Mr. Smith was quite the basketball player. At 6 foot 3, he wanted so much to challenge Mr. Kent to a one on one game in the local neighborhood basketball court. One day, he managed to step over to Clark's desk as he was busy on computer, and started up a chit chat conversation. Then he commented on Clark's 6' 4" height and asked if he'd ever play basketball. Although Mr. Smith was lanky in comparison to the muscular Clark Kent, Clark responded that he'd only been involved in the game of high school football. "Not surprised," Mr. Smith commented,"but I was wondering if you'd be interested in a good old fashion game of basketball, Clark. You know. . . one on one. Mano Y mano." Clark looked a bit perturbed, and gently tugged at his collar. Mr. Smith was a demanding figure, looking especially taller then his 6'3" with his good looking professional slim features. Clark hesitated with an answer, but said he would. "When did you want to meet?" Clark asked. Smiling with no hesitation, Mr. Smith suggested Friday evening at the public basketball court next to the old library downtown. Mr. Smith knew that young kids in that area wanted the first day of the weekend to go dancing, which would leave the courts relatively vacant. Clark agreed, but asked if they could meet around sevenish, since he had a previous dinner date and would have to run home to change. Mr. Smith couldnt be happier, and said that it was all set. Friday at 7pm at the library basketball courts. and Mr. Smith made it clear he'd be waiting. Clark was not one to be tardy and was concerned that 7:45 was too late to arrive for that one on one date he had made. After parking his car on the side street, Clark noticed a lone tall figure on the basketball courts playing basketball by himself. Dressed in a sleevelss dark purple torn top and grey torn gym shorts, Mr. Smith was already hot and sweaty as Clark approached him. Clark himself was dressed in an orange type t shirt with the same colored grey shorts, but not torn in any way. Both were wearing white gym socks with preferred tennis shoes. "I'm way ahead of you Clark! Been here warming up and all set to go." Clark wasnt sure what Mr. Smith meant by that remark. Mr. Smith standing there, basketball in hand reached out to shake Clark's hand and said, "I'm Dave, by the way, and I work as assistant head editor on Daily Planet. I've seen you around and thought you looked pretty athletic, thought I could talk you into playing a game with me." Clark ws won over by his forward friendly style, and caught the first dribble sent by Mr. Smith for Clark to catch. At once they were caught in a rigorous game of basketball. Mr. Smith was indeed pumped, and ready to go as Clark struggled to adjust his basketball interest to the same caliber. Clark had to admit he was having fun at the very friendly and open Mr. Smith, who was being aggressive and sportingly forgiving at the sort of basketball clumsy Clark Kent. But Clark was athletic, and used his muscular prowess to block off Mr. Smith's endeavors to take the basketbal away. Clark's shoulders were like mountains, and even Mr. Smith had to admit, very difficult to transcend. It was 9:30, the sun was going down on this side of town, especially with the tall local buildings in that area. It was getting dark. Mr. Smith had taken the provision of bringing an ice chest of gatorade, both green and orange color. Clark was so appreciative as he hadnt time to stop by a store for refreshment. They both layed on the side grass lawn next to the hard pavement of the basketball court. Mr. Smith was indeed correct, not many people in the neighborhood other than an occassional passer by. Some kids riding bikes in the streets, and cars driving by. Things began to get too quiet for Clark as Mr. Smith looked up at him. "I'll bet your not as tough as you look Clark!" Mr. Smith said forwardly. Without responding much of an answer, Dave playingly reached over to pinch Clark's hard nipple peering out through his orange tee. He grabbed hold of it and said, "Bet this hurts." Of course Clark didnt feel pain, but what he felt was a sudden chill of sensual pleasure. Mr. Smith mistook Clark's sudden gasp as a painful reaction, and pinched down on his left hard nipple even harder still. Clark then pretended to feel hurt and asked Dave to let go. "I can do better than that." Dave retorted, as he felt down to lift Clark's bottom t shirt to expose his muscular hairy chest and then proceeded to pinch the very nipple he thought he was tormenting. "Bet that hurts without the t shirt to soft guard it, huh, Clark boy?" Clark looked down at the manly arm squeezing his tit as Dave moved in closer to Clark and set his lips onto the big guy with glasses. Dave moved in and shuffled himself closer on the grass right next to Clark's writhing body under his watchful pinching hand, holding and tugging at the hardened manly tit. Clark seemed timid at receiving that kiss, but was able to allow Mr. Smith to gently let his tongue inside the nice warm mouth of Clark Kent. Now Mr. Smith was becoming very interested in what he thought was the "hunk of the Daily Planet." Clark had closed his eyes while Dave kissed him lovingly on his lips and his hand quickly slid downward into Clark's jock strap. But he didnt reach down far enough before he became interested in another thing. Dave got up and pulled down Clark's shorts to his