Date: Thu, 24 Jul 2008 00:29:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert <dancer5612004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marriage To Superman

  While reading the paper with the Man Of Steel also sitting in the room, I
abruptly asked him when he was going to ask me to marry him. I think I
heard him laugh. "No really! When are we going to get married? The gay
marriage law is confirmed in California, and I think we should give it a
shot.What do you think? Huh."

  Slowly while looking down at his newspaper, and dressed as Clark Kent in
his leisure chair, he said to me, "I though we were married already. What
do you know . . ." And then, nothing. I put my paper down on the end table,
and said, "Well, that settles it, you are just going to have to marry me
. . . at the alter. OK?" With that, I went over to where he was sitting and
put both hands on the end of his chair. He glanced up, and smirked. "I knew
it was coming to this when they passed the law, so here's what I'm
suggesting we do."

  He put his newspaper away next to him, and asked me to unbutton his
shirt. His extreme chest was bulging, and the buttons were barely holding
his shirt together. So I grabbed the top button, and unbuttoned it. And
then, unbuttoned the next few. It's been several years that the two of us
have lived together, and he still creates sexual surprises within me. I
quickly breezed my left hand inside to feel his right nipple, and it was
hard.

  "Um-hm", he commented.

  "You're teasing me, aren't you?", I snapped. Then I backed off. I decided
to beat him at his own game, and walked away while pulling off my
robe. "Oh, that's so unfair" he said. "I don't have any lubricant." Then he
smirked some more, why I don't know.

  As I continued to walk away, dressed only in my briefs, he grabbed me
from behind, and swooped me around to face him up close. He had taken his
glasses off, and said, "You do know that if we marry, we can no longer be
the sexual roomates we've become. You do know that you will have to make
love to me every chance that we can get. And you do know, that I'll never
look at another person, as long as we will always be together. Don't you?"

  I sank, and replied, "Uh-huh."

  Then I noticed him continuing to stare at me desperately. "And you do
know, that you'll have to suck my big hairy cock at least twice a day, for
a very long time."

  I couldn't believe that question, and my mouth dropped.

  "Uh-huh", he said. "Just what I thought."

  Then I heard him unzip his pants, and he told me to sit down. His dick
and his balls fell out into the open, and he pushed himself right in
towards me. I grabbed both the sides of his hard buttocks with both my
hands, and then, started to suck him off. What else could I do, but prove
my love for the man I was about to marry.

  "OH", he squealed. "Just suck that son of a bitch why don't ya. Yea, suck
on it, baby. Suck it real good. Just suck your man, real hard, and let him
cum inside you'e mouth."

  His dick didn't hesitate to grow, and it pulled itself out. It was so
huge, round, and meaty. I could suck all of it, and I kept sucking for a
long time. I pulled his pants down, and was glad he was not wearing his
costume underneath. Just his big beefy legs showing from the boxer shorts
he sometimes wore. He had both his strong hands on the top of my sofa
chair, and pumped his organ inside me. His big beefy balls banging against
the bottom of my hard sucking mouth. His calm manly legs thrusting. Then
gradually, and quickly, he let out quite a bit of aching cum. Pouring out
from the sides of my cheeks, he also quickly zipped himself up again. He
was done, and in less than two minutes. My mouth was full.

  Then he took his shirt partly off to display both of his hard
nipples. "Think you can handle that four or five times a week? You're going
to have to, if and when, we ever get married."

  Then, as if cock of the walk, turned around and redressed himself.

  Wiping the cum drops from my mouth, I said to him, " So, you're not
certain then? Is that what you're saying?"

  "Fuck off, bottom boy. . . . you're mine forever!" He didnt even turn
around.

  "What kind of asinine proposal is that? Hun, Superman?"

  Then he turned around and faced me from across the room, with his glasses
put back on. "Do you want me to draw you a picture? WE ARE GETTING
MARRIED!!!!! And the sooneer the better, I'm tired of your la-de-da talk,
and fancy ideas." Then, almost sarcastically, "We'll get married, have
kids, have grand kids, they'll have grand kids, and the both of us will
live happily ever after, is that what you want??"

  My mouth dropped again.

  "THANK-YOU!" he completed. "Now if you don't mind, I need to get some
rest, and think about how we are going to do it. Superman doesnt get
married everyday, you know." Then he stopped just short of the stairs, and
looked towards me, almost lovingly. "OK? Sweetcakes?" And then he winked,
and walked up.

  I couldn't believe it! As long as we lived together, I always wondered
about his marriage proposal, and here it was. A little profane, I must add,
but he did it. MEN! I thought.

  I put my robe on, and went upstairs. Superman had layed down on top of
the bed. His big body sleeping soundly, and snoring. Here was my husband, I
thought, and I'll shall make him happy, as I'm sure he will do for me. But
before I let him continue to sleep, I noticed his hard crotch bulging
within his pants.  I then closed the door, and yet looked once more. He was
too good to be true. Just big, handsome, and marvelous.

  I closed the door, and bid him sweet dreams

  THE END

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