A Secret Island
“I could have flown here, Clark complained, as Bruce Wayne’s private jet landed on the secluded island.
“Then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, would it?” Bruce pointed out, as he came back from the flight desk, having switched on the automatic pilot.
“It still would have taken me seconds to find it,” Superman grumbled, slumping back into his seat. He’d had to be convinced that he needed a break from Metropolis, and despite Bruce telling his own story, Clark seemed fundamentally embarrassed that he had been found trussed up, then anything else.
“Boy, he’s a bit of a buzz kill, isn’t he?” Hercules mumbled to Thor.
“Give him time,” Thor replied, though he too had expected a little more thanks from someone you’d rescued. Still, perhaps this Superman was juggling with a lot. Not only was he of this strange version of earth, where there were no Avengers and the cities had strange names, even though it was clearly New York, but he seemed to have adopted the strangest of human habits. Every superhero Thor knew was greatly unfussy about sexuality. But then, he supposed, this Superdude was very young. He and Herc had lived for thousands of years, so one sort of adopted a live and let live… villains notwithstanding… attitude.
The plane landed at the runway at the Wayne family private island with barely a bump. Bruce exited the cockpit and opened the staircase, showing his guests out, into the bright tropical sunshine.
“Welcome Master Wayne,” a human voice called out, “And guests.”
“Alfred, my butler and great friend,” Bruce announced him before running down the stairs and giving him a big hug. “Thank you so much for coming to help.”
“Happier than I’ve ever been, Master Wayne,” the older man’s face crinkled with pleasure.
“I’m sorry to take you away from Dick,” Wayne apologised, causing Thor and Hercules to giggle inappropriately.
“Think nothing of it,” Alfred shook his head. “Someone needed to stay in Gotham to keep an eye on things. And you two!” He looked sternly at the two gods. “That sort of pun is unworthy of you both.”
“Sorry Sir,” Hercules and Thor both quickly apologised. They had come to know Alfred very well during their week in Wayne Manor and they knew to pay him respect. For a human man of his advanced years, he could still put it away in your pussy very well.
“We’re hundreds of years old,” Herc had protested. “Why does he still feel like a dad?”
Thor had shrugged. Hercules might still have a father, though he was a pain in the arse who had put a price on his head, ‘Which is going to make family dinners difficult,’ he mused to himself. Thor’s father was of course long gone, but at least for all his faults, had been a good father. Still, Oden had dominated much of his life, so that might have something to do with it.
“And you must be Mr Kent,” Alfred put out his hand to shake it formerly.
Clark looked downcast, and grumbled his thanks, sounding very different from his usual well-behaved young man persona that he carried. Alfred didn’t seem to take it personally. “Let me show you your room,” he said and escorted Superman away.
“So, what’s the plan?” Thor asked Bruce Wayne, as the three of them found themselves standing by the foot of the plane.
“I don’t know about you two,” Bruce gave a big grin, “But I could do with some time by the pool.”
“Sounds good to me,” Hercules, a regular beach bro since ancient Greek times, agreed without question.
Being blonde and blue eyed, Thor’s skin turned a perfect golden tan if he spent any time out in the sun, and here he was, lying on his stomach wearing a tiny gold thong which split his ginormous arse in two. All to give himself the sexiest tan line known to man. Hercules meanwhile, was in an asymmetrical speedo that encased his huge cock and yet was worn on only one leg. He was lying on his back next to the Asgardian, trying to peak over the top of his sunglasses at the aforementioned cake. Bruce Wayne on the other hand, was seated on a sun lounger wearing a black jock strap, appropriate for someone who called himself the Dark Knight.
“Well, well,” Bruce said under his breath. Thor and Hercules both turned their head to see a sheepish Clark Kent walk from the mansion across to the pool. He was wearing a tiny white speedo that did nothing to disguise his engorged cock, and his equally impressive rump. But he was carrying a towel in front of him to cover his semi, looking around as if he was embarrassed to be seen in such a tiny piece of swimwear, and sloping his shoulders forward as if to try and hide his huge pecs.
“Bro, for Zeus’s sake,” Hercules called out, never the subtlest of demi-gods, “We’ve all seen you naked. Show us that hot Kryptonian flesh already.”
Clark blushed violently, turned on his heels and scurried back inside, his big arse bouncing uncontrollably and threatening to spill out of the tiny speedos.
“And he’s never coming back,” Thor mumbled, turning his head the other way and trying to nap.
“I think we might have to take a more chilled approach with him,” Bruce sighed.
“I’m chilled!” Herc protested. “I’m a Greek God. I’m the epitome of chilled.”
“There speaks a demi-god who’s never read his own legends,” Thor mumbled.
“What do you mean?” Hercules protested, but already his voice was wobbling.
“Do we need to retell all your past? And that of your – apologies Bruce – batshit crazy Daddy?” Thor asked.
“Those were all just stories for the humans,” Hercules protested. “I mean, not all of them were real.”
“And anyway,” Bruce jumped in. “It’s not like you’ve not done crazy things.”
“He did?” Hercules twisted around in excitement. “Like what? How many aliens have you killed? Have you wrestled with a giant snake? Fucked the queen of the Amazon’s? What? What? What?”
“Let’s just say my quests were all quite sensible. Nothing like you’ve done,” Thor sniffed. “And I did them all for the greater good of Asgard.”
