It was after the time the both of us had overcome the spat we engaged in, that Superman visited me at the small apartment I moved out to. The argument was a little thing, based solely on my jealousy against his popularity and even the comings on to by others towards Superman. I couldn't understand why he didn't simply leave the scene whenever he was approached or acted upon by a crazy fan. He said to me that it wouldn't solve anything to just walk away, and that he must confront those situations in order to resolve them. I thought he was lying, and that he relished the extra spotlight his celebrity status had put him under. BOY, did we have it out one afternoon. . .but I was doing the ultimate whining, to be sure.
He knocked on my apartment door one Saturday evening, just a few days before Valentine's and he had a package for me. He came to me as Clark Kent so as not to alarm the neighbors of Superman knocking on my doorstep. I was busy fixing a late lunch, and at first thought it was the mailman with a delivery. I opened the door to accept the package, as I was always buying things over the Internet, but was indeed surprised to find my OLD boyfriend. . .husband.
Sure he looked stunning, but what good is incredible beauty if is always horded by others. Sure his manly chest still bolted from the plain plaid shirt of his, and his neck could not hide his girth. Sure his pants still looked like they were too snug for those beefy legs and his calves curved outward to his strong ankles. SO WHAT! It's what I had before. . .time and time again. "Well! What do you want. . .to give me your autograph?" I said.
"I came to make things up to you. I'm sorry about our argument the other day. . and I want you to move back home with me. . .can you forgive me?" he said mildly.
"What's that?" I asked about the package.
He looked down at it, with those clumsy glasses of his, and gave it to me, right at the door. At first I didn't take it, but told him to come inside as he was embarrasing me with his humility. Sure he was much, much taller than I, and sure he could deck me in an utter split second. I was wondering just how far my utter sarcasim could take me before he finally sent me hurling into the ground. I grabbed the package and immediatley set it on the couch. Oh my God, he was such a hunk. . .I got next to him, and held him close. At first he didn't put his arms around me, but held them both out as if dismayed as to how quickly I fell into him. As a matter of fact, he put both his arms down and appeared angry. I looked at him and asked him if he was mad. He shook his head yes, and he started to cry. A big hulking man like that shook heavily around his bulging shoulders and sat on the couch next to his package he brought for me.
I moved the package further, and asked him what was wrong.
"You don't know what I've been going thru. These past few nights I couldn't sleep, or eat anything. I miss you, don't you see that? I NEED you. . .I . . .need. . . .you." Superman was crying heavily. I grabbed a box of kleenex, and tore out multiple sheets to wipe away his tears. I took off his glasses, and asked him to blow. His strong nose dove into the mass of white, and blew hard. Oh, you poor baby, I thought, and I put my arm around him. He brought his hand over to my leg, and hugged me hard. "Don't ever leave me again!" he cried. It was almost as if his tears were infectious, because I could feel my eyes begin to swell. "I'm sorry, too. .. Superman. I'm sorry, too." I grabbed a couple of kleenex for myself.
"I want you to open your package," Superman said to me.
So I went to it, and opened it right up. It was a box of chocolates. However, it was no ordinary box of chocolate, but a chocolate marketed man's. . .thong!
What the heck, I thought. What kind of gift is this. It looks as if it's pornographic. "I want you to put it on me. .. here, let me stand up." Superman got up and took his Clark Kent outfit off. There Superman stood naked, and let me unwrap the chocolate box, to take out the chocolate hanging thong. "OK, put it on me," he insisted. He lifted a foot, and I commenced to try to slip the darn novelty item on to him over his packed thighs. (Weren't we just bawling our heads off a minute ago?) I slipped the thong all the way over his crotch area, and it fit quite snug. AND, tight! He looked like a professional bodybuilder with a very creative bodybuilding men's thong on. .. made entirely of chocolate.
"Now do me a favor. Prove to me you love me," Superman said to me, gazing downwards. Although I had a sandwich waiting for me in the kitchen, I moved forward and sniffed the chocolate. It smelled yummy, and taste tempting. So I went towards the underside of the front of the thong, and tried to lick his balls which were just barely being kept hidden. I could hear him say "YEA," silently to himself. Then I began to lick the sides of the chocolate, and began to eat it. As I was eating it, I could feel his breaths becoming heavy, and more rapid. His dick was beginning to swell. I looked slightly up to see his massive huge packed hairy chest nestle a handsome face right between the crevice. I pulled down the chocolate thong to expose his dickmeat, and like a hungry cow, went on a slow sucking binge. With both of his hands he propped them on to the back of my head, and without using much force, allowed me to do my thing to him.
Both my hands grabbed him by the sides of his buttocks, and I went for it. . .wholeheartedly. Letting my tongue do the dick dance that I knew he loved. Both his balls sprang out, and I could feel his left hand guide the chocolate thong to move downward still. This time I really began to start sucking him, and his aching hard thighs tried steadily to stand at attention without molding into jello. I could feel his butt jolt heavily into my mouth, as he was enjoying every stroking sucking ride I had given him.
"Nobody does this to me. . . " he muttered. "Nobody does this to me, like you do. . .I want you to know that!" It didn't take long for the white soft jism to spring out of his thick hard bolting dick. And I let it splatter all around me, making the usual mess on my shoulders. Yes, I liked it. I went desperatley to bury my nose and mouth into the crotch of his manliness. Another "yea" could silently be heard from his lips. We were two men in heat, and both enjoying every moment.
"Oh.. .oh," he said smiling. Pulling me up to him, he said to me, "I love you. Don't ever leave me again. You can keep this apartment if it makes you happy, but I want you to stay with me. . .forever. Savvy?" Without saying a word, I went to his left hard nipple it began to suck on it wildly. He shivered, and his neck bent backward gasping, "OH. . .oh. .. oh. . ." With his other hand he began to jack himself off while I stood steadily sucking on that delicious tasty mound of hairy flesh. SUPER-flesh, if you will. . .but oh, so manly. And he beat off right in front of me. Making that fierce pounding rhythmic, and flouncing. Superman looked up, with mouth open and sweaty, still slightly smiling, enjoying every breath and feel of me sucking on his tit, while jacking off.
I felt him cum again, as he let out a complete sigh, "Oh. . .oh. . .oh. . . " He was almost fucking his hand at this point, and I continued to suck his rigtht tit, letting him finish. He put his right muscled arm around me, and kissed me on top of my head. "I love you. . .I love you. .. I love you, don't ever leave me again. Don't leave me again."
I didn't, but the apartment I kept for awhile, only to give it up. What's the use. I can always find another one. . .but not another SUPERMAN. DANCER5612004
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