Return to Metropolis
Clark came back to Metropolis excited, but a little nervous. The time away on a tropical island with Bruce, two superheroes from another dimension, Arthur and Diana had been amazing. He didn’t think that either Clark or Superman had ever taken a day off in their lives, and so having his break and learning what he had about himself, had resulted in a giant weightlifting off his shoulders. He knew however, that coming back to Metropolis meant being Superman again, and it meant confronting Lois. Honestly, he wasn’t sure which one scared him the most, but he’d been brought up to be a hero, and that meant telling everyone the truth, even if it hurt him. His plan was to drop by his apartment, get changed, and then go see Lois straight away.
As he got close to his apartment, his super-hearing told him that the shower was on. His x-ray vision told him it was Jimmy Olsen, and as was his habit, he immediately looked away, not wanting to invade his flatmate’s privacy. The only thing that surprised him was that Jimmy was home during the middle of the day. He really wanted to tell Jimmy about his feelings for him, but that would have to wait. He had no idea how his flatmate would react to his news, these sorts of things he just didn’t talk about with his little buddy. He couldn’t imagine that Jimmy was into him either, as surely something might have happened before. So, it was probably just that he needed to find someone like Jimmy, not his flatmate per se.
Diana’s dildos, along with Alfred’s therapy had been very helpful. Once he had appreciated that he liked men, he presumed that he could only be with another superhero. First his mind had gone to Bruce, but Alfred had warned him off, basically telling him the Batman had his own issues to deal with. Playing with Thor and Aquaman had been amazing, but they too were very self-obsessed, and Clark didn’t think that he wanted someone who liked their own reflection more than they liked him.
Diana’s dildos had opened his mind to the thought that maybe he just wanted a nice guy who could cuddle, who wasn’t away all the time like Lois was… of course, he still wanted them to fuck him. Yeah, that went without saying. Maybe one day he’d fuck them, but right now he wanted to feel the pleasure, and have a tiny bit less responsibility, if you knew what he meant.
Clark opened the door with his key. He couldn’t fly through the window like he often did. He’d almost been caught out once, and that wouldn’t do. “Jimmy!” He called out. “I’m home. I’m just dumping my bags and…”
“What?” Jimmy asked, as he emerged from the shower, and walked out to the living room with a towel placed strategically in front of him.
“I said…” Clark went to begin. But his eyes were fixated on Jimmy Olsen. He’d never seen his friend and flatmate so naked before.
“Clark?” Jimmy asked. “You look confused. I haven’t seen you for ages. Are you OK?”
“I… I…” Clark went to say, but couldn’t find the words he wanted, and he sat down on the sofa with a thud.
Jimmy couldn’t believe the opportunity had presented itself so quickly. He casually flicked the towel from his front to over his shoulder. As he did, his semi-hard cock bounced in front of him. He pretended there was nothing unusual about it, and he leaned over to place a hand on Clark’s shoulder. “Are you OK?”
Clark couldn’t believe what he was seeing. How had he not known his flatmate had a good, soft, ten-inch-long schlong? There it was, the sort of dick that he’d only dreamed of, right there on the sweetest guy he’d ever known. It was the sort of dream he’d never even thought of having. “It’s just that…” Clark swallowed. “I mean… wow, that’s huge,” he choked out, unable to take his eyes off the huge cock.
“You can touch it if you like,” Jimmy said softly. He couldn’t believe he was saying what he was saying, but he could not deny it was turning out exactly as Herc had predicted. Unlike Clark, Jimmy had peeked at his flatmate in the shower. He knew what Clark’s perfect white arse looked like, and boy had he fantasised about it. The thought of his big black cock sliding between those perfect white cheeks, feeling the tightness of the hole around his cock… mmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmmm. Just the memory of those thoughts made his cock throb.
Clark swallowed again, his eyes unable to move away from the cock. Any day before today, he would probably have said ‘Aww that’s sweet Jimmy, but it’s not for me.’ But everything felt different now. And without thinking about it, his hand moved towards the cock, which seemed to pulse on its own accord. His hand closed around it, and it grew harder. “Oh fuck,” he whispered, swearing for the first time in his life.
