Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 20:52:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert <dancer5612004@yahoo.com>
Subject: It's not easy being a Superman!

The door of the house opened with utter anguish, as Superman returned to
his home secretly through the back porch of the residence of Clark Kent. He
had just won an ultimate battle with a desperado in the heart of
Metropolis, that for some reason was very powerful, and really gave
Superman, a real knockdown brawl.
         During the course of the battle, Superman took his knocks, and
suffered tremendously with the condition of his superhero tights. They were
virtually torn to shreds, and his beefy body could be seen from all corners
of where its supposed to be hidden. Although he was not entirely tuckered,
his costume suffered the majority of damage. He dare not even look at
himself in the mirror, as he did not want to witness his torn condition. He
rambled his big body up the stairs towards his bedroom. Superman, had
always planned way in advance for the tragedies that could befall his life,
and torn to shreds super costume was not ignored.
         He reached for the secret hidden button that would open his
awaiting closet full of extra costume changes. Many superman shirts,
tights, and a few extra red boots stood before him like a halloween costume
showcase.
         First off, after he removed his torn clothing and set them on a
huge pile of already thrown away disposable super gear, he reached up on
the closet shelf for some packaged blue tights. After he put those on, he
grabbed a spare cape hung in the back of the super shirts, and set it on a
chair. The boots he had worn, were not in bad condition, but they would
only remind him of this very bad day, so he decided to dispense with those
also. Finally, he reached for a hanging shirt, and proceeded to put it on
over his head.
         Well, to his amazement, this shirt had a rather peculiar small
tight hole for his macho brow, and when struggled with it on, it gave an
almost silent tear. With the super shirt halfway over his head, he looked
frantically for a pair of scissors, and took the shirt off. From there, he
trimmed off the tight elastic part of the overly tight hole for his head.
Then after putting on the shirt, to his dismay, the cuts of the scissors
were very uneven, and made the entire look of his uniform, very
unprofessional.  Nope, this shirt would also have to go! So, like a
wrestler, he tore off the super shirt from his thick muscled bod, and it
landed on the garbage heap with a bound. He thought to himself, "thank
goodness he had an abundance of disposable super hero shirts in which to
choose from." He grabbed for another one, which looked flawless, and slowly
put it on with anticipation. This one slid on like a super glove, and he
was so proud that he completed his look.
         He did, however, manage to save the shorts he had worn which did
not show any signs of immediate wear and tear, so he decided to put those
on over his new gear.
         Unfortunitely, Superman made a drastic fast move while reaching
for his red cape, and boots all in one swoop. While bending downward, he
heard a blood curdling sound of an echoing RIP!! It was his red shorts that
had let him know that they had met their day. Superman, looked all around
for another pair of red shorts, but could not find any-anywhere. He used
his super vision and scanned the area all around, but no red shorts were in
supply. He quickly slapped his handsome head, and reached for the cell
phone. Another prior adjustment to his costume woes,was a nearby supplier
that could send him suitable gear to form his super suit. "Hello, underwear
gear?" he went on.
         An hour passed, and his special order had arrived as he could see
the delivery man approach the front sidewalk with his X-ray vision.
However, he did not change out of his superman clothes because he did not
want to struggle with them back on again, but he did have on his Clark Kent
glasses to give him the impression that Clark was recieving the shipment,
and not Superman. As he could not open the door to expose his super suit,
and for the fact that his package was prepaid by credit card over the
phone, he simply instructed the delivery man to slip the package throught
the doggie door. The delivery man complied, and told Clark Kent to have a
nice day. He took his brown box package up the stairs again, and opened the
package quickly.
         Superman let out a huge sigh, and then reached for the cell phone
agian. "Hello, underwear gear?" It seems that they mistook his shipment,
and gave him red patterned thongs. This was no good. Another hour passed
by, and the deliverer had manage to take back the prior package, and
replace it with the proper order Superman had made. The shorts were plain,
red, tight, and just the way he was accustomed. Nothing could rain on his
parade now, absolutely nothing.
         With his super hearing, he overheard a brushing of footsteps just
outside his house through the halfway open window. He looked out and
downward from his second story home, and saw a young man in shorts looking
about the wire fence for something. And it wasnt so much that a young man
was on his premises walkway garden, that he noticed the man with the
baseball cap was particularly cute looking. Then he noticed something else
about the man. The young man had a shirt with an printed logo, and Superman
used his vision to magnify the writing. It said plainly, ACTIVSKIN LEGWEAR
FOR MEN, which would have been entirely too difficult to read from that
distance from any normal human being. He gazed at his blue runner's shorts,
and noticed they were very snug and clinging on to some other material. The
young man, about 26. was sporting what he was advertising, and wearing see
throughish tights that resembled nylon pantyhose underwear. Superman smiled
to himself, and looked innocently about the man's physical capabilities. He
noticed that the man had indeed a toned bod, with nice sleek rather muscled
legs. The nylon shimmer of the tights gleamed, and made the man's legs look
rather silky. "Not bad", Superman thought.
