Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2008 03:05:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert <dancer5612004@yahoo.com>
Subject: In Here Clark, In Here

Superman was getting a stirring in his groin, and it was getting hot!
Perspiration was developing around his forehead, as he recalled to himself
he had not had sex in three weeks, and all because of his excessive
schedule as Clark Kent, besides his duties as a superhero. The feeling was
overwhelming, because it seems that every time he's sees a nice round tush,
his hidden gun develops a longer barrel. That gun of his was ready for some
wild west rock-a-thon, but he wasnt quite sure what to do about it. Jacking
off wasnt the answer. No, this had to be taken care of with another
partner, and it might as well be his lover back home. For some time now,
Superman has been turning on to different strangers, whether in the office,
or coming to and from work. What made it more difficult, was feeling this
way in his superhero tights gear because he knew that his shorts displayed
their anguish. .  UPFRONT. His long snake in his Clark Kent pants was
twisting and turing for relief, and he could feel his aching head battle
with the cloth that surrounded it. Sometimes he nudged his big thighs
around to calm it down, and sometimes he crossed his legs in his chair to
battle the mound. He loosened his necktie, and fixed his glasses while
looking impatiently at his work. This was a job for Superman.

  While writing down a memo, he placed his left hand on his thigh, and with
his long masculine finger gave his bulging head in his pants a rub. It felt
so good, and the thought of stroking it, preferably in someone's ass, or
wet mouth made him clear his throat. He was sweating around his face, and
almost thought to take some time off, but it was half an hour before his
shift was up, and he decided to get a drink of water from the water cooler.

  He put on his jacket and buttoned it, to hide any clue of his sexual
arousal, but while walking to the water cooler area, he could only think of
that firm mass between his bulging legs. It needed some help. After
swifting down a huge quick gulp from a paper cup, he told Perry White he
was feeling ill, and had to go home early. He said he would be in first
thing in the morning. Perry, busy with his layout, gave Clark a quick look
and dismissed him for the day. There wasnt much left, but the layout was
bound to get some overtime.

  Clark took the city bus because his ride was off schedule, and for some
reason he got stuck with the seats that go sideways. He firmly held his
leather briefcase around his crotch to hide any gloating signs of an
erection in the making. It was struggling to get out, and be set
free.Getting off the bus wasnt so bad, and he calmly walked down the city
sidewalk into his apartment gateway. Once he got inside, he took the
elevator to his apartment, and hoped his lover was at home. He walked in
and the television was on. Clark said, "hello?", and the male voice
replied, "In here Clark!"

  Clark saw his boyfriend watching the big screen with his feet on the
table, and said, "how was your day?" "Everything OK, I fixed dinner and its
on the table, help yourself. Its fried chicken." Clark just stood there
with an open expression, not saying a word. So he took off his jacket, and
set it cautiously on the chair. He loosened his tie, and went to give his
boyfriend a hug. But when he hugged him, and said, "I love you," he was
silently rubbing his aching crotch muscle on the back of the sofa. "I cant
wait for that chicken," Clark said with a grin.

  After munching his last bit of chicken leg, his boyfriend began to do the
dishes with the water faucet going full blast. His boyfriend was wearing
tight running shorts, and had a very nice round butt just peeking from
below the shorts. Again Clark brought his one hand down to between his
thighs, and rubbed his manly wrist straight center. He gazed at that nice
round butt, and thought to himself this was going to be one heck of a
night. His tongue leered to the side of his mouth, and slightly bit doen
his tongue with his teeth. His dick was growing bigger now as it felt even
more relaxed away from public view. "What's wrong Clark?" his boyfriend
asked abruptly, looking slightly over his shoulder. "Uh, nothing. Uh,
here. . . let me help with those dishes." As Clark strode over to grab a
dry cloth. His boyfriend was not naive, and without making it obvious, he
noticed that the bulge in Clark's pants was extremely noticable. "So what
have you been doing today, anything special? I hear Lois is traveling
overseas for another story. Or havent you noticed she's been away." Clark
didnt know how to respond to that, and not even sure what he was getting
at. Of course he knew Lois was away. Suddenly, the boyfriend dropped a
plastic cup, and went down to get it. He always did like Clarks big legs,
even in his dress pants, muscled thighs were hard to hide, and Clarks shoes
were long and manly, and so professional. The slight cuff look to the
bottom of Clark's pants gave them an innocent look, and before he got the
cup, he took Clark's leg, and gently bit on the side of his calf muscle. He
licked all the way down up between the calf and the ankle, and gently
caressed his upper legs. Clark did not hesitate, and unzipped himself
hurredly. Clark was sweating, and his hair locks were damp. "Here you go,
Robert," and that was all Clark said.