“Didn’t you once get your brother Loki to disguise you as a bride so you could retrieve your hammer from a giant?” Bruce innocently remembered.
“Whatttt?” Hercules’s cock was suddenly so aroused it slid out of the top of his asymmetrical thong. “Fuck no, bro. That is so hot. Did you have to bed the giant? Did they fuck you?”
“Of all the stories that made it to your realm,” Thor sighed. “Bruce Wayne your pussy is gunna be so sore when I get you.”
But before the Norse God could get up, Hercules had straddled him, and his fingers had clawed Thor’s golden thong to one side. “Oh yeah baby,” Hercules declared. “I’m going deep.”
And Thor could do nothing more than moan long and hard as his buddies cock slid all the way in.
“What do you feel is the problem?” Alfred asked, as he sat with a pen and pad, and Clark lay on the sofa. This wasn’t a planned therapy session, but Alfred had just been preparing lunch when he walked past the Man of Steel lying face down in the couch. One thing had led to another, and now here he was, ready to help a superhero come out.
“Sometimes I feel like coming to Metropolis was a huge mistake,” Clark frowned, a sofa cushion over his groin, as all these super cool superheroes seeing him in this tiny white speedo made him very embarrassed. Since Alfred had made him sit up properly, he now had a view of the pool. First Hercules had fucked Thor, holding into those golden locks with both hands and riding the Norse God like he was some porn star. Then Thor had fucked Bruce, actually standing up and holding him in place. The Batman was wearing a black jockstrap and moaning with delight as he got railed. The Greek God seemed to have got his strength back, and now these two gods were spit roasting Bruce. Hercules could be heard calling out, “It’s my turn to be fucked next? OK? Everyone heard me call dibs. My turn.”
“How so?”
“Everything was so simple back in Smallville,” Clark moaned. “I knew who I was. I knew what I wanted.”
“But when you got to Metropolis, I imagine everything changed,” Alfred – who knew the details – asked a leading question. Bad thing to do if he was a therapist but… since he wasn’t, it didn’t matter.
Yeah,” Clark nodded enthusiastically.
“You don’t like the things that Metropolis has taught you?” Alfred asked.
Clark stopped short. “No…” he said cautiously. “No. I didn’t say that. I’ve learnt so many things about mankind. About myself. But it’s complicated. I wish it was simple again.”
“You would rather it be simple and not what you want, than being complicated, but truly what you desire,” Alfred queried.
Again, Clark frowned and fell silent.
“Oh yeah, by all the gods, that’s really hot!” Hercules’s voice carried across the pool and into the mansion.
Superman didn’t need his super-sight to see what was happening. Bruce Wayne was fisting the Greek God, who was gasping out in between licking Thor’s balls and cock. All three of them were having the time of their lives out there, and Clark couldn’t help but feel jealous. Even Bruce, someone who Clark knew well, and whom he’d never seen smile, looked happier than ever. What was different, Superman wondered, between this world, and that of these God’s? Why were they so relaxed when it came to sex? How could they do it out in the open? How were they not embarrassed and shammed by their base desires, and only able to do it with complete strangers?
“No…” Clark finally replied. “I guess not. But I feel like the world is telling me I can’t be me.”
“That isn’t uncommon, given your background,” Alfred pointed out. “But would you not say that you feel it’s your obligation to protect mankind and their freedom?”
“Of course!” Superman declared.
“What about your freedom? Your choice? Why must you carry the burden?”
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Thor roared, as he was now getting double penetrated. “This is Valhalla baby. Woo hoo!”
“Clark?” Alfred asked.
“They look so happy,” Superman said suddenly, pointing out the window.
“Should they not be?” Alfred replied.
Clark thought about it. He remembered the nice gay men that he encountered when he’d started this journey. They had seemed happy, ecstatic even with sex. And unafraid. But this was just sex, he rationalised. This was not something long term.
Suddenly the Norse God was orgasming. And then the Greek God, and then Bruce. And then they were diving into the pool, horsing around… Thor lifting Batman out of the water with one hand, Hercules doing a handstand dive that produced a huge splat, which made the other two laugh.
Hercules launched himself out of the pool in a single leap which had the other two cheering. They still did not appear ashamed of what they had just done. They looked like they were having fun. “Should we go and find Clark then?” Thor declared. “We can’t have him missing out on this fun.”
“Hell yeah,” Bruce declared. “He’s my best bro.”
“Do you think we scared him? You said he has a lady friend, right?” Hercules asked. “I know he was doing lots of fun, kinky stuff, but was that just letting off steam? Are we too open for him? Me and Thor here, we’ve been fucking for like hundreds of years. We don’t care what anyone thinks.”
Bruce looked over to Thor, who lifted his eyebrow in shock too. It surprised him that the Greek demi-god was able to offer such a sensible comment.
“That’s true,” Bruce Wayne agreed. “I know my journey might have been similar, but I’ve come from a different life as well. If I want to be open about my sexuality, then no one is going to say anything either. I guess we didn’t think it through.”
Superman heard it all with his super-hearing, and he felt a bubble grow in his chest. These boys were real friends of his, even if two had only just met him. They only wanted what was best for him, they had no ulterior motives. “I want what they have,” Clark burst out. “I want to be happy. But I don’t think I want to just hook up with anyone. I think I’d like to have a special someone in my life. Do you think that’s possible?”