         At first Superman didnt notice it, but his bulge in his tight red
shorts begun to grow a little. He had noticed himself absent mindedly
gazing at the man's obvious roundish posterior which nestled themselves
strongly within the slit of the runner's shorts. Superman let out a deep
breath of appreciation, and almost forgot to remember of what the person
was looking for next to his house. He wanted to go downtstairs and ask him,
but didnt want to change out of his outfir still. So he remained patrolling
the area to see what the man was up to. His eyes drifted towards the man's
leg area, and couldnt help but feeling a slight sexual arousal in his
chest. Without thinking, his right hand shifted his crotch, and he tried
not to think of what he was feeling, or thinking about. Unfortunitely, his
crotch had different plans of their own. His red bulge kept getting a
little bigger with the passing moments, and he had to notice that he had
accomplished a well endowed hard on with his new red tight shorts. So much
so, the rest of his costume was becoming unraveled. Superman began to feel
himself perspiring, and withdrew a slight cough in his thick throat. The
man then bent over the wire gate fence to search harder for whatever he was
looking for, and his butt show thru his shorts, and there the nylon seams
began to expose themselves. This drew Superman over the edge! This man here
was positively sexy! His hard on grew, and grew with no sense of walls even
encassed in the stretch of the tight shorts, until the ultimate happened.
To Superman's utter dismay, his large throbbing cock broke free of the
tight shorts jail, and the super dick tore an instant hole through the
middle, exposing it's sexual eagerness. Superman's mouth dropped down as he
was incapable of keeping his male prowess from remaining calm any further.
         There was only one thing left to do, and his right hand knew
exactly what was going on as it slowly reached over and around the meat of
his thick hardened dick standing out in attention. Superman began to jack
himself off, and with his left hand, brought open the soft curtains so he
could look at the sexy man in his yard still further.
         He grabbed, and he grabbed, until he no longer needed the sight of
the man in his yard to get him off. The thought of sticking his manly tool
up into the strength of those lustful intruders legs, gave him a sudden
rush. How nice it must be to let his cockhead slip gracefully up and down
into the crevice of that nylon encassed ass below him. How nice it must be
to gently stroke his cock thru those awaiting cheeks, and give it some
strong gentle strokes of their own. Those nice long legs needed loving, as
did the entire strength of the man below. To his astonishment, Superman was
thouroughly jacking off with vigor, and it was not enough just to think
about it anymore. He wanted to meet him. . . . in person, and up close, if
possible. But he did not want to change into Clark Kent to do it, and he
was much too hot and bothered to think about struggling with clothes. So,
he would confront the stranger as a helping superhero, and arrive to him
quickly.
         Superman was a pro at letting his appearances drift from a great
entrance to a silent one, and this required a "sneak" attack. Straight from
behind the gazing man, still looking about the brush for his lost item,
Superman stood. Just like he was meant to stand with both hands propped on
both his sides with macho earnest, and said, "May I help you sir?" The man
surprisingly did not turn back, but responded with, "I lost some quarters
in the weeds over here, and cant find them. I know their here, but I dont
know." Superman tried desperately to seem professional, but his heated dick
without gratification, began to adjust itself accordingly to the round butt
that was within inches of it's reach. And the dick had every intention of
reaching out for the gratification that it was looking for. Superman's hard
dick felt a struggle with keeping it maintained once again, and he could
see from the corner of his eye, that his crotch was protruding in broad
daylight. So he clumsily tried to hide his protrusion by getting closer to
the man looking over the edge of the wire gate fence. It was there he
accidently, without thinking, stuck the super dick protrusion between the
man's thighs. Superman, still sweating it out, tried to avade the
circumstance by pointing out the possibility of the coins being in a
certain area of the other garden. But his awareness that his crotch had
sunk itself in between the man's legs took over, and his eyes almost
crossed themselves with a sigh of relief. The man realized what was
happening, as he felt a hard pipe drift into the butt crack of his runner's
shorts. He realized through a shadow, that the helping voice belonged to a
really big man of muscular size and gerth. He looked to his left only a
little, and Superman's head was romantically forming next to his face. The
man noticed it was Superman, and he smelled great.
          Yes, it is not easy being a Superman, especially on a warm spring
quiet day, with not many neighbors around to see the two of them walk into
the house. It's not easy being big and muscular, with a great sexual
prowess for arousal with someithng as sexy as this man who promotes skin
tights for men, and has the courage to wear them in broad daylight. This
sort of thing requires a reward of some kind, and Superman, after finding
the lost quarters with his super vision in the garden, knew the man that
was his, was gay, because he did not put up a fight with having Superman's
ultimate crotch bulge finding sexual arousal in his runner's shorts, and
nylon tights. Superman led the graceful man into his bedroom, and they
struggled with a kiss, but it was Superman that went into his dominant
persona, and gave the man, who was Robert, a great kiss of joy, and
thankfulness.
         Needless to say, the two of them got it on, with Superman not
permitting the man to take off his nylon tights at any time during the
course of the hot afternoon. He wanted them to remain on, and Superman
"bottomed" him out. Yes, his new shorts took a beating, and they too ended
up on the clothing garbage pile with his other torn ones, but hey. . .
Superman was used to many changes in the course of being Superman. And
Superman, he was.
  FASTER THAN A SPEEDING BULLIT, MORE POWERFUL THAN A LOCOMOTIVE. . .
  Superman said to himself, "Man, I am flying."
  "Yea, baby, yea. . . . . ." (puff, puff)

  please submit this story to KISSING SUPERMAN in gay celebrity section,
thanks.