On the third say I was away from my weeks long vacation, Superman was feeling a little tense at home. He's be sitting in his favorite chair trying to read an article in the paper, when he noticed his dick moving around and getting swollen. It was clearly protruding around in his pants and bothering the heck out of the man of steel. He propped the newspaper up before him again, but to no avail. It was as strong and as rigid as ever. Something had to be done about this, he concluded. He got up from his easy chair and gazed at himself in the mirror. He was dressed as Clark Kent with conservative shirt and dress pants to be worn around the house in case someone came knocking at the door. His sleeves had been rolled up to expose and make room for his massive muscular hairy arms falling out of both of them. His big hairy chest was slightly exposed to reveal an awesome piece of man meat just hiding underneath the tight opening. And he thought he looked particularly cute that day. The mailman had already arrived and delivered the mail, he thought unless there were any important emergencies, there wouldnt be any real need for him. So he ventured up the stairway in his solid loafers. He got inside the bathroom and looked once more in the mirror speculating his handsome face for any wear and tear. He took off his shirt and then pants, socks, and shoes. Thong went immediately on the hamper top. He turned on the warm water in the shower and began playing with the current. For some reason he left his glasses on. Still feeling the warming current with his masuline hand, his other hand slid doen to the part of him that was annoying him so. It was big, strong and beefy. Nothing new to him, but it needed to be satisfied after a period of time or else. This was the reason for his continuous need for a constant relationship. It demanded SEX. It didnt like to be ignored and if it did, the bulge in his Superman trunks could be disasterous. He prefered to have sex with an individual, mostly someone he cared for and relied on, emphatically. Never one to trick, except for a rare occasion, he longed to be with the one he loved. That was his turn on. His main SQUEEZE! He hopped in the shower, and went for the soap. It felt so good to be comforted by the hot running water, and the steam seemed to melt his cares. The soap at this point melted similarly around his hard stomach, and he coaxed it with a nice rubbing hand. The water rushed down his spine and he smile somewhat. Allowing it to drift down his neck to his thick backside. Touching his hard aching butt with even more vigor. His hard on increased and stood out in front of him long and firm. He wanted to be Clark Kent in the shower and not Superman. Not a superhero, but a common man for all seasons. In spite of his unusual muscularity, he wanted to be normal. With his right muscled hand he grabbed his joint, and then lightly stroked the top, gliding his hand just barely back and forth. He was aching to show his Clark a relatively good time. He got the soap and made a soft lather letting it drip onto his cock. He put the soap in the soap tray, and massaged his dick somemore, this time grabbing a hold of it more fluently. His muscled legs began to ache like he was suddenly bow legged and his feet spread apart somewhat. Latching onto his hardening left nipple he raised his head and began jerking off. At this point he thought he should have turned on the radio, but then he wasnt sure he wanted to be interrupted by a bad news bulliten. He continued his soft strokes with his right hand embracing his aching and ever waiting dick. His muscled legs kept wanting to bow leg some more as his strokes became more deliberate. His muscled arm that was jammering began pounding his right muscled chest. He kept at it, until he felt that oozing moment that his dick was getting its due. He looked down and saw his hand going to town, jerking off incessantly creating a new mountain of foam with every mounting stroke. His legs were twitching with excitement and he didnt want this to end anytime soon. He was standing there in the middle of the shower pounding on his hungry meat that wanted to enjoy every second of every stroke he was giiving himself. Wanking it and making all of his inches relish every corner his hand was covering in back and forth masturbating strokes. He could hear himself moaning and grumbling at the exaustion he was giving himself continuing to wank his aching needy dick. Covering it with sheer LOVE. Wanking it still further and making his knees grow weak to bend in a little. Finally he backed into the shower wall and relaxed to rest on it. This is what he was waiting for, a little total freedom. His left hand explored his upper torso, his lips anguished as his right hand refused to let up on a ramrodding lovefest of dick loving pleasure. Oh he felt he was in heaven now. Just thinking of how it usually feels so good up a tight butthole in top dominance. He forgot how well his hand could suffice. Break open in case of emergency he thought. He was doing it and the water just kept running over him reminding him of his heated tranquility. He turned around and rested his muscled arm on the shower wall and began using his left hand. Thats the one side that had not been taken care of yet. He could feel the newness on that one side respond to the different angle. He kept looking down not believing his muscled legs enjoying every curveous moment of stockpiling his hand around the longing dickmeat. If his cock could talk Im sure it would be saying, "Yea pal, give it to me bigtime. Im taking all of this in and there's not a darn thing you're going to do about it by walking away. I need this moment real bad and its got to come to some conclusion. Give it to me real good and we're going to have a great time of it. YEE-HAW!!! KEEP JAMMIN IT BIG GUY. . .KEEP JAMMIN IT. . .like, l-l-like t-th-this this is is is is. . ." WANK, WANK, WANK, WANK!! OHHH, MANNNNN. . . .I cant seem to get enough. I dont want to cum just yet. . . not yet. OH!! OH. . . .oh. . . .Im sooooo. . . . .horny. . . .Im cumming. . . .OH. . . (WANK, WANK). . .keep wanking. . .keep wanking it. . . .OH OH OH. . .feels soooo g-g-ood. . ..oh it feels sooooo goooooo . . . . . .WANK DOUBLE WANK. . . TRIPLE WANK. . . .Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . . . .OHHHHHHHHHHHH. . ..!!!!! A jet stream of white jism let loose all over the shower wet wall. . . .and Superman was done. Breathing contentedly, he laughed to himself as a quick thought went thru his head that he needed a shower.WHEW, he exclaimed. Cant wait for my boyfriend to get back. I think I just went thru training. He winked.
THE END.
BY ROBERT/DANCER56
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