Not many parade watchers or participants were exactly amazed at seeing two men dressed in outlandish outfits such as the bodybuilding green Superman and the gymnastic type bod of Peter Pan. They actually fit in to the "gay" surroundings of the green marching floats and parade watchers. With such lack of commotion bestowed on the authentic two ultra fantasy type personas, they decided to up the ante on having fun by ducking into a nearby irish type tavern for some cold ones. Peter Pan went in first and green Superman followed behind. They chose to remain anonymous in their costumes since most everyone had no clue that they were the real thing. Luckily an open booth was available for the two of them to sit and have a drink. They chose to order from the bartendar a pitcher of cold beer, along with a special of green shots. It didnt take long for the both of them to start feeling intoxicated. After several rounds, even Superman was feeling woozy in the head. Peter, with his high volume personality for fun and mischief, was seeming to enjoy his drunken state in spite of Superman's wooziness. Without thinking, Superman tried to keep from falling over on his left side by accidently bracing himself with his left hand on Peter Pan's thigh. Upon feeling that strong muscled tight thigh of Peter's Superman thought it felt rather sexy. He found himself stroking the leg a little, and feeling the soft green tights that wrapped themself around Peter's obvious tight muscled body. Peter looked around and allowed the strong wandering hand gently stroke his thigh meat and then Superman reached down to feel Peter Pan's crotch. It was nice and full, and Superman was beginning to get turned on. He motioned over closer to Peter and wrapped his right strong arm around Peter's waistline. Peter looked over at Superman and knew instantly, Supes wanted to kiss. The dark corner area of thier booth kept them shielded from the traffic rollicking inside the crowded tavern. It seemed suitalbe to Superman, even under his immense drunken style, to pursue romantic endeavors with this sexy man beside him. The two of them lockjawed and quickly immersed in one of the hottest kisses of the century. Superman gripping Peter firmly as if he were a woman, and letting his tongue reach into the fantasy characters throat. Suddenly Superman noticed that his colors of his outfit were slowly returning to normal. He decided it was best to exit the rear door, for fear of being found out as the real Superman. When the two of them reached outside the romantic evening was far from over. Peter, carrying Superman like a drunken bum, was them forced onto a box crate to sit on while Superman continued his frollicking manly kiss into Peter's mouth. Superman could not get enough of feeling the nice green tights and the luxurious legs that remained inside. Without hesitation, he kept feeling the nice tight body of this well built Peter Pan and gently guided him off the crate box to face the wall. Forcing his big muscular hairy hand up the fairyland's buttocks, Superman could relish stroking the round muscled hot butt that Peter had beneath his tights. Before he could think about it, his cock had already sprung out of it's shelter, making his shorts stretch out with masculine force. Superman moved himself forward to enter the stuck out bulge into Peter's crevice. Ohhhhh, it felt so gooood, he thought. With that, Supes grabbed for the top part of Peter's tights and folded them downwards. With his right hand he moved his red shorts out of the way, exposing his damn big exploding dick! In moments, Superman began humping the steel rock hard butt of wimpering Peter Pan. Peter had no choice but to give into the huge superheroes appetite, holding the wall steady over the crate with his right arm. Feeling his butt getting ramroded by this big huge ultra muscular manhood, giving it he got. Peter's feet on tiptoe and bracing himself with every move of that super muscle! Little Thomas the leprechaun was not amused, and had watched these two hunks enjoy themselves quite enough. While letting Superman finish his business, as any good sporting wee leprechaun would, he even let them gaze into each others eyes after they were done. But before Superman could lay one last kiss, the leprechaun snapped his fingers and made Peter disappear as quickly as he came. The drunken Superman nearly fell over when Peter was taken so suddenly, but caught himself. The leprechaun disappeared too, but not until two black dogs came out of nowhere and teased Superman for being there. They even tugged onto his sagging trunks and pulled on them like some loose rag. Wrapping the trunks around Superman's knee caps, the big guy found it difficult to stand erect. His strong masculine legs were literally being toyed with by the two dogs daring him to loose his balance. Superman's cock was bouncing around as he struggled to get his trunks away from the two dogs without tearing them apart. Finally he managed to snap them apart from the jaws of the treacherous dogs, but the dogs kept on barking loudly. At last to Superman's chagrin, two cops with flashlights appeared from the darkened ally to inspect the unruly dog sounds that emulated from the dark path. Superman had just finished putting on his red trunks, when the spotlight was put on him. "Oh, it's you Superman!" "Look!" the other cop said, "Superman's drunk." Sure enough, Superman found it difficult to stand sobberly. "I'm afraid we are going to have to take you in Superman, I'm sorry." The two cops arrested Superman for open drunkeness and disorderly conduct. Unfortunately, the one cop had to bargain with Superman that he not try to undo the handcuffs they needed to put on as proper procedure. Superman was escorted to the back seat of the local vehicle, and put in solitary confinement at the jailhouse. His high status made it necessary to be isolated in jail time alone. After his handcuffs were removed, and Superman still in half drunken stupor sitting alone on the jailhouse bed, the one cop commented Superman should be given a cold shower. The other cop disagreed, but that one cop was persistent, and he opened the jail cell. With his hard driving night stick against the jail cell's bars, the cop ordered Superman into the shower stalls down the hall. Superman had no choice but to obey the law, and drunkingly walked towards the shower stall area. He was then ordered to disrobe and place his Superman outfit on the open bench. Superman took off his shirt and cape, and then clumsily took off his bottom half, plus boots. There in front of the gasping cops, stood the man of steel disrobed and looking very excrutiatingly HANDSOME. He had bulges where the two cops thought no man could ever have. And the longest unhardened cock they had ever saw. When Superman stumbled towards the open shower stalls, his ultra hard butt moved like poetry in motion. Needless to say the two cops disrobed too, and entered the shower stall right along with this big hunk of steel. The leprechaun, gazing into his tiny round crystal ball, looked upon the scenario, and went "tsk, tsk. Would you look at that now? Two irish folk having a WEE BIT OF FUN. . .WITH SUPERMAN!"
The End