Wishful Thinking

Little Buddy Pine sat on the curb in front of the local suburbian Metroville comic store, clutching the photo of Mr Incredible to his chest. His hero had been signing for two hours, and Buddy had stayed for the whole duration.

He had skipped there after school and now waited for his father to pick him up. His mother had promised her husband would be there promptly at five, but it was coming up on six and still no sign of him.

Thinking back on the day, it had started out like any other- His mother asking him questions before school, but not really caring the answers. Buddy had learned long ago that the best thing to do was answer shortly but politely and pretend to listen to her.

The bus ride had been uneventful with Buddy sitting in a seat all by himself. He had a quiet understanding with all of the other kids; It was early, they were all tired, and Buddy kept his obsessions to himself.

The whole day went per usual with the normal bullies picking on him at the regular times. It was all worth it, as Buddy kept his figurative sight on the end of the day.

He nearly knocked over a couple of people after the shrill final bell rang in attempts to get to the store first. The store was nearly a five minute's walk from the school, a bunch of little shops being housed nearby.

The bell on the front door announced Buddy's enterance and Mr Incredible inwardly cringed. Buddy meant a tyraid of questioning and not a moments peace, but he couldn't blame the kid.

"Hello there-" Mr Incredible cut himself off, not being able to remember the poor kids name.

Buddy beamed, seeing he was the only one in the store at the time. Shuffling quickly up to his idol, he brandished a picture in his face, nearly melting under his gaze.

"Alright, and you want me to sign this to.. ?"

"The head of your fanclub!"

Mr Incredible inwardly kicked himself; He was hoping the kid would say his name. He gave the obsessor a sympathetic look.

Buddy's excited face slowly turned to a frown. "Buddy?"

"Buddy!" Mr Incredible nearly screamed. "I knew that." He gave his best superhero smile.

It worked, for Buddy was back into the charisma of the hero and smiled. Soon, people started to file into the store and Buddy and Mr Incredible wouldn't have another moment alone for the whole two hours.

Buddy would stay off to the side of the table to be near Mr Incredible, but to not seem obsessed when in truth, he was far beyond obsessed.

Snapping him out of his thoughts, his father's car pulled up near the curb. Buddy hopped up and jumped into the passenger's side. His father immediatly started interogating him.

"What were you doing on the curb? You could've been hit!"

Buddy didn't hear the rest of his father's tangent as he continued staring at the signed portrait.

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Buddy rushed past his mother as she opened the door, vaguely hearing something about dinner being ready soon. Shutting his door, he searched his room for a place to put his new treasure. He finally settled for pinning it on the wall right across from his headboard, so he could see it as he went to sleep.

Sighing happily at his handiwork, he shuffled to the dinner table and ate in silence.

His parents bantered on about who-knows-what, but all Buddy could think of was Mr Incredible- How cool was it that he had something in his room his hero had touched?

Buddy giggled silently to himself, the only thing betraying his happiness being a broad smile, but his parents never noticed.

Quickly brandishing his empty plate while excusing himself quietly, he all but ran back to his room, shut the door and looked over to his signed picture.

Sighing slowly in admiration, Buddy glided over to his bed and pulled off his clothes to slip into something more comfortable, his mind drifting. What if the day had gone differently?

"Alright, and you want me to sign this to.. ?"

"The head of your fanclub!"

Mr Incredible smirked. "Buddy, of course. I'd know you anywhere."

Buddy blushed, returning the smile. He leaned over the table as Mr Incredible's hand swished away, signing the picture.

Looking up, Mr Incredible slowly took in Buddy's facial expression and smiled devilishly.

"Tell everyone who comes in I couldn't make it."

Buddy leaned back againest the headboard, slowly running his hand down his body. He ran his nails lightly down his young stomach, shivering under the feather-like touches.

Mr Incredible led Buddy back to the bathroom, immediatly pushing him againest the wall. Buddy grunted under the pressure, feeling his hero try to hold back his strength.

"Be gentle," Buddy squeaked out.

"I can't, you're just so-"

Buddy moaned softly, running his hand over his flacid member, slowly growing hard under his own touches. Leaning his head back, he allowed himself to slip completely into his fantasy world.

As Mr Incredible rubbed himself againest Buddy, he could feel himself responding. Chuckling, the elder man leaned down and nipped at his fan's ear. Pulling down his suit, Buddy gasped at the size of him.

Buddy gasped in real life as he pinched the head of his cock. He licked his hand for a brief moment, then went back to pulling at himself, holding back the moans that pushed to escape.

Buddy leaned down and took almost all of his idol into his mouth, working quickly at him. Mr Incredible moaned, doing everything he could to hold back from fucking his mouth harshly. Buddy let some precum drip from the side of his mouth, and Mr Incredible kneeled over to lick it off.

Buddy squirmed as he began to go slower, revelling in the languid torture he was inflicting upon himself. He opened his eyes to look back at the picture, his fantasy being encouraged by it.

Mr Incredible turned Buddy over harshly, slowly leaning in to push deep inside Buddy. Buddy whimpered, his very insides stretching to try and hold all of the elder man. Mr Incredible started a slow pace but couldn't get it up for long, ramming faster and faster, deeper and deeper into Buddy's tight warm hole.

Buddy rubbed himself harshly, starting to bite his lip to keep from moaning. His theighs began to clench, feeling his release coming closer.

Buddy suddenly felt hot liquid shoot into him and fall over his ass. Buddy pushed himself onto the cold tile of the wall, feeling himself come at the very feel of Mr Incredible behind him. As he had his release, the superhero slammed his fist on the wall next to Buddy's head and planted an indent that would forever stay on the stall wall as a sign of their passion.

Buddy arched his back, squeaking to keep from yelling. He felt the juice of his love squirt all over his stomach, and he only wished Mr Incredible could be there to lap it all up. He panted, his chest rising and falling quickly to the beat of his heart.

Opening his eyes, he looked to the picture across his room. Someday he'd be his sidekick, then he'd get what he wanted.

He'd get it everyday.