Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2005 04:24:04 -0800 (PST)
From: dancer5612004@yahoo.com
Subject: SUPERMAN AND THE NEW YEARS PARTY

Superman arrived at the specified address of the home, Lois Lane, fellow
newreporter, had instructed to attend. He knocked on the door politely
and no one came to answer it. So he checked to see if it was open and
opened it. The noise resonating from the interior was of massive bass
music thumping and people having a good time. The time was of 10:35pm New
Years eve and it didnt seem like Lois would have recommended this kind of
party. But it was unusually chilly and even Superman wanted to get inside
to get warm. He was asked to attend the party as a special guest and
after he closed the door it was so dark inside it just seemed uneasy. All
he could see were bobbing heads dancing to thumping dance music and
people blowing streamers. Everyone seemed to be ignoring him, and then a
young kid of possibly 19 asked him to dance. This was a young cute skinny
guy who seemed to want to be social and get him involved in the party.
Superman, however, bent down slightly to ask the kid a question. "I'm
looking for Lois Lane. Is Lois Lane here??" "There's no women here
darling," the kid responded, ". . .and it's so good of you to dress up as
Superman!! Was this Ron's idea? RONNIE!! YOUR DANCER'S HERE. . .Ron's in
the kitchen I think, I'll go fetch him." Superman stood there and
shrugged a bit, turned and made for the door. However, a very young cute
brunette kid with dark hipnotic eyes was standing against the door with
arms slightly crossed and holding onto a cocktail. "Excuse me please,"
Superman leaned over to tell the young guy close to his ear. But as he
did the young good looking guy turned and smooched Superman on the lips.
Superman backing up a bit was caught by the young guys sudden hand behind
his neck and made sure to let the Man of Steel know who was in charge.
Superman found his tongue slipping into the young man's mouth which made
the young guy move in closer and meet his tongue with his own. The young
man smelled enticingly perfumie with a deep sexy musk scent that seemed
to turn Superman on. He found himself almost unwanting to tear himself
away and was drawn in to enjoy the romantic soft and powerfully sexy
kiss. The kids lips were incredibly soft and full, and gave some of the
most romanitc kisses Superman has received in a long time. Suddenly he
could feel the kids hands approach the surrounding area of his hard
buttocks, and reach below the lowest spot and grab it firmly. He let go
of the kisses and gasped. His dick was becoming hard in his red trunks
and beginning to bump the leg area of the coaxing kid. Just then an arm
grabbed him from behind and forced him into the middle of the dance
living room floor. The disc jockey, in the meantime, changed the music
abruptly to the Village People's MACHO MAN dance theme song while the
entire room of young men began clapping and shouting loudly. The room
cleared in the middle and Superman felt compelled to dance a solo act of
jiggling around his STUFF. "Macho, Macho man. . .I've got to be . . .A
MACHO MAN!!" Superman clapped his hands once hard and did an invisible do
the limbo rock he had once seen in a video. He shook and shimmied his
upper torso and let his huge muscular chest rock the house. The room went
wild and before long dollar bills were being stuffed into his trunks from
every direction. Finally he danced in a circle motion, clapping his hands
above his head and started to break out in a sweat. He began to yell in a
"WHOOOAAA. . . ." and the guys inside the house went nuts. The music went
even louder than before and several guys joined him in his private dance.
It was obvious to Superman that somehow he had entered the wrong party,
but was going with it anyway. Everyone was having so much fun, and he had
no hard feelings against gay people. He knew he was bi-sexual himself and
even quite enjoyed the rambunctious attention he was getting. He was
actually enjoying himself and when the song ended he accepted a cocktail
of a bloody mary. After awhile he excused himself to the lighted back
porch and reviewed the address that was given him. "What's wrong
Superman?"asked another young blond guy close to him. "Is this 1223 w.
Giffen street?"asked Superman. "No, this is my father"s house 1223 e.
Griffith avenue. Giffen is in the neighborhood just north of this one."
"I'm so stupid," clipped Superman. "I was late for a 10 o clock party
speech I was suppposed to give for the local chapter." "Then, you're not
a dancer I hired? The guy shook Superman's hand. "My name is Ron and I
took the liberty of throwing a new years party while my folks were
overseas in London visiting family. T-T-Then y-you really are Superman?
Hey guys!!" Ron began shouting, "Look who we have here. . ." Superman's
mouth dropped. And his glass did also. Superman was getting ready to bail
out and fly away when that one brunette guy grabbed for his muscular arm
and pulled him back. "Come and join us Superman, we've got a ham in the
oven." Superman lamely went back inside and he noticed it was 11:47 on
the clock wall. Everyone inside was getting their party hats on and
blowing whistles. Superman could feel his butt getting pinched as he
strove thru the crowd of merry makers. The brunette guy held onto
Superman's arm with a vengeance and began smirking at him. The music came
on with Gloria Gaynor's I WILL SURVIVE." "At first I was afraid, I was
petrified. . ." All the guys inside the room were singing in unison.
Superman didnt know all the words to the song but tried to adlib himself,
looking around with a slight smile. At one point of the song, the DJ
faded the music down completely and the room was filled with a chorus of
"GO ON NOW GO.  .WALK OUT THE DOOR! JUST TURN AROUND NOW, CAUSE YOU'RE
NOT WELCOME ANYMORE. . ." all the guys singing together and laughing. The
music came back up and everyone was dancing. It was now 11:57 and
Superman wanted to leave the way he came in. He walked towards the door,
but didnt make it. Hands were pulling at the back of his trunks and
stretching them out to an amazing stretch behind him. It was 11:59 and
guys were clearing their throats for the final countdown. Someone turned
on the Wall TV monitor and there was the New York glitter ball falling.
The countdown had begun, and Superman was spending it with a room full of
gay men. "10, 9, 8. . ." Superman was becoming seasick in his stomach.
"FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO. . .ONE!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" Everyone was
suddenly holding onto each other, and just then, the young good looking
brunette guy came running up thru the crowd and ran up into Superman's
arms, and smacked him with his lips right on his choppers. Making
Superman involuntarily kissing him in a room full of hand clapping young
guys. Superman's arms and hands outstretched themselves in a quirky windy
motion as the brunette deep throated him with his tongue. Once again the
room went crazy with delight as they both went and fell on the carpet
floor. "Happy new years you big hunk of man," said the brunette sitting
ontop of Superman. Superman spent the rest of the evening with Tony, the
brunette. Until breakfast was being served in the early morn of ham,
pancakes and eggs.

THE END