“Of course,” Alfred nodded. “You are not like those God’s out there with their immortality. You are not Master Wayne, with his dark issues. You are a genuine, loving person. And you deserve the same thing in return.”
“You think so?” Clark beamed. He self-consciously took the cushion that he’d been holding in front of his groin and placed it to one side. Unsure of what to do with his hands now, he tried out a number of combinations before placing his left arm along the top of the sofa, and his right hand behind his head.
“Of course, “ Alfred confirmed.
“Bruce is very handsome,” Clark said.
“He is,” Alfred agreed. “But do you want someone who lives in another city? Who is involved in the same occupation you are? Is that someone you want to come home to?”
“Oh…” Superman frowned. He thought he knew what Alfred might be getting at, but it was a different thought to what he’d long presumed. “But I should look for another superhero, don’t you think? Someone who I can share my secret identity with. Someone who faces similar challenges as I do?”
“Finding someone to have a relationship means finding someone who can meet many of your needs,” Alfred patiently explained. “Yes, they need to understand your work, but you need to find them attractive too.”
“Oh…” Superman pondered the thought. “But not Bruce?” He asked, seeking clarification.
“Not Bruce,” Alfred shook his head.
“Thor and Hercules are very hot,” Clark mentioned.
“They are,” Alfred sighed. “But they come from another dimension and don’t seem likely to stick around, do they?”
Superman frowned. “Well, I’m not dating Hal Jordan,” he made it abundantly clear.
“Do you even find the Green Lantern attractive?” Alfred asked. As a matter of fact, Alfred did. He found Hal’s arrogance and cheekiness a delight. The fact that he annoyed Bruce and Clark seemed half the fun, in his opinion. And Hal’s tight suit left nothing to the imagination. Alfred loved how Hal loved to show off, and he remembered the time he’d found Hal disrobing the tight outfit. The Green Lantern hadn’t blinked, just continued to peel it down, while explaining to Alfred how he’d single-handedly won the battle.
“I mean, he’s hot in that suit of his,” Clark had agreed with resignation. “But he’s such a pain. I honestly don’t think I could bare to be around him. I’m much more an Aquaman sort of guy,” he declared.
“Everyone’s an Aquaman sort of guy,” Alfred laughed. “But I don’t think he’s interested in guys, at least not for a relationship. Plus, he’s under water half the time.”
“I could be too,” Clark sulked for a second.
“True,” Alfred was forced to agree. “But have you considered someone who isn’t a Superhero?”
Clark looked at him suspiciously. “Why would I want that?”
“Because you’re not a superhero all the time. More than half your life you live as Clark Kent. Don’t you want someone who knows you for all of who you really are?”
Clark looked at him as if the idea was too confusing for words.
“Look at myself and young master Grayson, He and I, were so different and yet I cannot be happier with him.”
“Oh!” Clark gasped. “I didn’t know.” He blushed a little. “How long?”
“How long were we an item, or how long before Master Wayne knew?” Alfred let the slither of a smile cross his face.
Clark couldn’t stop himself from grinning back. “The first one,” he decided. “I think the very first night young Dick came to stay with us, we sensed the chemistry between ourselves. Perhaps it did have something to do with our love for Master Wayne, we both cared so much for him. But the more time we spent together, the more we felt for each other. And when we finally started making love, it was everything we’d always wanted. And honestly,” Alfred grinned. “We can’t keep our hands off one another.”
“Who is the dom?” Clark asked.
Alfred lifted his eyebrows in shock. He wanted to tell this young Kryptonian that these sorts of questions were inappropriate, but he realised that his education was more important. “Neither of us is dominant, nor passive. We take it in turns to top, if that’s what you want to know, but to us, all of it is needed. It’s love making, and if we can’t enjoy all of it, what’s the point?”
“Oh…” Clark had never thought of it like that. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” Alfred nodded seriously. “Sometimes I think I must be the top, but it takes a little kiss on my neck and young Master Grayson has me bent over,” he explained with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
“Jeepers!” Superman exclaimed. “Do you think,” he asked cautiously, “I could ask the big blonde fella out there if he was down to fuck? Not for a relationship, I agree with you. But it would be nice just to have some fun.”
“I think you might be up for a winner there,” Alfred smiled, glad that the therapy session was over and he’d be able to get back to cooking lunch.
Thor had been wandering the mansion, looking in the bedrooms, and generally having a nose around, with the excuse that he was still trying to work out which room was his. He suspected that he and Hercules weren’t the first ‘friends’ to be brought to this secret island, given the clothes and uniforms he found in some of the bedrooms. Whoever this ‘Diana Prince’ was, she was either serious royalty or a drag queen, because no one else had clothes like that. He finally found a room where he spied the backpack he’d brought with him. Gods didn’t usually need clothes. They didn’t sweat after all, so any spare clothes they had was purely for decoration, but even a Norse God couldn’t pretend that the furs of Asgard were appropriate for the tropics.
Still, Thor took a peek inside the wardrobe. Whoever usually stayed here was of a similar build to himself, hence why Alfred had given him the room. One look at the enormous bed seemed to confirm that theory. As much as Thor loved being nude, he didn’t care to be nude all the time. Mostly because if you dressed, you got to undress… and that was hot. This was clearly a bro’s room, and a big bro at that, with lots of jeans and leather, and hoodies. “Just like me,” he murmured.
