Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2007 21:16:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob <dancer5612004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Superman's Sultry Kiss

 "Time for bed!" Superman said to me, while I closed my book from under
the standing room lamp. I was exhausted after reading several chapters,
and outwardly stretched my limbs in eager anticipation of a good night's
rest.  Superman, dressed as Clark, had just turned off the tube from
watching the news, and I put on my slippers to go to the kitchen and
double checked the area for any turned on appliances. All was clear, the
stove was off, and I turned off the light.      Superman was taking a
quick shower, as I already had taken mine, and nestled myself off into
the covers pronto. It was quite chilly, and the double comforters were
quite the refuge from the seeping coldness. I was very sleepy, and the
soft pillows awaited my command for slumber. Finally my man entered the
covers himself, and turned to me holding on to my head, and kissed me on
the forehead. He cowered below the covers and turned towards the other
side. I turned towards the opposite side also, facing the wall.
     He grabbed my left arm from where he was at, and asked me to come on
his side. So I moved over, and let his right arm guide me to gently move
my hand to the bottom part of his abs. From there I could hear him
breathe a big releaved sigh.
     After several minutes of laying very close to each other, I could
hear him begin to snore soundly. So I let my hand venture upward to his
hard, yet soft stomach. His breathing was nice and firm, and his mound
thick head of black hair was already tossled in the pillow. "My gosh," I
thought, "he's still wearing his Clark Kent glasses." Sometimes he
forgets he's wearing them, and doesn't take them off. So I reached over
to gently slide them off and when I did, I put them on the wooden
nightstand next to him. From there he surprised me, because he stretched
to waken a little and moved to face me.
     "You love me, don't you?" he asked curiously.
     "Ohhh," I responded, and went over to give him a nice quick kiss on
the cheek. His cheek was very masculine, and rough from not having shaved
for a whole day. He then grabbed my right hand, and looked at me. "You
know how much I care about you, don't you?" "Yes," I said. "There isn't
anything I wouldn't do for you, you know that?" he asked futher.
"Uh-huh." I said.
     "Kiss me. . ." he quivered. I went over to give him a good french
kiss, and his tongue met mine. Without hesitating he wrapped his both big
huge arms around me, dragging the strength of the two comforters with
him, and wanted to get involved. Our tongues melted into each other, and
he let my tongue explore his mouth. His breath was very heavy, as his
nostrils heaved air to and fro. "Come on," he silently said off the
corner of his mouth. "Kiss me baby, I need it bad." So I dove in. Without
worrying about throwing myself on him, I let all my inhibitions go, and
went for the big one.
     Deep in the dark nestling of the two deep dark comforters, we held
each other. The dark room only luminated from the exterior hall
nightlite. The bedroom door, just halfway open, and the digital alarm
clock was the only thing visible from total darkness. The two of us
embraced on what was to be a night full of man to man kissing. No
sucking, no fucking. . .huh, maybe. Just oral illumination and
stimulation, mano y mano. Our tonges lingering like two snakes making the
court dance gesturing back and forth scouring all four corners. His big
masculine breath towering above mine, making sure that he was being
followed. . .while following me. "Come on, baby, give it to me. . .really
kiss me this time." As if I wasn't kissing him enough. I was wondering
just what length or strength of tongue I had left in me. So I devoured
him. Putting all my mouth, surrounding his mouth whole, and tonguing the
top part of his interior mouth cavity. He was so masculine. His big
muscular arms just established what it was about him in the first place.
Kissing him was like kissing a sexy male relative, but this time, you
could get nasty without the incest conotations.
     After two smaller like kisses, he got up halfway out the bed, and
turned on the nightstand light. Sitting up next to the headboard, he
asked me to suck him off. Since he was wearing no underwear, this
situation was very easy. I dove into underneath the covers, and took his
hardened dick into my mouth. After licking the sides a bit, I began to
suck him off gently. He unveiled the covers and put my blow job into the
limelight. From there I could see his hard buffed body sitting up with
that huge mounding chest pounding the hard breaths.He put those glasses
back on, and I supposed fantasized about being blown as Clark Kent in
bed. Both of his hands cupped the back of his black mopped head, as he
let me do my thing to him. The rest of the situation was not hard to do,
as I gazed upon those creamy dreamy thighs and legs of his. This was the
gourmet delight for any man quenching suck-o-holic!
     "Oh. . .oh. . .oh. . . .sssss. ..  . oh, yea, baby..  .. oh,"
Superman kept saying. His huge thick pumping hips began gyrating slightly
up and above the mattress. His big balls were bouncing around the sides
of his big meat, like players in the NBA.
     Without too much struggle, he let out a nice load of cum that
spurted around the shaft. I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled
out some soft tissue kleenex. After polishing him off, and cleaning him,
he asked me with his glasses still on, to come up to him and kiss him
some more. We kissed for what seemed like hours from then on, in the soft
lighted nightstand lit room. It's too bad it was only eleven thirty,
because the night for us had just begun.

DANCER5612004