ankles, and then took them off. Clark looked suspiciously vulnerable laying on the ground with his muscular big arms being held like some puppy dog. Dave, taking his cue, crawled forward between Clark's delicious thick hairy legs, and with both of his lanky muscled arms, grabbed Clark's legs underneath his thighs and moved his legs up. His jock strap bung hole was now exposed to Dave, and Mr. Smith could feel his throbbing cock jolting from inside his very own jock strap. With his right quivering hand, Dave unleashed the cock's bonds of athletic gear strap and his dick pointed straight towards the hole of Clark Kent laying there helplessly awaiting Dave's next move. Secretly, Clark (or Superman) had always wondered what it would be like to be topped and overtaken by someone of his own stature in size. Mr. Smith had definately fit the bill as tall, dark, and handsome, and his presence as having the distinction of being a professional fellow curious handsome co-worker made Clark Kent putty in his hands. Dave quickly topped him off and let his thick seven and half inch cock slide down Clark's open love chute. Clark could feel himself moving backwards on the grass and his strong legs being lifted up with Dave's forceful entry. Before long, Dave had completely gained momentum by keeping Clark Kent in check and moved his upper weight on top of the big man holding him down as he rumped into Clark Kent's awaiting butt. Clark, as big as he was, almost disappeared underneath Dave's masculine force of butt fuckig him, and all that could be seen was those massive arms reaching across the lawn at arms length, and Clark's huge legs being butt spread by his very horny co-worker pal. Mr. Smith's legs were now outstretched like two pillars and making sure, Clark wasnt going anywhere from beneath him as he let his seven incher do the talking. All that could be seen now in the darkened light of the night were two massive jock straps gashing at each other in horny bliss. Clark allowed his almost virgin asshole to be ramroded and heartedly fucked by a guy who had probably fantasized about this long before he had the final opportunity to do so. Dave could not get enough of being in charge, with both his long arms wrapped around the bottom knee caps of Clark's jerking muscled legs, hearing him gasp and gasp somemore with each jab of Dave's dick, pumping himself in and out of Clark's writhing twitching butt. If only Dave actually knew who was underneath him, he probably would have had a coronary. Clark, however, was in no position to give out any secrets, being pumped time and time again by his captivator in the sensual dark. Clark then noticed another dark figure appear out of nowhere, and shine a flashlight on the two men in heat. It was a cop, and he was responding to a call of unusual noises heard in the vicinity of the basketball courtyard. "Would you guys mind stop what you're doing and get up against the wall please." The cop said with alarming coolness of tone, and both men paid heed to the cop's request. They got up and moved over to side of the old library wall and put both hands against the walls exterior. Clark was aptly butt naked, and the cop himself was overcome with sudden desire at how curveous and voluptuous the guy with glasses had at opening his butthole while relucantly "spreading them" for the officer. The cop cleared his throat for a second and walked over towards the big man with muscles. "You need to keep that clean son!" The cop said to Clark. The cop had been chewing on some gum, and held his long baton stick with his other hand and propped it against the soft round curve of Clark Kent's mound. The black stick, like having a mind of it's own, fell slowly into Clark's crevice and explored the scene from within. The cop took a strong hold of the baton and let it ram harder into Clark's bunghole and he toyed with the aching anus like some soft, having just been fucked "pussy lips." The cop, being turned on by the mans ultimate good looks and hefty feel, took the baton and turned the baton, rotating it slightly, while inside the mans dark hole. Clark could not resist but to let out a soft aching gasp, trying desperately not let on he was becoming turned on to the cops advances. The cop jabbed the baton into Clarks love hole and let the hard wood of the round baton end do the sexual talking. Dave couldnt believe that the cop himself had been overtaken by Clark Kent's hunky body and great looks. But the cop was oblivious to Dave and just kept him there holding onto the wall with both hands. "Look, officer. . ." Clark began. "Please allow my friend and I to leave without charges and I promise to not tell anyone of your own sexual advances." The cops eyebrows raised in utter surprise at the mans swift negotiations. The cop, leaving his baton rest inside Clark's butthole, moved over closer to Clark and whispered in his ear, "I dont make deals with fags! You got that bottom man?" The cop, still chewing hard on his gum, licked at Clark's ear lobe in the process, and yanked out his baton so that it would hurt Clark's bubble popped anus. Clark let out a heaving gulp of relief, and the two men got their clothes from the ground, and Dave grabbed for his ice chest. As the two men walked to their own seperate cars, the cop stood there acting very cock happy, and solidly sniffed the end of the anus filled smelling baton.
THE END