“Do you like it, Clark?” Jimmy whispered. “Would you like to suck it? I’ve wanted you suck it from the day I met you.”
“You have?” Clark gasped.
“Oh yeah,” Jimmy grinned. “The day you walked into the Daily Planet I was checking out those beautiful cocksucking lips, and that heavenly arse. And I thought damn, man. When you moved in, I finally got a chance to see you in the shower and that arse is as fine as I’d imagined. I’ve been going to bed thinking what it would be like to slide between those perfect white cheeks.” “Ohhh,” Clark moaned, melting at the thought. He slipped from the sofa to his knees so that his mouth would be in line with that cock. “Please Jimmy,” he begged. “Let me suck it.”
“But what about Lois?” Jimmy asked innocently. “Won’t she be upset?”
“I think it’s over between me and Lois,” Clark confessed. “I still love her, but she can’t give me the pleasure that a big dick can. I don’t know why I never knew this before.”
“Well, maybe Smallville lived up to its name,” Jimmy teased. “Maybe you’d never seen a big cock before you came to Metropolis.”
Clark started to cough as if he was choking, before he broke into a chortle, and a snort. “God, I love you, Jimmy.”
“I love you too, Superman,” Jimmy Olsen whispered.
Clark looked up, trying to see past Jimmy’s huge cock, and gasped. “How did you know?”
“I think the question should be, ‘How did it take me so long to realise?’“ The Daily Planet’s lead photographer replied. “I mean, you look like him, never seem to be around at the same time as him, even though he knows him well, you appeared in Metropolis at exactly the same time…Do I need to go on?” Clark gave a lopsided grin. It was hard to argue with that.
“But your secret is safe with me,” Jimmy leant down and took off Clark’s glasses. Jimmy looked at him carefully before sliding then back on his face. “Honestly though, I think you look hotter with them on.”
“Aww gee Jimmy,” Clark felt his heart melt.
“But not with the rest of those clothes, man!” Jimmy retorted. “Get up off the floor and get naked.”
Clark leapt to his feet, using his super-speed to strip until he was entirely naked, with the exception of his glasses.
“Ho-ley shit,” Jimmy exhaled. He stepped forward, his hand running over the defined, hugely muscular body. He’d never been this close to it… Well actually no, that wasn’t true. Jimmy remembered that one time Superman had grabbed him when he was falling out a building. He honestly hadn’t thought about at the time, he’d been too terrified about his only life. Sure, Clark looked hot in that Superman outfit, but it wasn’t a patch on it in the flesh. His fingers traced over each bump and dip, all of it rock-hard. He could see Clark starting to grin, so proud of his incredible body. And why shouldn’t he be?
“Can I…” Clark swallowed and asked. With the slightest of nods from Jimmy, he took his friend’s head in his hands and kissed him.
It was… Jimmy struggled to find the right words. ‘Good,’ he decided. ‘Good said it all.’ He didn’t want to break away, he didn’t want it to end, he didn’t want… “Hang on a minute!” Jimmy broke away. “You were about to suck my cock!”
“Yeah, I was, wasn’t I?” Clark smiled down at him. “I better get back to it.” And without waiting for further instructions, Clark fell to his knees and took Jimmy’s cock in his mouth in one swoop.
“Oh Clark!” Jimmy moaned. “Fuck yeah, you suck that dick.” He found his hands gravitating to Clark’s head, holding it in place as it moved back and forth all by itself. Whatever superpowers Clark had, Jimmy sighed, they apparently extended to the sexual field. Jimmy’s cock was a good, thick, ten inches, and Superman could deepthroat it on the first time.
Clark gave a little moan of pleasure and kept working that cock, his mouth and throat running along the sides. He felt Jimmy’s hands on his head but instead of violent, they felt genuine and caring. He increased the pace, wanting to show his friend exactly what he could do.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Jimmy growled. “You are one awesome cocksucker, Superman. How are you making me shoot my load so quickly?”
Clark couldn’t stop himself from smiling, which released the pressure around Jimmy’s cock, allowing it to slide out. Jimmy wrapped his hand around it, wanking it once and sprayed the load all over Clark’s face, shooting some down his open mouth, some across his cheeks and best of all some over those cute – and apparently fake – glasses. “Oh baby,” Jimmy gasped. “That was so hot.”
