Arriving home from the great halloween party, I was surprised to find my man sitting in the sofa chair in the living room reading the newspaper. It was 2:30am, and I brought home a cheesburger with french fries to sooth my munchies. I was wondering what he was doing in the living room with the lights so dimly lit, but I assumed his super powers for reading were in action. Clark folded the newspaper away as I walked thru the door, but he still sat there motionless. He asked me, "So how was your night?" I didnt know what to say because I had some amount to drink, and didnt want to say anything stupid.
So I simply responded with, "It was fun, Clark. I wish you could have seen it."
"No", he responded. "I dont think I would have found much pleasure in dressing as a superhero to please my fans. It would look too obvious. You know, you look really good there dressed as Peter Pan outfit. Come over here", he continued. "Come sit next to my lap." So I sat down next to him, but then he placed me on his left leg, and straddled me. My green tights were covering his big meaty kneecap, and he seemed to be enjoying it.
I always like the feeling of the man of steels legs, even from under his Clark trousers.
Then he grabbed me, and pulled me closer to him. From there he got close to my right side, and nestled his face. I then noticed he had reached down to between his legs and began feeling himself. "MMmmm", he moaned. "I've been thinking about you in those lovely tights of yours. You look really good in them. You've really got a nice butt, I'm sure I'm not the only one who noticed you walking down that Santa Monica Fair tonight. It would certainly turn my head to see a swishing butt like that. So nice and round. Feels so good."
He then moved his left hand to underneath my leftside buttock, and touched my entire thigh. He was really enjoying it, and I felt him becoming more amorous. I was wondering what he had in mind. Then he continued feeling my backside with his masculine face still wearing those Clark Kent glasses. With his right hand he reached for my hand, and brought it over to his throbbing dick from inside his crotch.
"I want you to touch it, and make it feel good . . . Peter. Take me back to fantasyland, and bring this ol man into his right mind. C'mon, Peter . . . touch my peter for me. C'mon, honey . . . touch it!!"
I dont know why he was begging me because I love makin it with the man of steel. That's the only reason we have been together for such a long time, because I dont want to lose him, and I'll never ever leave him either. Although I have never told him that, and probably never will because then he will have the upper hand. For some reason, he thinks he needs me more than I need him, because I am so well dedicated to his venture and mission in life. I'm always there when he needs me to be around. This time, however, he wanted me real bad.
His dick was real hard underneath his pants, and I wasnt sure if he also had his Superman uniform on at the time. He had nestled his stiff manly nose into the back of my shoulder blade as I continued playing with his stiff joint which was still getting harder to play with. Oh, he felt so tired yet masculine in that sofa chair. HIs long stiff cock was wanting my hand to just feel it's strong stiffness, and the throbbing heat that could be felt from deep within his business pants. I pushed the dickmeat up and down, almost bouncing it with the bottom of my right hand. "Mmmm", he motioned. "That feels reallyl good when you do that to me. Do you know you're the only one who I let do that to me, dont you? The only one."
I was almost laughing at the candid comment outbreak he just made to me. The only one, I thought. Can you imagine as the stud of steel says you are his only line of sexual fire. Then he began to bounce me on his masculine knee as if I were a 5 yr old kid, almost grinding his kneecap into the crevice of my butt.
"That's where I want to stick that thing of mine. Right up that butt. Mmmm, it would feel so good. Just thinking about it makes me want to shoot off! I can't wait to get into those round cheeks of yours. C'mon, lets go to bed . . . honey."
With that, he took me by the hand and strode my Peter Pan outfit exterior up the stairs. I did manage to take my leftover food to the kitchen fridge before I followed by big man up the stairs. Even in the dim light of the house, you cant help but notice the big muscular butt striding from under his business pants. His huge back stiffly nestled on his torso walking like a statue. His two side arms barely swinging in motion.
Once upstairs, he immediately took off his shirt. He was not wearing his Superman outfit this time around. And he quickly undid his pants in the bathroom with the door open. I layed myself on the bed cover, as he walked slowly towards me in the dark with pants half open. He liked playing Clark Kent, and I had noticed this before. I dont think he was thinking about Superman at this point. I dont even know where any of his uniforms were at since none were in view, except one Superman shirt hanging on the hat rack in the dark.
He cautiously came over to me and began to cuddle me. His smile shown even in the dark with gentle lust. "Feel my cock", he said. So I went over, and it sprang out.
