Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 20:35:07 -0800 (PST)
From: dancer5612004@yahoo.com
Subject: ONE ON ONE WITH MR. KENT

Mr. Smith was quite the basketball player. At 6 foot 3, he wanted so much
to challenge Mr. Kent to a one on one game in the local neighborhood
basketball court. One day, he managed to step over to Clark's desk as he
was busy on computer, and started up a chit chat conversation. Then he
commented on Clark's 6' 4" height and asked if he'd ever play basketball.
Although Mr. Smith was lanky in comparison to the muscular Clark Kent,
Clark responded that he'd only been involved in the game of high school
football. "Not surprised," Mr. Smith commented,"but I was wondering if
you'd be interested in a good old fashion game of basketball, Clark. You
know. . . one on one. Mano Y mano." Clark looked a bit perturbed, and
gently tugged at his collar. Mr. Smith was a demanding figure, looking
especially taller then his 6'3" with his good looking professional slim
features. Clark hesitated with an answer, but said he would. "When did
you want to meet?" Clark asked. Smiling with no hesitation, Mr. Smith
suggested Friday evening at the public basketball court next to the old
library downtown. Mr. Smith knew that young kids in that area wanted the
first day of the weekend to go dancing, which would leave the courts
relatively vacant. Clark agreed, but asked if they could meet around
sevenish, since he had a previous dinner date and would have to run home
to change. Mr. Smith couldnt be happier, and said that it was all set.
Friday at 7pm at the library basketball courts. and Mr. Smith made it
clear he'd be waiting. Clark was not one to be tardy and was concerned
that 7:45 was too late to arrive for that one on one date he had made.
After parking his car on the side street, Clark noticed a lone tall
figure on the basketball courts playing basketball by himself. Dressed in
a sleevelss dark purple torn top and grey torn gym shorts, Mr. Smith was
already hot and sweaty as Clark approached him. Clark himself was dressed
in an orange type t shirt with the same colored grey shorts, but not torn
in any way. Both were wearing white gym socks with preferred tennis
shoes. "I'm way ahead of you Clark! Been here warming up and all set to
go." Clark wasnt sure what Mr. Smith meant by that remark. Mr. Smith
standing there, basketball in hand reached out to shake Clark's hand and
said, "I'm Dave, by the way, and I work as assistant head editor on Daily
Planet. I've seen you around and thought you looked pretty athletic,
thought I could talk you into playing a game with me." Clark ws won over
by his forward friendly style, and caught the first dribble sent by Mr.
Smith for Clark to catch. At once they were caught in a rigorous game of
basketball. Mr. Smith was indeed pumped, and ready to go as Clark
struggled to adjust his basketball interest to the same caliber. Clark
had to admit he was having fun at the very friendly and open Mr. Smith,
who was being aggressive and sportingly forgiving at the sort of
basketball clumsy Clark Kent. But Clark was athletic, and used his
muscular prowess to block off Mr. Smith's endeavors to take the basketbal
away. Clark's shoulders were like mountains, and even Mr. Smith had to
admit, very difficult to transcend. It was 9:30, the sun was going down
on this side of town, especially with the tall local buildings in that
area. It was getting dark. Mr. Smith had taken the provision of bringing
an ice chest of gatorade, both green and orange color. Clark was so
appreciative as he hadnt time to stop by a store for refreshment. They
both layed on the side grass lawn next to the hard pavement of the
basketball court. Mr. Smith was indeed correct, not many people in the
neighborhood other than an occassional passer by. Some kids riding bikes
in the streets, and cars driving by. Things began to get too quiet for
Clark as Mr. Smith looked up at him. "I'll bet your not as tough as you
look Clark!" Mr. Smith said forwardly. Without responding much of an
answer, Dave playingly reached over to pinch Clark's hard nipple peering
out through his orange tee. He grabbed hold of it and said, "Bet this
hurts." Of course Clark didnt feel pain, but what he felt was a sudden
chill of sensual pleasure. Mr. Smith mistook Clark's sudden gasp as a
painful reaction, and pinched down on his left hard nipple even harder
still. Clark then pretended to feel hurt and asked Dave to let go. "I can
do better than that." Dave retorted, as he felt down to lift Clark's
bottom t shirt to expose his muscular hairy chest and then proceeded to
pinch the very nipple he thought he was tormenting. "Bet that hurts
without the t shirt to soft guard it, huh, Clark boy?" Clark looked down
at the manly arm squeezing his tit as Dave moved in closer to Clark and
set his lips onto the big guy with glasses. Dave moved in and shuffled
himself closer on the grass right next to Clark's writhing body under his
watchful pinching hand, holding and tugging at the hardened manly tit.
Clark seemed timid at receiving that kiss, but was able to allow Mr.
Smith to gently let his tongue inside the nice warm mouth of Clark Kent.