Thor had lost his thong somewhere in the poolside orgy, and crawling around on his hands and knees was beneath him. There was swimwear, but it was either lycra shorts, as if he was going to swim the oceans, or baggy, long boardshorts. Thor sighed. Neither were his taste. Next to it though were what he first thought were scarves, the sort of thing Dr Strange would rock. But not him. Still, he found his hand being drawn to them. The patterns were colourful, and fun, and the fabric was light. As it opened in front of him, Thor suddenly realised. It was a sarong. Tony Stark had taken the Avengers on a Hawaiian holiday once – it had only lasted a few days – but Thor remembered the big Hawaiian bros in these skirts. They’d looked damn hot. He liked a bro who could rock a skirt… hell, he liked wearing a skirt himself. He was getting hard at the thought of the days when he used to wear a skirt for Heimdall. Having his husband lift it up and fuck him… oh yeah… Thor didn’t waste any time. He wrapped it around his waist, tying it off on the side. He pulled his hair back into a manbun and flexed in the mirror. “Mother of all God’s,” he whispered to himself. “I am so fucking hot.”
He was walking back towards the pool, whistling as he went, seeking every mirror he could find to check himself out in when he saw Clark Kent bounding towards him. The superhero was appearing to be more relaxed than before, no anxiety, no awkwardness. And wow, had that dick got even bigger since he’d last seen it? “Norseman!” He declared in a loud voice. “I want to fuck you!”
“All right then!” Thor couldn’t help but be impressed. “Where did that come from? You know what, I don’t care. Let’s do it. Out by the pool?”
“I think we can do a little better than that,” Clark declared, wondering where all this self-confidence was coming from, but being too scared to ask. And he swept the Nordic God into his arms and flew through the house, before going out the open doors and into the sky.
“This is new,” Thor remarked, having only flown with Mjolnir or by the bifrost.
Superman couldn’t stop grinning. This was amazing, carrying someone he truly had the hots for. He’d done it for plenty of civilians, for Lois, for Jimmy… ‘Huh!’ He suddenly thought. Why did he feel different about Jimmy then he did about Lois? He’d have to think about that. Seconds later though, Superman had spied another deserted island and was gently floating down to touch on the sand, putting Thor down.
“Man, that was fun!” Thor laughed. “I should have got someone to pick me up and fly around before.”
Clark didn’t respond, he just grabbed Thor’s head in his hands and kissed him. The Norse God was a tiny bit surprised, but he wrapped his hands around the Kryptonian and drew him in. Hercules wasn’t the greatest kisser, and while Heimdall had liked to kiss, he wasn’t the softest. You always knew that kissing for Heimdall was just the prelude to fucking. Nothing wrong with that, of course… Clark on the other hand, seemed genuinely entranced. Thor was beginning to wonder how long this kissing would last for, when he felt his cock press against Superman’s own.
“I really wanna fuck you,” Clark whispered hoarsely.
“And I…” Thor began. “Great Lady Sif!” The Norse God exclaimed. “Would you look at that beast. Man, where have you been hiding that thing?”
“They don’t call me Superman for nothing,” Clark grinned, as he joined Thor in looking down at his twelve inches of thick cock flesh bursting out of the Speedo.
Thor lent over and whispered in Clark’s ear, even though no one was around to hear, “I’m a god you know. I can take that beast anytime, anywhere. I don’t even need lube.”
“Really?” Clark’s voice started to tremble. That was one of his relationship issues with Lois. As much as she loved how big he was, she’d made it clear that big wasn’t always best when it came to a vagina.
“You need me to confirm?” Thor winked, and before Clark had a chance to reply, Thor had slid to his knees and taken all of Superman’s huge cock in his mouth.
“Golly!” Clark gasped, having never been truly deep throated before. Even all those fun gay guys he’d hung around with, no one had ever gone down all the way, in one go.
“My lover,” Thor grinned as he came all the way off. “He was built like you, and he taught me how to blow him. You want more?”
“Uh huh,” was all Clark could mumble, as he broke into a sweat he didn’t know he could.
Thor grinned and went back down, his mouth keeping tight suction on that huge dick, feeling every bump and vein as he did. It truly was the god of all cocks, no questions asked. He slipped a hand underneath to feel a wildly impressive set of balls. They, like the cock, seemed to have grown out of nowhere, and even if he knew it wasn’t how most races anatomy worked, it really did feel like this Kryptonian’s balls were full of cum. Having swallowed some dangerous cum loads in his time though, Thor decided it wasn’t worth the risk.
“Holy Krypton!” Superman gasped. “I’m…” But he couldn’t finish the sentence.
Luckily Thor was well aware of what was about to happen, and he slipped the cock out of his mouth and aimed it at his chest. “Yeah, cum all over my titties!” He roared, feeling the warm, thick load splattered all over him. “Oh my gosh!” Clark blushed and stammered, feeling he was a teenager right back in Smallville the very first time he and Pete Ross had played around. He’d had to wipe Pete’s memory after that incident, plus wipe cum off every surface of his bedroom. He’d been so embarrassed when Pa had come in, sniffed the air, and told them, “Dinners ready. Why don’t you both clean yourselves up.”
“That was amazing!’ Thor declared, as he got up off the sand, feeding himself some of that delicious Kryptonian cum, before segueing into another kiss. “I don’t know about you,” Thor added, undoing his sarong and jumping into Superman’s arms, “But I’m ready for the big game.”
