Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 20:00:59 -0800 (PST)
From: dancer5612004@yahoo.com
Subject: SUPERMAN AND TIGHTS FOR MEN CONTEST

Clark was jousting along the uncrowded city sidewalk when he happened to
pass a window with a live model display in a high tech fashion store
department. This window caught his musing eye since it had one beautiful
young man sitting alone on a chair modeling what appeared to be an ad
layout window on TIGHTS FOR MEN. This guy had nothing on but pantyhose,
and was sitting on a wooden chair with arm resting on left side over
chair arm, the other resting on his right thigh. He was a good looking
lad, slim and slightly athletic build, with lots of hair. As Clark moved
closer to the window he noticed the layout for the product was pretty
extreme. A huge billboard sign layed across the backdrop behind the
model, and a stand carrying many styles of colored tights stood right
next to him. Another display with text across the way told the story of
how men's tights originated and how it's now the big fashion style for
men in Europe. A small hanging banner advertised an upcoming "tights for
men contest" and accepting applications. While Clark gazed at the model,
he was noticing how very sexy the young man's legs looked wearing what
actually appeared to be ladies pantyhose. The models legs seemed soft and
sultry, curving just at the right spots with enticing vigor. This guy
could not have been more than 18 years of age, Clark thought. Just then
another model appeared and seemed to want to switch places with the
sitting model. I guess it's break time  for the curveous little lad, but
when the young model stood up, Clark hushed at seeing the most plentiful
round and smooth bubble butt he ever saw. Clark's tongue, unbeknowest
unto him, managed to fall out of his mouth a bit, but kept falling
downward as he gazed at what could have been the hottest buns he had ever
seen switch places with the other model. The model that had just been
sitting down turned to the other model and said, "Check this guy out
Harold. Dont look at him now, but this guy in the window is making a fool
of himself. L-look at h-his tongue, my God!! It's almost hitting the
glass!" Harold peeked some and said to Carey, "He's cute though." With
that they switched places and the new model was left alone in the chair
to do his job. Clark took his clinging tongue off of the window and fixed
his necktie slightly before wandering off into the department store. The
new guy was wearing black pantyhose types and Clark lingered around the
inside display not asking questions. Harold looked at Clark and smiled,
but Clark got nervous and quickly took a pamphlet concerning TIGHTS
CONTEST, and left. Once back at the office, Clark waited for most of the
employees to go home from the Daily Planet before he got into his drawer
and reached for his pamphlet. When he opened it, he noticed the
application part had two sections. One for modeling tights, and the other
for judging them. Clark went to his computer module and brought up the
website. He clicked the APPLICATIONS icon and filled out the section for
judges. Several weeks passed on by when Clark got an email notifying him
of his acceptance as judge for the TIGHTS FOR MEN CONTEST. The contest
was being held on a weekend, which was perfect for Clark Kent to attend
on his night off. A strange idea came into Clark's head though. He got
behind the computer and emailed a reply to the company and told them he
was unable to attend, but his faithful friend companion Superman would be
more than happy to take his place. It didnt take long on that day for the
company to respond with a resounding YES!! They would be more than glad
to have Superman as a special guest judge for that contest evening. The
auditorium was filled with people, gay and straight. Superman showed up
on time and was greeted with a crowd of merry makers wanting his
autograph. The contest was about to begin when the judges took to their
seats. A news anchorman walked down the row of judges asking each and
every one of them special questions about the contest procedures. A
cameraman was following right beside him. Once the anchorman began asking
questions to the judge on the right of Superman the contest proceedings
had begun. The stage announcer appeared to tell the audience the first
round would be the combined stage show for all contestants in the TIGHTS
FOR MEN CONTEST, prejudging! With that the curtain was drawn to reveal a
stage full of standing handsome young men wearing nothing but men's
pantyhose. The anchorman was continuing to ask the judges questions, when
Superman felt a strange twinge in his loins. Never had he seen such
beautiful legs being displayed all at once in such erotic behavior. The
guys on stage were oblivious to the judges, but were immersed in modeling
and posing themselves wearing nothing but slinky scanty paper thin sexy
pantyhose. Superman could not believe how hard his heart began thumping.
All those round butts encased in shades of mindboggling sexy lingerie
wear being made just for guys. Superman began to feel hot. He tugged a
bit on his sweltering red cape hoping to draw in some air. Perspiration
beads were forming on his forehead. He couldnt take his eyes off all
those beautiful legs, most of them with pantyhose seams showing in the
spotlight. He layed a deep sigh and hardly noticed his tongue making it's
journey outward. He kept focus on the mounds of male butt meat prancing
around on stage before him, posing relentlessly with masuline legs in
mind. Superman's tongue had a life of it's own as it soflty and gently
dripped downward past his lower lip and kept going. Downward and downward
still, until it reached the table top of which he was leaning against.
Finally the anchorman finished with his questioning of the judge beside
Superman and turned to the man of steel himself. To his awe Superman had
a wry grin with his tongue falling from it making it's rest on the table.
Superman's eyes were nearly crisscrossed. The anchorman stumbled, but
continued to ask his question to Superman holding microphone shakily.
"Uh. . .. S-S-Superman. . . uh. . how do you think this contest is going.
Uh, do you feel men should be seen in pantyhose? Uh, Superman?" The judge
on the opposite side of Superman leaned over and said, "I think the
tongue speaks for itself."

THE END