Now Mr. Smith was becoming very interested in what he thought was the
"hunk of the Daily Planet." Clark had closed his eyes while Dave kissed
him lovingly on his lips and his hand quickly slid downward into Clark's
jock strap. But he didnt reach down far enough before he became
interested in another thing. Dave got up and pulled down Clark's shorts
to his ankles, and then took them off. Clark looked suspiciously
vulnerable laying on the ground with his muscular big arms being held
like some puppy dog. Dave, taking his cue, crawled forward between
Clark's delicious thick hairy legs, and with both of his lanky muscled
arms, grabbed Clark's legs underneath his thighs and moved his legs up.
His jock strap bung hole was now exposed to Dave, and Mr. Smith could
feel his throbbing cock jolting from inside his very own jock strap. With
his right quivering hand, Dave unleashed the cock's bonds of athletic
gear strap and his dick pointed straight towards the hole of Clark Kent
laying there helplessly awaiting Dave's next move. Secretly, Clark (or
Superman) had always wondered what it would be like to be topped and
overtaken by someone of his own stature in size. Mr. Smith had definately
fit the bill as tall, dark, and handsome, and his presence as having the
distinction of being a professional fellow curious handsome co-worker
made Clark Kent putty in his hands. Dave quickly topped him off and let
his thick seven and half inch cock slide down Clark's open love chute.
Clark could feel himself moving backwards on the grass and his strong
legs being lifted up with Dave's forceful entry. Before long, Dave had
completely gained momentum by keeping Clark Kent in check and moved his
upper weight on top of the big man holding him down as he rumped into
Clark Kent's awaiting butt. Clark, as big as he was, almost disappeared
underneath Dave's masculine force of butt fuckig him, and all that could
be seen was those massive arms reaching across the lawn at arms length,
and Clark's huge legs being butt spread by his very horny co-worker pal.
Mr. Smith's legs were now outstretched like two pillars and making sure,
Clark wasnt going anywhere from beneath him as he let his seven incher do
the talking. All that could be seen now in the darkened light of the
night were two massive jock straps gashing at each other in horny bliss.
Clark allowed his almost virgin asshole to be ramroded and heartedly
fucked by a guy who had probably fantasized about this long before he had
the final opportunity to do so. Dave could not get enough of being in
charge, with both his long arms wrapped around the bottom knee caps of
Clark's jerking muscled legs, hearing him gasp and gasp somemore with
each jab of Dave's dick, pumping himself in and out of Clark's writhing
twitching butt. If only Dave actually knew who was underneath him, he
probably would have had a coronary. Clark, however, was in no position to
give out any secrets, being pumped time and time again by his captivator
in the sensual dark. Clark then noticed another dark figure appear out of
nowhere, and shine a flashlight on the two men in heat. It was a cop, and
he was responding to a call of unusual noises heard in the vicinity of
the basketball courtyard. "Would you guys mind stop what you're doing and
get up against the wall please." The cop said with alarming coolness of
tone, and both men paid heed to the cop's request. They got up and moved
over to side of the old library wall and put both hands against the walls
exterior. Clark was aptly butt naked, and the cop himself was overcome
with sudden desire at how curveous and voluptuous the guy with glasses
had at opening his butthole while relucantly "spreading them" for the
officer. The cop cleared his throat for a second and walked over towards
the big man with muscles. "You need to keep that clean son!" The cop said
to Clark. The cop had been chewing on some gum, and held his long baton
stick with his other hand and propped it against the soft round curve of
Clark Kent's mound. The black stick, like having a mind of it's own, fell
slowly into Clark's crevice and explored the scene from within. The cop
took a strong hold of the baton and let it ram harder into Clark's
bunghole and he toyed with the aching anus like some soft, having just
been fucked "pussy lips." The cop, being turned on by the mans ultimate
good looks and hefty feel, took the baton and turned the baton, rotating
it slightly,  while inside the mans dark hole. Clark could not resist but
to let out a soft aching gasp, trying desperately not let on he was
becoming turned on to the cops advances. The cop jabbed the baton into
Clarks love hole and let the hard wood of the round baton end do the
sexual talking. Dave couldnt believe that the cop himself had been
overtaken by Clark Kent's hunky body and great looks. But the cop was
oblivious to Dave and just kept him there holding onto the wall with both
hands. "Look, officer. . ." Clark began. "Please allow my friend and I to
leave without charges and I promise to not tell anyone of your own sexual
advances." The cops eyebrows raised in utter surprise at the mans swift
negotiations. The cop, leaving his baton rest inside Clark's butthole,
moved over closer to Clark and whispered in his ear, "I dont make deals
with fags! You got that bottom man?" The cop, still chewing hard on his
gum, licked at Clark's ear lobe in the process, and yanked out his baton
so that it would hurt Clark's bubble popped anus. Clark let out a heaving
gulp of relief, and the two men got their clothes from the ground, and
Dave grabbed for his ice chest. As the two men walked to their own
seperate cars, the cop stood there acting very cock happy, and solidly
sniffed the end of the anus filled smelling baton.

THE END