Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2007 17:35:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob <dancer5612004@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Superman Chocolate Sweetheart

     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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