Ever since I started reading spiderman comics I have been obsessed with Peter Parker and Harry Osborne getting together. So I finally wrote a story in where they do. So hopefully you guys will enjoy it. Oh, and honest criticism is welcomed. If it needs to be fixed or could be better please tell me. This story is pure fiction and does not reflect the true sexuality of Peter Parker/Harry Osborn These characters are trademarks of Marvel Entertainment Peter and Harry At 2:30 in the afternoon, 18 year old Peter Parker is doing something that you would've never caught him dead doing a few weeks ago. On the floor, a shirtless Peter is adjusting himself in the correct push up position. Legs together, feet straight, arms stretched straight out in front of him, both are about the same distance away from his chest, and his head facing forward. He is ready to begin. Peter drops his torso slow to the floor, making sure that he lets his arms bend at a perfect 90 degrees. Then with no effort at all he lifts himself into the starting position again, and does another perfect push up. After about ten minutes Peter had done 250 pushups nonstop, and he felt like he could do a few hundred more; and he did. Up and down Peter continued, with each set of 50 pushups becoming slightly tougher than the next. Peter never notices that every time he came down to do a pushup, his cock would rub against the plush carpet on his bedroom floor through his thin shorts. Since Aunt May had ran out to take care of a few errands, Peter was in the house alone. So he figured that he could try going without underwear for a while just to get the feel of it. Since the spider bite accident at the lab, he had been having some trouble trying to keep his new enlarged manhood in his briefs. So not only was his triceps swelling with each push up, but his cock was swelling too each time it touched the floor. A few blocks away, Harry Osborne was on his way to see his best friend so they could study together for a big test coming up in Science class. Peter really didn't need the studying, but he agreed to help Harry prepare since it was senior year and Harry need to pass this class to graduate. Wearing a simple navy blue v-neck, a pair of fair fitting jeans, and a pair of the most comfortable sneakers his father could but, Harry walked down the sidewalk through Peter's neighborhood. It felt almost like a foreign country to him as he compared it to his penthouse in the city. The sun showed no mercy that day, and Harry began to wonder why he just didn't get his butler to drop him off. Sweat began to form on Harry face, which started to fall into his eyes creating a slight sting. Harry lifts up his shirt to wipe off the excess amount of sweat on his forehead before more fell into his eyes. One of the neighborhood's residents was cutting his grass when he just so happened to look up and see Harry's exposed stomach while he was wiping his face. The man stopped dead in his tracks as he watched the 18 year old boy walk by revealing a tight set of six pack abs on his stomach. They were cut so deep and tight that they looked as if Harry had just got done doing 1000 crunches. Thanks to the swimming and boxing coaches Harry's dad had hired for him, Harry had developed a nicely toned and slightly muscular physique. Not noticing the hard on that he just caused the innocent bystander to develop, Harry continued on his way to Peter's house. 30 minutes had passed by since he started, and Peter had done an additional 750 pushups; and he was working on 800. At this point Peter's arms were throbbing with pain, and his chest felt extremely sore. Each push up was a struggle now as his arms shook violently. Though he knew he needed to, Peter had no desire to stop. His curiosity regarding his new found strength was just too great. 795...796...797...798. His heart beating harder than it ever has before, rushing blood to his overworked biceps, triceps, and chest; and somehow still have enough to keep his cock nearly fully erect. The veins in his arms looked as though they were about to rip through his skin, his breathes were shallow and quick, and sweat completely covered his body causing him to slightly glisten in the sunlight from his window. 799...800...801...802. Peter now began to groan loudly, sending sounds of struggle throughout the entire house. His chest flared in and out, filling his lungs with as much oxygen as it possibly could. Sweat covered most of his torso, drops of the salty liquid dripping from his hard nipples onto the floor. A wet spot was beginning to develop underneath his body on the carpet. His cock was now fully hard and straining against the thin layer of fabric that acted as its prison, creating a huge stain at the front from his uncontrollable leakage of his man juice. 810...811...812. Peter continued to push himself and push himself to the max. Just when he was about to reach 820 the door bell rang. Peter stopped in midair and dropped to the floor. Fatigue, soreness, and slight pain immediately filled his whole upper torso. His arms felt like heaps of jelly connected to his shoulders. Taking a few moments to catch his breath Peter rested on the floor, still not able to believe how many pushups he had just done. A few weeks ago he couldn't even do 10 pushups, but now he is able to do more than 800 in under an hour; it was remarkable. The sound of the doorbell ringing another five times brought Peter's thoughts back to what was going on. Whoever it was at the door surely was a persistent little bastard. Peter slowly picked himself up off the floor, and began to make his way to the front door.