Clark couldn’t believe how much he felt freed. He hovered a little off the ground and slid his cock all the way in Thor’s amazing, tight hole. “Holy Krypton, that’s tight!” He gasped.
“By Oden’s beard!” Thor replied, wrapping his legs around Superman, and linking his fingers together behind his new fuck buddies head. “That’s a beast. Keep fucking me, and don’t stop.”
‘It was,’ Superman would remember later, ‘Without doubt, the hottest arse he’d ever fucked.’ It was like a soft passageway, wrapped in the strongest muscle he’d ever felt. It was like every thrust Superman made; it joined him in wanting to milk it. Neither of them had any idea how long it lasted for, only that eventually they returned to the beach, Thor getting on his hands and knees and letting Clark go to town with superhuman speed. With no one to hear them, they both screamed and hollered as pleasurable flooded through them.
Eventually it was too much. Clark pulled out and covered Thor’s arse and back with another load, while the Norse God shot what felt like his own never-ending load all over the sarong. But before they could collapse, Superman picked up Thor, soared into the sky and then dove together into the ocean. When they emerged seconds later, on the beach, they were cleansed of both loads, and they fell into each other arms.
“Clark Kent!” A voice boomed. “I can smell your Kryptonian cum load in my ocean halfway across the world. And what the hell have you been doing on my sarong?”
Thor and Superman both awoke with a start. Neither of them realised they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, until the voice interrupted them. They looked towards the ocean, taking in the huge, tall, blonde, half-Atlantean emerged from the surf, his trident glistened in the sun.
“Thor, meet Arthur Curry. Or Aquaman, as he likes to be called,” Clark introduced him as they untangled themselves. Arthur slammed his trident, prongs down, into the sand, and glared at the two muscled, naked bodies, entwined in the sand, and on top of his sarong. “Arthur, this is Thor. A Norse God who comes from another dimension.”
Thor jumped up, as usual unafraid of being nude in front of another man and extend his hand. “Arthur, bro. Good to meet you. Thor, Norse God of Thunder.”
Aquaman looked him up and down, as if he was about to challenge him, so Thor grabbed his hand and shook it for him. “Sorry about the sarong. That was my bad. We’re over at Batman’s island over there, and I found it…”
Before he could finish though, Aquaman’s mouth dropped a little. “Bro!” He exclaimed. “You look rocking hot. I mean, you look just like me. It’s like looking in a friggin’ mirror.” And without waiting, Aquaman pulled his costume down over his shoulders and chest, exposing his big pecs. He flexed as he did, and Thor walked over, playfully punching him.
“Yeah man!” Thor exclaimed. “You’re built.” And then his eyes jumped, and he too flexed, and stood beside Aquaman. “Clark,” he said, including Superman in the conversation for the first time. “Look at us. Do we look like twins, or what?”
Clark’s huge cock had shrivelled back to his usual couple of inches, as Kryptonian cocks were anything but impolite. When not in use they remained small and discrete.
“Damn straight, man,” Aquaman replied. “Right back at ya. Look at those biceps,” and he reached over to feel his new bro up. “It’s like looking in a mirror,” as his hands felt Thor up and down. “God of Thunder, right? I’m a Prince of Atlantis. I control and patrol the ocean.”
“Oh wow,” Thor nodded. “That’s amazing. So,” he grinned. “What does your cock look like?”
Superman looked stunned that Thor would ask these sorts of questions, but Arthur was as unfazed to be asked the question, as Thor was to ask it. Aquaman stripped the rest of his skin-tight costume off, somehow it was removed with the least bit of effort, something that happened a lot in this world. “See!” Arthur declared. “We are brothers. Our cocks are almost identical.”
“Totally bro!” Thor declared, reaching down to fondle it until it, like his own, were standing erect to attention. “Look at it Clark!” Arthur remarked again. “Don’t they look alike? We could be cock brothers.”
Clark didn’t really know what to say. They didn’t really look alike, but at the same time, he guessed they sort of did. Just like Thor and Aquaman didn’t look alike, but boy, those two muscled, blonde, princelings, fuck…
“I dunno,” he mumbled. “Maybe I should come over and taste them both.” And before either of them had a chance to say anything, a burst of super-speed and Clark was on his knees in front of them both, alternating between them.
“My man!” Arthur exclaimed. “I didn’t know Superman was into this.”
“It’s new… he’s new to it…” Thor tried to explain, but being blown by this Kryptonian gave you the equivalent of brain freeze.
“I dig it!” Aquaman moaned, as Clark swung back to sucking him. He had been quite surprised when he smelt Superman’s scent in the water, even more surprised when he realised it was sperm. He absolutely had never imagined that it would be the result of Superman having sex with his ‘brother from another mother’. But here he was, and if there was anything that Aquaman cared little about, it was rules and regulations. Quite frankly the Atlanteans could do with being a bit more chilled. They were almost all rocking hot yet seemed less interested in sex than humans did.
“Sorry about doing it on your sarong, mate!” Thor apologised, as he reached to put his arm over his shoulder.
“Don’t fret, bro,” Aquaman replied. “You can make it up to me if you can help spit-roast this hot piece of arse over it.”
“Now that’s a deal!” Thor declared, giving Arthur a high five.
“Wha?” Clark protested, as he felt the two cocks that he was rapidly infatuated with, moving away.