His hard dick had a great amount of love juice already flowing on the cockhead, as he took me down to give him a blowjob. I took my Peter Pan hat off, and did just that. Surrounding my mouth with his ultimate manhood, and giving my all. Tasting the love juice so soft and sticky, it was easy to give him a sloppy sucking with all that pre-lubrication. His head, still wearing those Kent glassed, bent upward in ecstasy. "Oh, baby, that's good. That's real good. Oh, I enjoy it so. Keep sucking me like that . . . and I wont have a chance to fuck you silly. K-k-keep sucking like that. Oh, yes! Feeeeels sooo soo gooddddddddd . .. . "
I kept sucking and sucking that hard dick, and it was like sucking off a male horse. Both his balls were still in his pants, but his dick was begging for more. So I gave it to him, and loved every minute of it. Then he began rocking his hips, as if fucking my brains out.
"So good. So, good. Just like that sweetheart. Oh, it feels so damn good. I love it. OH, yea . . . I love it just like that. Yes, honey. Keep sucking it."
My mouth was burning with the heat his meat was generating, with ultimate friction pumpind inside and out. Just then, he shot a squirt, as my tongue was making a landing platform for the juices flowing the air. Still jerking himself off, he had closed his eyes for completer orgasmic relief. He layed down on the bed, still huffing and puffing with excitement, his bare hairy chest exposed to oblivion.
"Oh, baby. Do me a favor." After taking a moment, he said, "drop your drawers for me wont you? Won't you . . . baby?? Drop those green tights of yours and expose your soft round butt for me. Do it."
With that, I shoved my very tight green tights down to my knees and lay on the bed cover spread eagle. Knowing Superman likes to be the top guy in my life, I simply waited for his next move to get on top of me. It didnt take long, for he moved over to me in a rush, propping himself over my entire backside with his dick meat still hard and wanting. Then he dropped his drawers a bit, and exposed some great meaty muscled hairty masculine thighs, putting themselves in control. With his dickmeat currently wet and moist from the first round of cum, he licked himself with the glassed still on, and his bare chest peering out with very hard nipples, and breathing heavy.
"Spread em, baby. Just the way I like it. Just for me!!! Yea. What a great ass you got. Two mounds just ready for some dickmeat exploration. And Ive got just the tool that will please you, bottom boy. Isnt that right?? BOTTOM MAN. Oh, yes. You're my bottom guy who likes to get this clear vision of fucking power right up that hot ass! Tonight . . . you're going to get it. Now spread em for me, Peter Pan, and I will make you and me fly! Fly with me, Peter Pan. With those awesome legs, and god awesome butt."
Without saying anything more, he then pushed his cockhead into my buns. My eyeballs wide open from the sheer shock of such a big cock being shoved in. It wriggled its way up and down, but slowly sought its way inside. Finding my butt shaft, he pulled himself in. It was so big and round, and very powerful. He got on top of me, and began to fuck me. Like a bullhorse in heat, he grabbled for cock fucking excitement into the split area of my butt.
Superman dropped the glassed from his head without touching them, and the big bed was moving with his grinding thrusts. Although he only came in and out of me only halfway, since he was so big, he grown accustomed to half fucking me with his giant dick. Only the main part of his big cockhead was writhing in glory of my butt muscles taking every inch he was giving it.
"Oh!!!!" he squealed. "That's right! Take it all in you bottom man, you. Take that exploring cockhead into that ass! Oh, man . . . it feels so good. You're so fine, my Peter Pan. Tinker Bell doesnt know what she's missing. That wonderful butt, just made for this kind of action. She'd have to use a dildo to get you off. I've got the fucking power for a guy like you. Oh, yes . . . baby. You're getting all of it, tonight! Yes, baby. Yes! Take that dickmeat. I'm going to fuck you all night if I have to. I already came once, let's see what I got left."
His dick giving me a sloppy wet fuck, I felt like a barn animal suffering from the amount of heat I was giving. And just then, a large amount of river ooze appeared right in me. My mound had completely covered his thick hard boner, and it was buried deep inside with action. The cum juice dribbled out from between my legs, and he pulled out.
"Thank you, Peter. Thank-you. Oh, wait . . . you're not Peter. I thought you were somebody else", he said jokingly.
What could I do. THE END.