“Jimmy, I…” Clark almost became Clark again and went to apologise, but his friend was having none of it.
“Get on your feet you sexy fucker,” Jimmy smiled. And he took Clark’s glasses off with one hand but holding it so his flatmate could lick his load off the lens. “I think we can both agree, no matter how sexy these are, you don’t need to wear them around the house anymore. Just when I’m fucking you.” Clark grinned, and as he did, a big dollop of cum slid down his face.
“You are something else,” Jimmy laughed, using two fingers to scoop the cum off Clark’s face and feed it to him.
Clark just kept grinning, swallowing the cum with relish. “Please fuck me,” he whispered at Jimmy.
“Oh, that was always gunna happen,” Jimmy chuckled, feeling his cock start to harden straight away.
Without waiting, Clark flew – literally – from his kneeling position onto the sofa, with his legs apart and his huge arse pushing out and back.
“Sweet mother of God,” Jimmy whispered as he stepped up. “That has to be the hottest white cunt in the whole universe. If your father could see you now…” and Jimmy gave a cheeky grin, “He would be lining up to fuck you too.” And before Superman had a chance to appear shocked at what his flatmate had said, Jimmy’s tongue was deep in his hole, gnawing away at the delicious Kryptonian pussy.
Clark lifted his head back and moaned loudly. His hands gripped the sofa and he arched his back, spreading his arse even wider. The first few times someone had eaten him out; he’d found it arousing. Then as he became insatiable in his hunt for cock, being eaten out became a boring delay before the good stuff happened. Now, truly relaxed for the first time in forever, he began to remember how wonderful it was.
Without any further thought, Clark felt his eyes roll back, and his nipples harden. So hard in fact, that he felt painful pleasure without even touching them. He had often fallen into a trance – they called it gooning – when he was being fucked, but he’d long suspected it was a behaviour to switch off from what the shame of what he thought he was doing. He had been very aware of what was happening when he was playing with Thor, and Aquaman had fucked him, but that had felt different. Jimmy, on the other hand…
“I think you’re ready now,” Jimmy declared, as he suddenly stopped, got up to his feet and slapped Superman’s impressively perky arse.
Clark’s eyes shot up and he felt wide awake again. The slap stung, forcing a tear from his eye. Superman never felt pain, he couldn’t quite believe it. ‘I must,’ Clark admitted, ‘Want to feel this.’ There was no other reason for it. “Oh?” Jimmy grinned. “You liked that?”
“Mmm,” Clark mumbled, not really sure why he was feeling like this, but wanting more of it, regardless.
‘Slap,’ ‘Slap,’ ‘Slap,’ went Jimmy’s hand, as he went to town on the biggest, most perfect, whitest arse in Metropolis. “Oh yeah,” he grinned, as it bounced each time.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!” Clark trembled. He’d never imagined there was anything nice about pain. No one had ever told him it could be. He recognised that it resembled hurt, the sort of feeling that he had when colliding with a meteorite. Maybe even a little of the vulnerability he felt when faced with Kryptonite. But there was something else. This time he wanted to feel something. He wanted Jimmy to know that he felt something. Was his body finally ready to let someone else in?
“Fuck me, Jimmy,” Clark begged.
“Jimmy? No, it’s Mr Olsen to you,” Jimmy chuckled. “Or Daddy.”
“Oh yes Daddy,” Clark moaned. “Fuck me deep.”
“Wow!” Jimmy laughed. “That was a joke. I didn’t think you’d take it seriously.”
Clark turned his head and grinned back at Jimmy.
“Oh man,” Jimmy laughed. “Don’t ever lose those glasses… just sooo hot.”
“Whatta waiting for?” Clark started to say, before it turned into one big moan, as Jimmy slid his cock in.