“Don’t worry, you Kryptonian muscle slut,” Arthur laughed. “You’re going to get more than enough cock. Bro,” he turned to Thor, “Which end do you want?”
Thor looked lasciviously at Superman’s fine arse, but he remembered his mother’s lessons that it was good to share. “You can have first go, bro,” and without waiting for them, Superman was on his hands and knees, with Thor’s cock in his mouth. Thor and Arthur saluted each other with a firm hand clasp, and Aquaman turned his attention to the perfect arse of his fellow Justice Leaguer.
“Fuckkkk,” he hissed. “This is sweet as,” as he dove down. He loved a bit of pussy eating, and this was grade-A prime pussy.
Clark didn’t even notice. He was infatuated with Thor’s cock. He’d loved the Norse God’s arse, no mistake. But he was a cock man at heart. He just had to have it. It was only as he noticed he was involuntarily moaning; did he realise that Aquaman was fucking him.
“Oh, damn yeah,” Aquaman growled. “Bro, this is awesome,” he yelled at Thor.
“Mmm, tell me about it,” Thor agreed. “Bro’s need a chance to bond,” as he took hold of Superman’s head and kept it in place as he fucked it.
Aquaman meanwhile, grabbed hold of Superman’s tight waist and pummelled that fine arse repeatedly, as if he’d never fucked before. ‘Maybe there’s something in the name,’ Arthur thought. Though he might have gone with ‘Super Fine Arse Man,’ if he had the chance to be in charge. He found himself looking at Thor, admiring himself almost. It was too much for him. “Oh, fuck I’m cumming!” He yelled.
“I’m cumming too!” Thor declared.
“Let’s cum together!” Aquaman yelled back, and as if joined like twins they both pulled out of Superman, locked eyes with each other, and shot their loads over him.
“Oh yeah, that’s right!” Aquaman yelled.
“Fuck you look hot!” Thor yelled back. “Flex for me. Show me your huge biceps.”
Aquaman did, puffing up his chest and biceps, his cock still jerking back and forth as he came. Thor kept wanking with one hand, while his other hand went behind his head, his pecs dancing up and down as he did.
Clark risked getting splattered with cum as he glanced up. He agreed, it was truly hot seeing these two blonde behemoths wanking over him. But he didn’t need to be a genius to appreciate that they were more into each other, and probably themselves, then they were into him. Maybe Arthur had been right. Maybe he didn’t need another superhero in his life. He wasn’t just Superman after all. Whether he liked it or not, he had two lives, and he needed someone to balance these things. Maybe one day he might find another superhero who understood him, but something told him that he was more likely to find it in a human.
“Oh Clark!” Arthur roared. “That was amazing. Don’t you agree?”
Clark stood up, feeling the cum drip down his back. Actually, that was pretty hot, he didn’t deny. “Oh yes,” he smiled. “But I think we all need a dip in the ocean, don’t we?”
“That sounds like fun…” Thor said.
A rarely seen, naughty glint came across Superman’s eyes.
“Clark, don’t you dare!” Arthur protested, knowing exactly what his Justice League colleague had in mind. But before anyone had a chance, Superman picked them both up, soared into the sky before diving straight down into the sea, causing a huge explosion of water. As they all emerged back on the beach, Clark was grinning, Thor was roaring with laughter, like he’d been on the biggest roller coaster, only Arthur was unimpressed.
“So, you know how many apologies I’m going to have to make for that?” He snorted.
“Oh, lighten up, Prince of Atlantis,” Superman chuckled.
Aquaman did not seem to take it kindly, but Thor patted him on the back. “Come on Bro, maybe you can show me around a bit. I’d love to get an idea of this water kingdom you have.”
They both looked over to Superman, as if they were about to ask politely if he wanted to join them, but secretly hoping he wouldn’t. “That’s OK,” he smiled. “You too have fun. I want to go back to Wayne’s Island. I’ve got some things I need to sort out.”
He leant over and gave them both fist shakes, half hugs, and back slaps, before he took off, flying freer than he’d ever felt.
“Well, well,” Diana Prince crossed her legs and looked over as Superman returned to Bruce Wayne’s Island. She was sitting at a table outside, with a drink in one hand, under the shade of an umbrella.
“Wonder Woman!” Clark grinned, landing in front of her, still totally naked, the white Speedo long gone. “What are you doing here?”
“Bruce thought it might be a good idea for me to pop by,” the Amazonian princess said, surprised that her friend who was usually so cautious, seemed unafraid to be publicly naked. “Said you might need to talk to someone who’s been in a similar situation.”
“We have?” Clark asked. He wasn’t sure what these circumstances were, but he also realised he didn’t know why he needed to know.
“We’ve both sacrificed a lot, our love lives, our choices, for other people,” Diana replied, flicking her hair to one side. “Sometimes you just need someone to talk to about the choices that other people have made for you. So, here I am.”
Superman put on one of Aquaman’s sarongs that somehow had been left on the chair, as if Diana had known he’d return naked. He then sat down in the available chair opposite his good friend, without a word, not knowing what to say.
“So… you like boys,” Diana tried to keep a straight face.
“I do…” Clark nodded. “I like them a lot. But I think I’m a one-man sort of guy,” he frowned. “I don’t think I can be like these others. Just fucking everything that comes my way,” he blushed when he used the word in front of a woman.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Diana tried not to laugh. Clark, he was still such a country boy, it was funny if he hadn’t almost been so close to collapsing the entire house of cards because he was too scared. “But you want to be in a monogamous relationship?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Clark added. “It was fun, it is fun. But I want a man who I can come home to.”
