Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2006 08:21:15 -0800 (PST)
From: dancer5612004@yahoo.com
Subject: SUPERMAN AND PETER PAN: St. Patricks day parade finale

Not many parade watchers or participants were exactly amazed at seeing
two men dressed in outlandish outfits such as the bodybuilding green
Superman and the gymnastic type bod of Peter Pan. They actually fit in to
the "gay" surroundings of the green marching floats and parade watchers.
With such lack of commotion bestowed on the authentic two ultra fantasy
type personas, they decided to up the ante on having fun by ducking into
a nearby irish type tavern for some cold ones. Peter Pan went in first
and green Superman followed behind. They chose to remain anonymous in
their costumes since most everyone had no clue that they were the real
thing. Luckily an open booth was available for the two of them to sit and
have a drink. They chose to order from the bartendar a pitcher of cold
beer, along with a special of green shots. It didnt take long for the
both of them to start feeling intoxicated. After several rounds, even
Superman was feeling woozy in the head. Peter, with his high volume
personality for fun and mischief, was seeming to enjoy his drunken state
in spite of Superman's wooziness. Without thinking, Superman tried to
keep from falling over on his left side by accidently bracing himself
with his left hand on Peter Pan's thigh. Upon feeling that strong muscled
tight thigh of Peter's Superman thought it felt rather sexy. He found
himself stroking the leg a little, and feeling the soft green tights that
wrapped themself around Peter's obvious tight muscled body. Peter looked
around and allowed the strong wandering hand gently stroke his thigh meat
and then Superman reached down to feel Peter Pan's crotch. It was nice
and full, and Superman was beginning to get turned on. He motioned over
closer to Peter and wrapped his right strong arm around Peter's
waistline. Peter looked over at Superman and knew instantly, Supes wanted
to kiss. The dark corner area of thier booth kept them shielded from the
traffic rollicking inside the crowded tavern. It seemed suitalbe to
Superman, even under his immense drunken style, to pursue romantic
endeavors with this sexy man beside him. The two of them lockjawed and
quickly immersed in one of the hottest kisses of the century. Superman
gripping Peter firmly as if he were a woman, and letting his tongue reach
into the fantasy characters throat. Suddenly Superman noticed that his
colors of his outfit were slowly returning to normal. He decided it was
best to exit the rear door, for fear of being found out as the real
Superman. When the two of them reached outside the romantic evening was
far from over. Peter, carrying Superman like a drunken bum, was them
forced onto a box crate to sit on while Superman continued his
frollicking manly kiss into Peter's mouth. Superman could not get enough
of feeling the nice green tights and the luxurious legs that remained
inside. Without hesitation, he kept feeling the nice tight body of this
well built Peter Pan and gently guided him off the crate box to face the
wall. Forcing his big muscular hairy hand up the fairyland's buttocks,
Superman could relish stroking the round muscled hot butt that Peter had
beneath his tights. Before he could think about it, his cock had already
sprung out of it's shelter, making his shorts stretch out with masculine
force. Superman moved himself forward to enter the stuck out bulge into
Peter's crevice. Ohhhhh, it felt so gooood, he thought. With that, Supes
grabbed for the top part of Peter's tights and folded them downwards.
With his right hand he moved his red shorts out of the way, exposing his
damn big exploding dick! In moments, Superman began humping the steel
rock hard butt of wimpering Peter Pan. Peter had no choice but to give
into the huge superheroes appetite, holding the wall steady over the
crate with his right arm. Feeling his butt getting ramroded by this big
huge ultra muscular manhood, giving it he got. Peter's feet on tiptoe and
bracing himself with every move of that super muscle! Little Thomas the
leprechaun was not amused, and had watched these two hunks enjoy
themselves quite enough. While letting Superman finish his business, as
any good sporting wee leprechaun would, he even let them gaze into each
others eyes after they were done. But before Superman could lay one last
kiss, the leprechaun snapped his fingers and made Peter disappear as
quickly as he came. The drunken Superman nearly fell over when Peter was
taken so suddenly, but caught himself. The leprechaun disappeared too,
but not until two black dogs came out of nowhere and teased Superman for
being there. They even tugged onto his sagging trunks and pulled on them
like some loose rag. Wrapping the trunks around Superman's knee caps, the
big guy found it difficult to stand erect. His strong masculine legs were
literally being toyed with by the two dogs daring him to loose his
balance. Superman's cock was bouncing around as he struggled to get his
trunks away from the two dogs without tearing them apart. Finally he
managed to snap them apart from the jaws of the treacherous dogs, but the
dogs kept on barking loudly. At last to Superman's chagrin, two cops with
flashlights appeared from the darkened ally to inspect the unruly dog
sounds that emulated from the dark path. Superman had just finished
putting on his red trunks, when the spotlight was put on him. "Oh, it's
you Superman!" "Look!" the other cop said, "Superman's drunk." Sure
enough, Superman found it difficult to stand sobberly. "I'm afraid we are
going to have to take you in Superman, I'm sorry." The two cops arrested
Superman for open drunkeness and disorderly conduct. Unfortunately, the
one cop had to bargain with Superman that he not try to undo the
handcuffs they needed to put on as proper procedure. Superman was
escorted to the back seat of the local vehicle, and put in solitary
confinement at the jailhouse. His high status made it necessary to be
isolated in jail time alone. After his handcuffs were removed, and
Superman still in half drunken stupor sitting alone on the jailhouse bed,
the one cop commented Superman should be given a cold shower. The other
cop disagreed, but that one cop was persistent, and he opened the jail
cell. With his hard driving night stick against the jail cell's bars, the
cop ordered Superman into the shower stalls down the hall. Superman had
no choice but to obey the law, and drunkingly walked towards the shower
stall area. He was then ordered to disrobe and place his Superman outfit
on the open bench. Superman took off his shirt and cape, and then
clumsily took off his bottom half, plus boots. There in front of the
gasping cops, stood the man of steel disrobed and looking very
excrutiatingly HANDSOME. He had bulges where the two cops thought no man
could ever have. And the longest unhardened cock they had ever saw. When
Superman stumbled towards the open shower stalls, his ultra hard butt
moved like poetry in motion. Needless to say the two cops disrobed too,
and entered the shower stall right along with this big hunk of steel. The
leprechaun, gazing into his tiny round crystal ball, looked upon the
scenario, and went "tsk, tsk. Would you look at that now? Two irish folk
having a WEE BIT OF FUN. . .WITH SUPERMAN!"

The End