Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2006 23:16:27 -0800 (PST)
From: dancer5612004@yahoo.com
Subject: SUPERMAN AND THE ST PATRICKS DAY PARADE

The air was cool and swift, just right for the opening of the Metropolis
St. Patricks day parade running in the middle of the downtown street.
Superman stood firmly ontop of the highest building overlooking the
festivities below for any suspicious goings on from any
unruly pranksters. He stood with arms stretched out leaning against the
high barrier of the high tower wall viewing the premises with a
discerning eye, yet happy to be apart of the security procedures for one
of his most popular events. His whole attitude for the fables that were
sewn into the affair mesmerized him with whimsy. He loved the enchanting
tales of small people and thier love for adventure and romance. Without
thinking he began to verbalize his thoughts alone on that high desolate
rooftop. "Well the parade has just started. It's amazing! This is the
fifteenth Parade of St. Patricks that I've overlooked and still have'nt
seen a real leprechaun. I doubt there really is such a thing as. . . ."
Just then, a wee voice behind him interrupted Superman's thoughts.
"WHAT'S THAT U SAY? Have'nt seen a real leprechaun?" Superman turned his
face around, and low and behold, levitating himself with feet crossed,
was a small man wearing only green trousers, vest, brown boots, and green
hat. He had a redish bushy beard and smoked on a tiny pipe. He looked
eager to speak to the man of steel with a wry grin from ear to ear. His
knickers had socks that varied colors unlike the rest of his outfit.
Superman shook his head momentarily and grimiced his eyelids. Upon
looking again, the man stayed firm floating himself in midair. The small
man continued, " Now don't be worrying your head about us wee folk,
Superman, we've all heard nothing but convincing stories on how strong yu
are, and wouldnt be surprised for me to wanna gets to know ya!" Superman
stood still there dumbfounded,  with his strong jaw slightly open from
surprise. Could this be some sort of trick or illusion, he thought. The
man floated himself ontop of the wall barrier and decided to introduce
himself. "My name is Thomas O'Brien, and I think it's high time I commit
myself to granting you three good wishes, Superman! Now, what would be
your first wish?" Superman smirked and said politely, "Well, first of
all, my three wishes I dont think you can handle." Try me!" retorted the
leprechaun. "Alright," said Superman, "Hows about peace, love, and
harmony for all mankind?" The leprechaun nearly choked with laughter on
that one. "Oh Superman, ya are a card, yu be. Ho, ho. No, I am only able
to grant wishes that pertain to yourself. Lets see. . perhaps I can help
ya! I know, hows about a nice change of clothin!" The leprechaun waved
his hand at Superman and immediately altered the colors of his Superman
outfit to variant shades of forest and light green. Superman was stunned,
but the shades of green colors produced were complimentary to his
physique and decided to enjoy it. "Now, before you do anything more. . ."
Superman tried to exclaim at the wee man. However, the leprechaun was not
done in his thoughts. "Now. . .Superman! I can read your mind. Ya must
have a sexual partner ye be thinkin about? Someone you take a fancy too?"
The small man turned sideways and swished his hand again, letting appear
the figure of a young man dressed in a Peter Pan outfit. "Why lookee
here. . .it is Peter Pan. Superman. . .why didnt you tell us wee folk you
went both ways." Superman began to stumble for words and without saying
anything, the mischevious leprechaun waved his hand yet a third time to
produce a startling kettle of solid gold coins. Just then Peter Pan flew
next to Superman and said , "I guess that's for our honeymoon!" "Now wait
a minute, I never said I was gay!" yelped Superman. "You didnt have to
Superman, I could see it in your eyes. Yur lovestruck for other men in
tights!" responded the leprechaun.  Superman's mouth lay way open and
vulnerable to Peter Pan's agile kiss he lay on the man of steels open
cheek. "When are we getting married Superman? Tinker Bell can be our maid
of honor!" At that, Peter grabbed the man of steels chest outfit and
pulled on it letting himself kiss Superman fully on his open lips. The
wee leprechaun barreled over with laughter, and said, "I knew Superman
was a gay man all along! Him and those sissy mary tights of his. How long
can you fool America!" Although Superman had no idea he was disclosing
his hidden sexual oppressions, he couldnt help but admit, he was getting
turned on by being molested by one of his favorite comic book characters
personified. This Peter Pan was not a young kid, but a rather young man
who had developed himself into a nice young stud with beefier proportions
than that of the movies. Superman reached over and could feel his nice
round solid ass underneath those extremely tight green tights of his, and
let what he thought to be Peter Pan, give him a continuous french kiss,
while doing so. Peter's strong legs were what really intrigued Superman
at this point, and could tell this fictional character had the total HOTS
for him. Peter, in his lust for Superman, draped his cape and top uniform
over the man of steels shoulders, letting loose the muscularity and
density of Supermans deltoids and exposing his huge top hairy chest hairs
and muscles. Peter then dropped the uniform enough to allow Superman's
nipple to quiver out and let Peter take a strong lick and suction his
lips around the huge mans tit, making Superman loose control of his
discretion values in front of another smaller stranger. The leprechaun,
in the meantime, was becoming somewhat distracted by another means of
mischief. As Superman and the hunky Peter Pan were doing it, the
leprechaun decided to alter his third granted wish. With a small puff of
cold green dust appearing from his small hand, he blew on it to cover the
potted kettle of gold. The crock then grew into quadruple of its original
size, and the gold coins were magically transformed into chocolate
morsels, covered in gold colored wrapping paper. Satisfied with his
achievement, Thomas relit his corn pipe and began to toke on it.
