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