Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 01:41:57 -0800 (PST)
From: dancer5612004@yahoo.com
Subject: SUPERMAN AND THE POPCORN PLEASURE

Saturday night finally rolled around and I was so ready to spend a quiet
evening with my honey, Superman. As usual I was in the kitchen preparing
soft drinks, as my super hunk was in the living room changing channels to
find something good on cable tv. He was crouching near the set, dressed
in blue jeans and black t shirt top, fumbling with manual control box to
change channels. For some reason he prefers to also to wear his Clark
Kent glasses to help further the homebody illusion, in case anyone drops
in. At last he decided to set the channel on "Fast and Furious", and
luckily it had just started. I brought the two cokes with ice into the
living room when Clark said he wanted a big bowl of popcorn. I put the
cokes on the end tables while he was in the kitchen preparing the bowl of
popcorn. Laying myself on the soft couches we had, he came back in with
popcorn bowl. He looked so handsome, especially with his glasses on. I
never told him I kind of liked him almost better when he wore them. He
layed next to me and put the bowl between the two of us. I had already
seen the movie dozens of times, but knew his off moments were extremely
limited. As we were munching on the salted popcorn, he gave me a bite of
his and put it into my mouth lovingly. I took it and chomped on it. I was
beginning to fall asleep, when he moved over to me with popcorn balanced
between his lips and gave it to me thru my mouth. I took it, but was not
ready for the smooth kiss he placed on my lips. We went back to the way
we were, and I layed my left hand on his muscular jean thigh. Actually
planning to snooze, when he said, "C'mere. . ." and placed more popcorn
down my mouth thru his lips and then using his strong tongue, probed the
popcorn into the roof of my mouth again. This time he stayed a little
longer, and gave me a nice french kiss that lasted five seconds. I didnt
know whether to fall asleep or go crazy at this point. After awhile he
grabbed my hand and placed it right on his blue jean bulge, making it
nestle there. Oh my god I was thinking and almost nodded my head. He
nudged me and said, "Whoops, I dropped some popcorn, want to get it for
me hon?" I looked for where he might have dropped it and the only popcorn
I could see was laying on his crotch blue jean area. I think I took the
hint and bent over to seductively pick up the popcorn with my lips,
trying not to touch his blue jean bulge. Maybe this will teach him! I
gently licked the kernals of popcorn and munched on them just over his
crotch. I sat back up and he looked at me with a slightly faint heart. He
then grabbed a handful of popcorn using his big hairy hand and
dropped the bundle back on to his bulging crotch area again. Giving me a
satisfied look, he said to me, "There, want some more?" There are times I
want it, and there are times I dont. I wasnt really in a mood for sex,
but I do like to tease, so I humored him. But this time, instead of using
my lips I simply arrogantly dusted off the popcorn with my hand,
spreading it on the floor. He got mad. Oh did he get upset. He got up,
placed the bowl on the coffee table and said, "C'mere. . .this is what I
really want you to have." He came over to me and jumped with his legs on
the couch, and unzipped himself. Out popped what must have been an
already hardening dick, and it aimed itself right to me, long, hard and
with demanding presence. Placing his right hand over the back of my head,
he slowly krept himself further and further next to me begging me to not
lick it. I didnt. You see, I am also very stubborn, and want what I get.
He came closer to me and layed his cock shaft over the exterior of my
mouth. Moving it just slightly back and forth over my lips, making me
smell him. He smelled so good, but I resisted still. "Do you want it?" he
asked me. "Do you want a hot dog with your meal?" With a firm grip, he
forced his long thick hard dick to spread my lips apart, slowly! I could
feel him entering my mouth and my tongue taste him. His long meat made
it's solitary journey to reach my throat. It's a journey I've been used
to with him and knew how he liked it. "OH" was all I could hear him say.
I gave in and started sucking on it. He began pumping his hips. Driving
it into me with hunky masculine force and relishing every moment. I could
see his glasses were still on, and I let this platform relent my lust for
him. I let him drive it into me as he began to fuck my mouth with my head
kept steady by the soft back cushion of the couch. Just then he
accidently kicked the bowl of popcorn, with the back of his foot, and it
fell on to the carpet. "Just a minute," he sexually anguished, "I-I-I'll
get it." But he kept pumping. "NO", he said. "I-I want you to get it."
Pulling himself out, he propped me towards the carpet where the popcorn
fell, and took off my pants. Exposing my naked butt, he layed me on the
carpet area like a kneeling dog. "I want you to eat the popcorn with your
lips, while I fuck you." He was so overheated while saying this, I did
what he asked. Munching slowly on the popcorn, which still tasted good,
he positioned his dick to prop on my hole. So there we were, him fucking
me while I had some leftover popcorn spilt on the carpet by Superman.
"There's nothing like fast and furious, eh, Robert. . .ol, boy?"