Relishing the thought that Superman was the giant fag the wee folk had
talked about, in secret. Peter, had managed to ease himself downward
toward the notorious Superman bulging crotch and gently licked at its
exterior formations. Superman found himself leaning on the very wall his
strong arms had held against on looking over the St Patricks day parade
to begin with. His numb thighs were beginning to feel loose and slightly
weak on letting this gorgeous manly storybook creature venture down on
his hidden agenda. He could feel the small rolling tongue tip diverse
itself along the exterior of his panty like type uniform. Wanting to
dwell that moving tongue up inside the crevice interior towards the
ultimate man meat sack. Superman was not one to be forward enough to take
hold of this type of situation, and force his manhood on anyone he didnt
know. Therefore, it was totally up to Peter to bring the man of steel to
his knees. Peter had to admit, the man of steels legs were top par in
manliness and good looks. But before he continued on, Peter took a sudden
look around at the incredibly large crock pot of visual gold. What had
happened to it, he thought. The leprechaun was floating on air, legs
crossed, smoking on half witted pipe, seeming bemused by the two's sexual
antics. Before Peter let his mouth transcend into the man of steels
crotch any further, he got up and asked the leprechaun what he had done
to the crock of gold he had just given to Superman. The leprechaun
remained silent puffing on his pipe without saying a word. Peter reached
over into the crock pot and grabbed a gold coin, there exposing its
contents as to a mild bit of chocolate. "AHA! So thats what you've been
up to. You changed the solid gold coins into nothing but kids candy!
TINKER BELL. . .HEY TINK!!" Peter blasted into thin air. Out of nowhere a
tiny bit of light emerge from the narrow skies, and the small round
bouncing light stopped right in front of Peter Pan. Peter whispered into
Tinker Bell's small pixie like ears and then the fairy gave Peter a quick
wink. With a woosh of her tiny pixie like wand Tinker Bell took the small
leprechaun by surprise and held him captive in a fairy dust force field,
allowing him to float out into the open air to see the city view from the
skies just 25 stories of tall builiding to show the leprechaun how far he
was above ground. Thomas was strongly disrupted by this swift hoax, he
thought. "Let me down. . .let me down!"he squirmed. "Wait. . .dont let me
down. Dont let me down. I'll do anything. . .anything!! Dont drop me. .
." the leprechaun was suddenly terrified. Peter turned to Superman and
said, "Leprechauns have vertigo, you know." Peter then turned to Tink and
gave orders to let the small midget loose on the rooftop. The leprechaun
fell to hit the hard rooftop, and was overcome with terrified fear of the
fairies spells. "What do you ask of me. . .more three wishes!?" he asked,
dusting himself off. "No," said Peter. "We want what you had already
given us. Now change back the solid gold coins to thier original form! Or
I shall play on my flute a song which small people hate for all
eternity." "You wouldnt," cried Thomas. "We'd go mad! ALRIGHT! Alright
now." Thomas O' Brien waved his hand once again and altered the forms of
the gold coins to thier original shape and sequence, making them solid
gold coins once again. Even setting the size of the kettle to its proper
form. "I've should have known better than to fool with yu Peter Pan. What
was I thinkin?" With that, the little man vanished after tipping his hat
off to the beautiful illuminated Tinker Bell. "YEA," shrieked Peter, who
jumped up and down, patting Superman solidly on his back. Tinker Bell
stood with foot resting across the other and wondered about these two.
"Tinker Bell," Peter said to her. "Thanks for all your help. Now if you
dont mind, Superman and I are going to join the parade." Tinker Bell
thought wisely and waved her wand towards the two men. Each began to wear
small green masks around thier eyes with glittery jewels embroidered into
them. Superman standing there in his muscular green supes outfit, and
Peter grabbing ahold of Superman's hand. Tinker Bell let out a slight
giggle, and vanished, along with the pot of gold besides her. "Tinker
Bell will keep the pot of gold safe for us Superman. Want to join the
parade? What are you going to do with your half?" Peter asked jokingly.
Peter walked lovingly along the side of Superman as the two of
them decided to walk it downstairs together.  Peter cautiously grabbed
Superman's waistline and then gently held Superman close to his hard butt
as they walked together. Superman couldnt believe he was going to be
making it with Peter Pan, and put his strong loving arm around Peter's
shoulder blade. The leprechaun stood there silently behind an air
conditioner watching the two grown men leave. Shaking his wee head a
bit, he muttered, "Ay, the utter luck of the irish."

THE END