  Out from the fly, and the red shorts he wore underneath, Clark's cock
bolted through like a new salami meat. With one grab of his left hand,
Robert massaged Clark's dickmeat. "Did you miss me?" the boyfriend
said. "It's been so long Clark, I thought you had given up on me. Do you
want me to be good to you tonite? I can do it baby." Continuing to gently
jack Clark's semi-hard dick, but stll very thick, even at this stage, the
boyfriend pulled down on the bottom of the fly even more, and licked
underneath his meat. Clark gave a slight swoon, and said, ":Oh my god, its
been so long since I had any, I almost forgotten about sex. Remember how we
used to do it every night? How long has it been?" "I dont know," Robert
responded, "but we'll take care of that." Robert got directly in front and
opened his mouth wide towards Clark's developing shaft, and gently began to
give him a blow job. It was sweet, it was tasty, and it had only begun to
harden as it longed to be taken care of by a pro. A seasoned pro who had
many a nightiime experiance with waking his man up during the night. He
taught himself all the soft nuances that this particual hard cock needed
for gratification, and this dick was asking for alot of loving.

  Clark stood there as best he could, and set his hands on the kitchen
sink. From there he felt his instincts drive him to move his hips in and
out. He was needing this, and he was getting what he needed. . . tonite!
His boyfriend had a way with him that knew what his manly cock meat
wanted. His long, now seven, going to eight incher. It was stretching and
for a reason. That hard sucking mouth was needing it just as much, but he
didnt want it to end soon, and mentally kept his strength to enjoy it for
hours instead of minutes.Clark breathed a small sigh of relief, even for
such a big man. He could feel his thick buttocks enjoying every thrust and
movement into that sucking mouth. He bent his knees slightly, and could
feel his feet heels in the air. His boyfriend got up after awhile, kissing
Clark on his chest and asked Clark to go to the bedroom. Clark complied.

  Clark lay nude on the giant soft bed, with both legs spread, and his hand
on his cock. For some reason he still had on his glasses. He sat there,
looking at his boyfriend in the bathroom, and thought to himself about
nailing him. His boyfriend came in and drifted on the soft bed sheets
between Clark's legs. His boyfriend decided to pick up where he left off,
and tongue danced on Clark's dick shaft. But Clark had other ideas, and
layed his boyfriend down on his back. His smooth skin was ripe for opening,
and its just what he needed at this time. Clark grabbed both his boyfriends
legs, and lifted them high in the air. He was ready for assault. Clark was
not gentle at this point, as he needed gratification, and the preliminary
had just awakened the memory in his soul of the vast amount of cum in his
system. He took his hot rod iron tool, and slapped it up against Robert's
anus, ready for exploration. He didnt even bother to grease it other than
the spit he silently gave it before the boyfriend entered the room. Down he
went, as Robert's firm body soon began to get lost in the soft bed and
beneath this hunky mound of manhood on top of him. Clark's legs were
strong, and straight out as he reamed his boyfriend good, with both legs
wrapped around his meaty neckline. Oh, this ass was tight, and almost felt
unbroken to him. The precum juice had worked its way to lubricate the
jolting movements. Clark, still with glasses, was huffing and puffing on
top of his boyfriend like an alley dog in heat. Finally he knelt his legs
and used his thight muscles to deliver extra bounce! The sexual feeling was
excruciating, and the soft dim lights of the room made it seem more
romantic to him. Robert was writhing in sexual splendor, taking the giant
massive form into his body, grasping at the sides of his pillows as if for
something to hold. This big huge muscle man knew his strength, and it was
already established that Superman could, and would monitor his own field of
cum juice as to not harm the normal human being. But this was not Clark's
problem. No, it was a matter of making it last forever, possibly for
hours. Clark wanted to give his dick a real treat, as the slow cum juice
oozed out of Robert's tight hole with a broken dam speed. Clark's tongue
was hanging out of his mouth, as he still gave his boyfriend the ultimate
fuck of manhood. The slapping sound between muscle thighs and hitting butt
echoed in the room. The heavy duty bed began to buckle, and almost move off
its stands. Clark wanted to fuck, and fuck, and fuck his boyfriend hard,
driving it to the max. Finally he found his glasses fall off on to the bed,
and that's when he thought the time was right to let loose his aching load.

  Clark let out a howling sigh of relief as his dickmeat had met the end of
its journey.

         After they changed the bedsheets, Clark and his boyfriend fell
fast asleep in their arms, but Clark turned to cuddle his pillow facing the
wall, and let out a silent grin while sleeping soundly. THE END.