“And…” Diana asked, having to lead him on.
“Well, I don’t know who I like,” the Kryptonian explained. “I feel like I’m a teenager all over again. Looking at everyone at school and having strange feelings. How do I sort through them?”
Diana considered telling her friend, ‘It would take time,’ and ‘You’ll know him when you see him,’ But if there was something she’d learnt over her many years, it was that superheroes didn’t think like regular humans. They expected things to happen quickly, especially when they had made up their minds.
“Can I ask a personal question?” The Amazonian princess chose to open with.
“Of course,” Clark replied, but blushed anyway.
“Are you a top or a bottom?”
“I don’t see…” Superman look flustered and tried to bat it away. But a hint of an eyebrow from his friend stopped him. “Is it important?”
“Clark!” Diana rolled her eyes. “Of course it is. When it’s a man and a woman, it’s pretty self-explanatory. But when it’s two men or two women, you really have to discuss these things in advance.”
“I’m versatile,” Clark protested.
“You’re a bottom then,” the Amazonian declared, having had more than enough gay friends over the millennium that she had been around, to know the reality.
“Well hang on, you can’t say that. I just fucked a huge, muscled Norse God.” Superman puffed out his chest.
“Ah yes,” Diana nodded. “I heard about him. I met the Greek one too. Apparently, Hercules is off with Bruce exploring some of the toys from his ‘playroom’. The one with all of Bruce’s Batman-branded toys that no one was supposed to know about.” She rolled her eyes. Boys. “So, where is this Norse God you supposedly fucked?”
“He’s on another island,” Clark sniffed. “I left him there after we fucked.”
“And why did you leave him there?”
Clark blushed again. “Aquaman came and he and Thor fucked me from both ends until I came,” he mumbled.
“Come again?” Diana asked, before she started to chuckle.
“Alright. You made your point,” the Kryptonian agreed. “I like dick.”
“Good,” Diana smiled. “It’s good because I can help you with your question.” “You can?”
“Of course,” Diana smiled. “Why don’t you follow me to my bedroom.”
Diana got up, and as usual, Superman followed her without question. Once they got to the room that was designated as Diana’s, she gestured for him to enter first. “Go over there, open the bedside table, and tell me what you find.”
Clark - having never looked in Lois’s bedside cabinet – blushed bright red all over. “Gosh… I mean gee, I mean…”
“Clark, don’t be a baby,” Diana teased. “These dildos and vibrators are going to help you.”
“How do you mean?”
“You’re going to try them all, and at the same time we’re going to strap my lasso of truth around your wrist,” she explained.
“What will that do?” Clark asked.
“It’ll tell us what you really think when it’s inside you. These are not normal dildos, after all. They were crafted on Themyscira to help the Amazons reach better understanding of themselves.”
“I’m not sure…” Superman seemed cautious, but he still took hold of the first dildo, a long, thin white one. The moment he touched it; his head became fuzzy. “Oh god,” he moaned. He yanked off the sarong, threw himself on the bed, opened his legs and was sliding the dildo in him, in seconds. Diana had to rush to capture his right hand with her lasso.
Superman immediately started to moan. “What is it? Who is it?” Diana demanded.
“Oh yes, fuck me, Hal. Make me your bitch, this is your pussy to do with as you please.”
“Hal? Hal Jordan?” Diana inquired. “You feel the Green Lantern’s cock with this dildo?”
Superman’s bottom lip wobbled, his moaning increased, his hand rushed to play with his nipples. “Yes, oh yes Hal. I’m your slut. You’re much stronger than me, cleverer than me. I’ll say anything you want, just keep fucking me. Fuck yeah, fuck me in front of all the Justice League.”
Diana frowned. She knew much of the rivalry between Hal and Clark, and while sometimes rivalry led to good things, she wasn’t sure this was one of those situations.
Clark seemed to notice her frown, and he suddenly pulled the dildo out. “What?” He asked.
“Could you hear yourself?” She asked. She was never sure if people could, while attached to the lasso.
“No,” he shook his head. “What did I say?”
“You wanted to be Hal Jordan’s bitch,” Diana explained succinctly.
“Oh dear,” Clark shook his head. “Sounds like I haven’t left the self-loathing issues behind.”
“Don’t fear. Try another one,” Diana encouraged.
Clark picked up one that vibrated, slipped it in, amazed that he felt unafraid to be naked and wanking in front of his friend now. As soon as he switched on the vibrator though, his mind threw him back. “You bastard, Toymaker. You’ll never get away with this.
“You can’t strip me of my uniform. I’ll have my revenge,” he moaned. Without even touching it, his cock was rock hard. “Good luck!” He suddenly snarled. “Nothing you have will get inside me. What is that? Pink kryptonite? No, you can’t… ohhh take that out of me… ohhh I feel so good.”
“Is that true about pink kryptonite?” Wonder Woman couldn’t help herself from blurting out.
“What?” Clark pulled the vibrator out of himself and sat up. “What happened this time?”
“You were getting excited when the Toymaker stripped you naked and pushed a vibrator costed in pink kryptonite up your arse,” Diana explained.
“Oh jeepers,” Clark sighed. “This is getting worse. Do you think I need a therapist or something? Maybe there’s one in the bottled city of Kandar?”
