It was after I saw Superman fly away from the 12 story rooftop that I decided to run down to the third floor to take a shower. I had been 15 minutes over my lunch hour but since I had not been paged, I assumed no other security guards were looking for me. When I entered the shower room it was empty and I hurried to take a quick shower. But somebody entered the room area and began to take a shower themself. I noticed it was a guard from the top 3 floors and it was one who I didn't like. He kept looking at me until he came over and said "Bet you think you're pretty slick punk having sex on the roof with Superman. Yea I saw you. How did you like being his bottom bitch?"With that I turned off my shower water and decided to leave. But he grabbed me by my collar bone and pushed to bend me over. I could see him positioning himself behind me and felt his loose long dick rubbing against my behind. " I think you need to take this punk" he said to me. He held my neck forward as his meat made its way to my opened hole area. Just then Superman broke thru a shower wall and walked briskly forward to shove that assaulting guard aside. The guard looked stunned as he slipped across the floor to fall and hit the wall on the other side. Knocked out cold, Superman then turned to me and said, "C'mon." I reached around to grab my clothes and I could feel Superman grab me by the waist and we were off like a shot thru the wall, up thru an open shaft, and outside to the sky.Quickly we were outside and Superman kissed me slightly around my stomach. I reached my right arm around his muscular neck and he was literally carrying me naked in his big massive arms. I almost forgot to even take notice of the cities surroundings, but at last looked around to enjoy the incredible view. It wasn't long before we arrived at an open penthouse balconey and landed there. He set me on a cushy soft patio chair and crouched next to me. "I don't want you to work in that building anymore. If you don't mind, I can set you up as a security guard at the Daily Planet where my friend Clark Kent is employed." While he was telling me this I noticed how beefy his crouched legs looked in that position, but tried to listen intently without distraction.He put his left hand behind my neck while telling me this and I was becoming so turned on even though I was very tired. He got up and walked to the patio sliding door and opened it without entering. He winked at me to come inside and I got up with crumbled clothes in hand. Still standing there tall as can be he waited for me to enter inside and closed the door behind him. He said he was going to take a shower himself and while he did this I instinctively went to his bed to lay down under the soft sheets. I was extremely tired by now and could barely keep my eyes open. I remember him finally and quietly entering the room to put on his pajamas, leaving the top open in front. He crawled into bed without hesitation and lay next to me putting his hand over my stomach and then moved closer to wrap his right arm around me. We both fell asleep.Waking up at some point I could feel him pushing me around to one side on my left arm. He did this gently but still with some demanding force. Once on my side he snuggled in closer behind me and moved me to face forward on my stomach, thereby making his way over me. Being as curious as I was to his intentions I made no struggle but tried to make him comfortable. His right leg moved itself around my right side as he sank his body on my back. He felt so good in his pajamas, I couldn't get over how everything was soft but him. He was so massive and bulking, it didn't seem to bother him at all. He finally wrapped his arms around me and started to push his hips into my bottom. There I could feel his dick make it's escape from his pajama pant opening fly all by itself. It found it's way to my butt hole and made no gestures of being there by mistake. He pushed himself into me gently but with a steady force. Halfway in he began to stroke it gently while moaning a soft, "oh, yeah."Even the tip of his shaft I thought was hard to take because it was so full. I took a deep breath and silently struggled to not yell. He then grabbed the edge of the headboard and pumped me in steady rhythm. Not so hard at first but he gained momentum fast. Suddenly the bed itself grew a life of shaking and pounding. I lay there like a corpse taking every inch with minimum fuss. Somehow it wasn't as agonizing as I thought it was going to be. He was really quite careful even in his brutalness. Superman kept gasping as if he was doing it for the first time, and I could feel his muscled behind enjoying every minute. After several minutes he pulled himself out and juice flowed abruptly all over my backside sloshing everywhere. He let out a howl and his breathing was so uncontrolled, his abs were almost hyperventalating. All I could do was become a virtual spectator to his performance of fucking me. I could feel his head bow down and gasp somemore as moisture dribbled onto my neck. His smell was becoming such a huge large manly smell it was intoxicating. Finally he moved his huge legs further down and fell ontop of me. The pajamas never came off or unbuckled. Still breathing heavy, he said to me, "I think we should think about moving into a house."