Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 01:42:51 -0800 (PST)
From: dancer5612004@yahoo.com
Subject: SUPERMAN'S BULGE

While jogging thru the park one afternoon, wearing my blue sweat top with
hood, blue running shorts, and my activskin undergear with tennis shoes,
I happened across what appeared to be a rolled up joint laying on the
side of the roadway. I'll bet someone was partying around here and must
have dropped it, I thought. I swiped it up and put it in my sweat top
pocket. Kept jogging as if nothing had happened to avoid drawing
attention to myself, but not many people were around this time of day. I
finally got to my car and went home not displaying it until I got safely
behind my closed door at home. I put it on the kitchen counter top and
fixed lunch for my lover Superman who was due in to have lunch with me at
any moment. Tuna sandwiches, hot tomato soup, and crakers was the menu
for today! While fixing lunch I kept thinking how I hadnt smoked a doobie
in years, probably forgot how to handle myself. I set it in a drawer and
decided to save it until Superman left. Superman had arrived and we were
eating our meal, when he wondered how come I was so quiet. It's true, I
wanted to get rid of him so I could get stoned, but for some reason he
looked around the kitchen with his x-ray vision and sure enough, he found
it. He walked over to the kitchen drawer, took it out and said, "Is this
why you're not talking much?" "Superman, you know me better than that, I
was going to dispose of it the moment you left. I found it in the park."
"Hmph!" he said. he sat down and said to me, "I'll bet you were goin to
smoke it. . . ." Superman rolled the joint between his fingers with a sly
grin and looked at me. I kept eating and didnt say a word. "Maybe we
should both smoke it!" I nearly choked when he said that! I had no
intentions of getting stoned with the man of steel, no thank you. Nuh-uh.
With a quick ray of his heat vision, Superman glared at the marijuana
cigarette and lit the one end. "Viola!" he exclaimed and took a drag. I
absolutely could not believe he was doing that in front of me. But it
smelled so good, I had forgotten how I went thru that period in my life.
He took another hit and leaned back on his chair. Then he reached over to
me to offer me a hit. "Here, take some, dont make me an outsider." I
looked at him shaking my head a little, and took it from him. I took a
hit like the old pro that I was. Took one giant hit, and let it linger in
my mouth before I blew it out. Superman just smiled with his big muscular
ego, and said, "Hey! You're kind of cute when I'm stoned. You know that?"
I took another hit, gave it back to him, and started to wash the dirty
dishes. Looking at me from the table with a glaring eye, he said, "Hey.
You still wearing those nice tight activskins under your s-shorts-s."
It's true I hadnt changed, and was wearing them underneath. "That really
turns me on, ya know? Need help with the dishes?" He got up and brought
his share of the dirty dishes to me. I kept washing and he licked me
around my neckline. "Superman stop, you're going to turn me on", as I
shrugged some. Holding me with both hands around my waist, he pressed up
against me. I could feel his manly bulge drive itself into the crevice of
my shorts. It wasnt hard, but very suggestive. He turned me around and
gave me a very hard kiss. French kissing me roughly and very smoothly. He
took hold of both my hands and placed them between his thighs. French
kissing me all the while, making sure I didnt go anywhere. I could feel
the rough exterior of his well packed bulge I had grown to know and love.
It showed signs of movement, as if twitching to get out. "Still like
that?" he whispered in between kisses. He made sure my hands were side
swiping his well developed red crotch, and I could tell he was enjoying
it. He continued to kiss the side of my neck, as he plopped my right hand
into the inner pouch of his huge bulge. Oh, I was gasping. I often
wondered how I came to deserve this. I could feel his manhood! His big
hairy, meaty, beefy cock manhood swishing around needily in that famous
hard crotch of his. It felt moist without being sticky, and I wanted to
pump him. Ejaculate him, grab him around his tool and make him feel right
as rain with me. Instead, he grabbed firmly the edge of my shoulders and
pushed me downward. Until I was face to face with what every girl wanted.
Right between his lovely huge vivacious, curvacious masculine thighs was
an embodiment ready for my reawakening of it's spirit. What always gets
me about this man of steel is his uncanny ability to be gentle. Although
forceful, his hands remained gentle and almost guiding to him. But it
didnt take much navigation for me. I was now ready to smell, and sniff,
and do whatever it takes to make him glad to be with me. As I rested
myself upon his nice spandex trunks, I nosed his wobbling dickmeat,
teasing it to go back and forth. I heard him breath a loud sigh, and I
started to lick his cock head which was very strong and protruding
outwardly. The outline was becoming unreal, and I mouthed him taking in
the entire bulge head thru the interior of my mouth. Without sucking him
I managed to let my talented tongue do the talking. Touching him on all
sides and lingering it under his bulging cockhead meat. Daring him to
make me want to suck it, right thru his shorts. "Take me baby. . .take
me." I could hear him squeal. I kept vigil at letting his growing
dickhead make it's own "come to me" venture. It grew larger, and longer
yet. Until I had no choice but to give him what he wanted. Sucking him
right through his tightened shorts, he took both his big masculine hairy
hands and grabbed the back of my head, thrusting his hips. His dick was
almost set to rip itself thru those aching shorts of his, when he let go
of a heaving sigh, and moistened the inside of his shorts dreadfully. A
big huge stain of precum juice appeared as a wet blot, and I could tell
he had shot his wad. Wiping the moist end of his still bulging crotch
against my cheeks, I let the Super sperm drip out. "OH", is what I heard
him say next, almost to himself. "You are excellent. God, now I have to
undress and clean myself. Why do you keep doing this to me??" Just a
super mouth I suppose, I thought. His big legs moved away and he took a
shower. Luckily, he had several clean pairs of Superman uniforms hanging
in his closet. He came back in, dressed again in clean uniform, and
kissed me on the lips. "Now you stay here," he said firmly, "I dont want
anybody to take care of you but me, you got that?" He flew off in the
distance. I honestly think, he neednt have to worry about a thing.

THE END