, no worries. Now let's take it up a notch, Can you explain the concept of safe words?"

Tom's eyes widened, a mixture of embarrassment and panic washing over him. "Uh, well... it's a word or phrase that partners use during... intimate moments, to signal when they want to stop or when something is uncomfortable."

"Good," Peter said as he conjured an a huge image of a vagina. "Now, for the final question: Can you point out the clitoris in this image?"

Tom took a deep breath, his cheeks still red. "H-Here..." He shakily points it out.

Before anyone could respond, the sound of a door creaking open caught their attention. Aunt May stepped into the living room, clad in some rather revealing pajamas.

Instantly, her eyes widening at what she found. "What in the world are you boys doing?" She asked, her eyes firmly placed on the image floating above Peter's outstretched hand.

Tom hopped out of his seat and stammered, trying to find the right words. "A-Aunt May, I... it's not what it sounds like. We were just... uh..."

Aunt May shook her head, not fully comprehending the situation in her groggy state. She made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. "I don't need to know the details. Just... keep it down. I'm too tired for... whatever this is."

As the other Spider-Men chuckled awkwardly, Aunt May walked back past them, taking a sip from her water bottle. She gave them all a tired smile and headed back to her room, leaving the young Spider-Man to his awkward predicament.

Once she was gone,Tom let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He glanced at the other Spider-Men, who were trying their best not to burst into laughter.

Peter stood up and reached his arm around Toms shoulders. "And that is why we have the hottest Aunt May in the multiverse..."

Tom groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Can this night get any worse?"

Tom sighed, knowing that he would never live this down. But deep down, he couldn't help but appreciate the support and camaraderie he had found, even if it meant enduring some embarrassing moments along the way.

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As the sun began to set, Venom emerged from the sewers, his dark form pulsating with malevolence as he took in the surroundings. His eyes scanned the street, filled with disdain and hunger for his next meal. And that's when he spotted Flash Thompson, boasting about his fictional friendship with Spider-Man to a group of disinterested girls.

Flash, wearing his typical self-assured smirk, leaned casually against the wall, regaling the girls with tales of his heroic escapades. "Yeah, you know, Spidey and I are tight. We go way back. Saved the city together countless times."

The girls exchanged skeptical glances and rolled their eyes, clearly unimpressed by Flash's attempts to impress them. They turned to leave, ignoring Flash's protests, as he desperately tried to salvage his ego.

But the symbiote, hidden within the darkness, was captivated by Flash's words. Venom needed a new host, and someone who could bring him closer to Spider-Man was certainly appealing. So here, in front of him, was a golden opportunity.

As the girls walked away, Flash's bravado deflated, his shoulders slumping in disappointment. That's when Venom made his move. In a swift and fluid motion, the symbiote extended its tendrils, wrapping around Flash's body and covering him in its inky darkness.

Flash gasped in shock and fear, his eyes widening as the alien substance enveloped him. He tried to scream for help, but his voice was muffled, choked by the symbiote's grip. Venom tightened his hold, draining him of his strength and will, taking full control of his new host.

The transformation was swift and brutal. The symbiote molded itself into a new form, melding with Flash's body and disappearing beneath his skin. Venom now wore Flash's body like a suit, his once cocky demeanor replaced with a sinister and predatory aura.

Venom's eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, relishing in the surge of strength from his connection to a host, a vessel to fulfill his twisted desires. And with Flash's knowledge of Peter Parker, Venom saw an opportunity to finally confront his first host.

Venom's voice, a chilling blend of Flash's and the symbiote's hissing tone, echoed through the deserted street. "Spider-Man, your 'best friend' Flash is here to play."

And with that, Venom leaped into the air, his symbiotic tendrils propelling him forward, as he disappeared into the night, with a bewildered and terrified Flash Thompson, trapped within the confines of his own body.

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