“Have you ever been captured by the Toymaker?” Wonder Woman asked.
Superman scratched his head. “I can’t remember. Maybe I’ve lost my memories from that time?”
“Perhaps we just move on,” Diana said swiftly, hoping that she hadn’t discovered Clark’s repressed memories. “Try the next one.”
The ‘next one’ in question was a bigger, thicker, black one. “Will I need lube for this monster, you think?”
“Oh please,” Diana smirked. “The dildo of truth always comes without lube.” Clark seemed to take her comment literally, and started to force it in. Once again, his eyes closed and his head fell back, as the dildo slid deep within in. This time however, there were no crazy utterances, no moaning. Instead, his lips slowly came apart, his chest lifted slowly up and down, and he looked as if he’d fallen into a meditative trance.
“What is it? Who is it?” Diana asked.
“He’s so sweet, so lovely,” Clark murmured. “And it’s so thick, and beautiful. Each push I feel him filling me out more. Oh, I could stay like this forever.” And Superman started to rock himself back and forth on the dildo, bringing his legs higher in the air until he could reach up and grab his feet. “It’s so huge,” he gasped, somehow finding a way to get even more of the dildo in him.
“Who is it?” Diana asked again.
“It’s him I’ve wanted to be with, ever since I met him,” Clark moaned. “I can’t believe I didn’t realise it. I fought against it so much, I denied it. I’d even look away when he was in same the room, just so I didn’t have to face it.” “Who?” Diana asked again. “Jimmy, Jimmy Olsen.”
“Clark!” Bruce Wayne exclaimed, from his position, tethered to the St Andrews Cross that Alfred had brought over with him, and set up in one of the many playrooms. “Bruce. Hercules,” Clark – dressed in his Superman costume – nodded to the Greek demi-god who was licking his friend’s nipples. “Thank you for everything, but I need to be going. I’ve got some serious conversations to have with friends.” “Already?” Hercules frowned. “We’ve not had the chance to have any fun yet.” The thought of missing out on anything annoyed him greatly. “I’m sorry Hercules,” Clark walked straight up to him, embracing him fiercely, locking lips and French-kissing him for a good length of time, until Hercules started to lose conscious. If there was anything this Kryptonian could do better than almost anyone, it was kiss. When Clark finally broke away, Herc found himself stumbling back, his mind awash with pheromones. “Next time you’re in town, right?” And he gave him a bicep handshake, allowing them both to flex. He then walked over to Bruce, stroking the side of his face before delicately kissing him. “I can’t thank you enough Bruce,” he said, not realising it wasn’t actually Bruce who’d sent in the big guns to help him.
“I did nothing…” Batman tried to explain.
“You are my friend, and maybe I didn’t always appreciate it,” he explained. “Maybe we were going through the same journey, and I’m here for you too. We’ll always be brothers,” and he playfully messed with Bruce’s hair. “Promise me you’ll tell me about all the dick you get?”
“I promise.”
“Mr Kent,” a voice interrupted them. Alfred had arrived. “I believe you are leaving us?”
“Yes, Alfred,” Clark turned around with a huge smile. “I would hug you if you weren’t English and didn’t find it intolerable.”
“Indeed!” Alfred sniffed. “I presume you do not need the plane, and you’ll be returning to Metropolis under your own steam?”
“That I will be. I’ve wasted too much of my life already,” Clark declared. “I need to apologise to some people, and hope that the love of my life is into me.” And with that, and a burst of super-speed, Clark Kent… Superman… the Man of Steel… was gone.
“Has Clark left?” Diana Prince asked, as she walked down into the playroom… formerly known as the living room.
“Apparently so,” Bruce nodded. Hercules, now on his knees vigorously sucking the bat-cock, sighed at another interruption. “He said he had something important to say to people back home but wouldn’t elaborate. Why?” He didn’t need no lasso to find out the truth. “What did you do to him?”
“I just gave him a session on the Themyscirian dildos,” Diana shrugged. “Seems like he’s got the hots for his buddy Jimmy Olsen.”
“Oh well that’s good,” Hercules nodded. “Because Jimmy’s definitely got the hots for him. And a good ten inches or so.”
“Well, we might have done some good work there,” Diana laughed. “Sounds like a match made in heaven. What about you, Bruce?” She asked, as she came up to the Saint Andrew’s cross, and leant against it.
Bruce laughed. “You know, I have considered it, and I realise that I probably don’t want anyone in my life. Not like that anyway. Apart from all my friends. But it will be nice not to feel so much damn guilt about it. I think Wayne Enterprises might have some diversification to do.”
“Well, I’m glad our friends from another dimension have been able to help you,” Diana smiled, and kissed Hercules on the lips, sending waves of pleasure through the demi-god.
“There’s a strap-on around here somewhere if you’d like to join in,” Bruce remarked.
“Please!” Wonder Woman laughed. “You think I didn’t bring my own?” And she pulled off her skirt in one go.
“Where’s my good buddy Thor?” Hercules asked. “Doesn’t seem like him to miss out on the fun.”
“I believe,” Diana said as she strapped on the strap-on, “Clark left him ‘finding himself’ with his twin.”
“Ahhh,” Bruce nodded. “Arthur turned up. Good to hear it. Blonde’s really do have more fun.”
“Now I’ve really got a case of FOMO,” Hercules wailed.
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