While reading the paper with the Man Of Steel also sitting in the room, I abruptly asked him when he was going to ask me to marry him. I think I heard him laugh. "No really! When are we going to get married? The gay marriage law is confirmed in California, and I think we should give it a shot.What do you think? Huh."
Slowly while looking down at his newspaper, and dressed as Clark Kent in his leisure chair, he said to me, "I though we were married already. What do you know . . ." And then, nothing. I put my paper down on the end table, and said, "Well, that settles it, you are just going to have to marry me . . . at the alter. OK?" With that, I went over to where he was sitting and put both hands on the end of his chair. He glanced up, and smirked. "I knew it was coming to this when they passed the law, so here's what I'm suggesting we do."
He put his newspaper away next to him, and asked me to unbutton his shirt. His extreme chest was bulging, and the buttons were barely holding his shirt together. So I grabbed the top button, and unbuttoned it. And then, unbuttoned the next few. It's been several years that the two of us have lived together, and he still creates sexual surprises within me. I quickly breezed my left hand inside to feel his right nipple, and it was hard.
"Um-hm", he commented.
"You're teasing me, aren't you?", I snapped. Then I backed off. I decided to beat him at his own game, and walked away while pulling off my robe. "Oh, that's so unfair" he said. "I don't have any lubricant." Then he smirked some more, why I don't know.
As I continued to walk away, dressed only in my briefs, he grabbed me from behind, and swooped me around to face him up close. He had taken his glasses off, and said, "You do know that if we marry, we can no longer be the sexual roomates we've become. You do know that you will have to make love to me every chance that we can get. And you do know, that I'll never look at another person, as long as we will always be together. Don't you?"
I sank, and replied, "Uh-huh."
Then I noticed him continuing to stare at me desperately. "And you do know, that you'll have to suck my big hairy cock at least twice a day, for a very long time."
I couldn't believe that question, and my mouth dropped.
"Uh-huh", he said. "Just what I thought."
Then I heard him unzip his pants, and he told me to sit down. His dick and his balls fell out into the open, and he pushed himself right in towards me. I grabbed both the sides of his hard buttocks with both my hands, and then, started to suck him off. What else could I do, but prove my love for the man I was about to marry.
"OH", he squealed. "Just suck that son of a bitch why don't ya. Yea, suck on it, baby. Suck it real good. Just suck your man, real hard, and let him cum inside you'e mouth."
His dick didn't hesitate to grow, and it pulled itself out. It was so huge, round, and meaty. I could suck all of it, and I kept sucking for a long time. I pulled his pants down, and was glad he was not wearing his costume underneath. Just his big beefy legs showing from the boxer shorts he sometimes wore. He had both his strong hands on the top of my sofa chair, and pumped his organ inside me. His big beefy balls banging against the bottom of my hard sucking mouth. His calm manly legs thrusting. Then gradually, and quickly, he let out quite a bit of aching cum. Pouring out from the sides of my cheeks, he also quickly zipped himself up again. He was done, and in less than two minutes. My mouth was full.
Then he took his shirt partly off to display both of his hard nipples. "Think you can handle that four or five times a week? You're going to have to, if and when, we ever get married."
Then, as if cock of the walk, turned around and redressed himself.
Wiping the cum drops from my mouth, I said to him, " So, you're not certain then? Is that what you're saying?"
"Fuck off, bottom boy. . . . you're mine forever!" He didnt even turn around.
"What kind of asinine proposal is that? Hun, Superman?"
Then he turned around and faced me from across the room, with his glasses put back on. "Do you want me to draw you a picture? WE ARE GETTING MARRIED!!!!! And the sooneer the better, I'm tired of your la-de-da talk, and fancy ideas." Then, almost sarcastically, "We'll get married, have kids, have grand kids, they'll have grand kids, and the both of us will live happily ever after, is that what you want??"
My mouth dropped again.
"THANK-YOU!" he completed. "Now if you don't mind, I need to get some rest, and think about how we are going to do it. Superman doesnt get married everyday, you know." Then he stopped just short of the stairs, and looked towards me, almost lovingly. "OK? Sweetcakes?" And then he winked, and walked up.
I couldn't believe it! As long as we lived together, I always wondered about his marriage proposal, and here it was. A little profane, I must add, but he did it. MEN! I thought.
I put my robe on, and went upstairs. Superman had layed down on top of the bed. His big body sleeping soundly, and snoring. Here was my husband, I thought, and I'll shall make him happy, as I'm sure he will do for me. But before I let him continue to sleep, I noticed his hard crotch bulging within his pants. I then closed the door, and yet looked once more. He was too good to be true. Just big, handsome, and marvelous.
I closed the door, and bid him sweet dreams
THE END
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