Dumbass Superman

Superman’s Husband

-Now we’re gonna have dinner, Walter.

And as I saw him putting his briefs back on, I added.

-Dumbass Superman prefers to have naked dinners, especially with such sexy partenaire.

-But I’d rather eat with Jeffrey Vanderville than with Superman now.

-Perfect, Walter, so let’s dine.

We sat to dinner and as I saw him rock hard, I grasped his cock and started to masturbate him. Instantly he was doing the same to me.

-I see you like it, Superman, but I think sooner or later you’ll repent of all this. Did Superman not marry Lois Lane?

-Don’t know, really, but remember I’m not Superman himself. I’m dumbass Superman and I come from dumbass Krypton, a totally different place. Walter, a superhero becomes a real superhero if he likes both girls and boys or else he lacks half of him. A superhero helps people in need, whatever gender. And if real Superman ever fell in love with one male workmate in Daily Planet, of course writers would not tell since it is not politically correct. But fuck political correction. Dumbass Superman has learnt today that it’s not cunts that he needs; I can also choose dicks. And Jeffrey Vanderville is an expert in quantum mechanics and in particles and the dick of my father on Earth is my favourite particle and now Jeffrey Vanderville has learnt as dumbass Superman that I prefer a boy. I had to play this dumbass game with you to be certain. I need you, Walter.

-So would Jeffrey not mind having a husband?

-Not if you were my husband, Walter.

All that time of conversation, we had been jerking each other off but neither had come, and being rock hard, I was surprised when I saw Walter standing up and coming to my hard cock and asking me to fuck him.

-Do it, Jeffrey, if I could aspire to being your husband, of course a husband must have all his needs fulfilled. And I so desire it that it’s not even hurting me.

-In dumbass Krypton we have been trained to please and not hurt, especially if we find somebody so special that he must be treated with real lust, of course for that’s what he desires, but also with special sweetness and affection.

-Future writers of the story of Superman or of dumbass Superman should write that he preferred having a husband, mainly when… -but he stopped short.

-Mainly when the human is in love, is that not what you were gonna say, Walter?

-Oh, I should not be in love. Ok, you’re a superhero and as such, you help both boys and girls, but you’re also my son. A father shouldn’t be in love with his own son, Jeffrey.

-Why on Earth not? Can’t you see yet there can be nobody in the world that dumbass Superman loves most and prefers for everything, even for sex? And a human is in love with me, yes, but a human who has also got superpowers today: you achieved the power of dumbass Superman’s dick a while ago and are proving it, giving your ass to a superhero who cannot love you more. My dick, my ass, my whole body… they’re only telling me I’m becoming your husband.

All that time my loving dick was gently massaging Walter’s ass. I knew he was enjoying so much that he didn’t feel any pain and all I wanted was my father’s pleasure. Fortunately he allowed me to continue in the fantasy of dumbass Superman and I guessed this way it would be easier for him to do the transition to become engaged to his own son. And I also knew I should soon talk as Jeffrey Vanderville, a specialist in quantum mechanics, his son. But I had more to say as my cock was telling me there was nothing as special as being used for my father.

-The moment I cum in your ass, Walter, I will be married to you and my sincere desire is after now sharing my life with you as my only desired partner. So that’s why we’re gonna sleep together after now, every day, naked body and naked spirit, and using our dicks would only be enlarging our souls. Now, here you have my seed, Walter, ahhhggg! –and that was the first moment my dick exploded in the most perfect black hole of the universe. Now we only had to widen our galaxy.

-And bedtime together at last. We should always sleep naked together, my husband.

I went straight to his balls and moved slowly up his cock to suck that sexy rod again and I wanted him to have no doubts that now all I needed was a male body to please.

-Superman was many times just Clark Kent. Now dumbass Superman is only Jeffrey Vanderville, for you must be sure first that this specialist in quantum mechanichs only needs a man now, whose name is Walter. And love has also reached me. Oh, for God’s sake, tell me now I’m your husband, Walter.

-You’re my husband, Jeffrey, and after now we are a couple, solid as a rock. So see how Walter will spill again his love for Jeffrey, here you are, ahhhggg!

And after this new load he didn’t let me go on. He was sure now that I loved him and first came to my lips and kissed me for long with real love. And as he was kissing me, I noticed he was again fucking himself on my dick, rock hard with the love kiss.

-Yeah, more than once every day, my love. I need your dick many times a day and I have two greedy holes for your lust.

We were sweetly fucking for the first time in bed for a long quarter of an hour and my love had told me he wanted me to fuck him more than once a day. With the deep love we were feeling for each other, I knew we could cum and cum many times, but maybe as time passed, we shouldn’t be so lustful and get a quieter rhythm.

After I came in his ass, I surprised him wanting to recognize my entire father’s tastes one by one. I was longer than twenty minutes licking his clean armpits, his hard nipples and my tongue moving swiftly down his entire sculpted chest. But then I tried pushing my tongue in his crack, was there for ten minutes hearing the most pleasant sound: his excited moans and then ran my tongue to his sexy feet and also knew that wonderful manly clean taste. And after this long journey, I turned so he would fuck me again.

The night stripped of all its veils, no more darkness than the darkness of my hole, with the only bright light of his shaft inside me. Sooner or later, his semen would be the new luminosity that would shine for the happiness of our never ending couple, after now always together, always deep in love. We were now dumbass Superman and his husband hereinafter. I cried like Jeffrey and like a superhero must cry:

-Superman to the rescue.

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