“Mmm, mmm, oh yeah,” Jimmy growled, as he started to pull out, and thrust back in. The walls of this Super-cunt felt amazing, and it took him several minutes to realise that it wasn’t loosening at all. Every thrust felt like it was for the first time. He swore he even felt his cock get thicker with every stroke. Not only that, but he was also convinced that Clark’s Super-Arse was growing in size as he fucked it, the waist becoming slimmer and the upper body widening, with Superman’s spectacular pecs becoming more prominent. What he didn’t know, and even Superman himself didn’t know, was that all of this, whilst a hallucination, was a result of the Kryptonian finally finding the right partner. As much as he’d loved Lois, as much as Thor and Aquaman had turned him on, as much as all the random men who’d fucked him had given him an escape, none of them were a pinch on what Jimmy Olsen with his ten-inch black dick, his slim body, and his cheeky grin, could give him. And his body was reacting accordingly, releasing a uniquely alien toxin.
Jimmy breathed it all in, and for him, Clark became even more desirable. For Superman, the toxins his body released maybe him desire to pleasure Jimmy even more. Both of them were entwined in a circle of pleasure, which would forever support them. “Fuck, Superman,” Jimmy growled. “Your white cunt is the hottest I’ve ever fucked. God bless your dad for sending you to earth. I gotta have it. I gotta have it every day.”
Clark just moaned, and Jimmy kept fucking, they both seemed to lose the concept of time, Jimmy – glad he’d already came once – was able to get Clark on his side, and then on his back, before shooting his load deep in him. “Fuck that Kryptonian pussy,” he moaned.
Superman was lost in a world of pleasure, and without even touching himself, his fairly big – just not as big as Jimmy’s – cock, came all by itself. “Did you like that?” He asked Jimmy quietly when it was all done.
“Like it?” Jimmy gasped, appreciating that if he was going to keep this up, he’d need to take up marathon running. “Gosh darn it, Clark buddy,” Jimmy added. “I’ve been dreaming of you since I got my first hard-on.”
“I think I need a shower,” Clark mused.
“Me too,” Jimmy agreed, getting up off the sofa and heading to the shower. “Where are you going?” Clark asked innocently.
“To the…” Jimmy pointed in the direction of the bathroom.
The naked, cum-covered Superman laughed, and jumped up, swooping Jimmy in his arms and shooting them both out the window at supersonic speed.
“Where are we?” Jimmy asked, as they emerged from the crystal blue waters, and walked towards a pristine beach on a deserted island.
“It’s a little island in the Caribbean,” Clark smiled. “I discovered it a while ago. I come here to work on the tan and…”
“Did you bring Lois here?” Jimmy chuckled.
“Once,” Clark blushed. “Is that bad? I’m not used to…”
Jimmy lent up and kissed Clark on the lips. “I hope that answers your question. Now I intend to fuck you in the shallows with your legs wide open. Is that a problem?”
Superman slipped to his knees and took all of Jimmy’s cock in one go. “I ‘ope that answrs you est’n,” he replied, though even as Superman he couldn’t speak perfectly with his mouth full.
Jimmy and Clark spent the rest of the day fucking in the beach of the secret island. Neither of them could, nor wanted to stop. They both had a lot to get out. But eventually they relaxed, lying together beneath a palm tree, their hands sliding up and down one another. At one point, Jimmy felt Clark tense. “What’s the problem, big buddy?”
“Lois,” Clark swallowed. “I was just on my way to see her, when we… Well, you know. I don’t know how she’ll take the news.”
“Don’t you worry, my Man of Steel,” Jimmy teased him. “Things have a way of working out.” And he gripped Superman’s perfectly hard cock and started to wank it.
It turned out that Jimmy was right. Things did turn out fine. When Clark came out to Lois, she was, well delighted. “Oh Clark, I knew we were right for each other, but just not as lovers. As friends, and colleagues, yes… but not lovers. We need the type of lover who’s going to look after us in bed, while we save the world during the day. When we both want to have children, well then yes, let’s hook up to make that happen. But for right now you enjoy all the dick you can. I hope you’re getting some from young Jimmy, by the way. Have you seen the size of his salami?”
When Clark retold the story over the all-you-can-eat brunch at The Plaza to Thor and Hercules, they both did their best to appear surprised and a little shocked. Where in reality, Lois Lane had already tracked them both down for an interview. Said interview very quickly turned into a threesome, where the two boys enjoyed sandwiching the feisty brunette between them. She might not have had his perfect muscle arse and cunt, but she was a more than enthusiastic lover and made a good attempt at satisfying them both. Both superheroes appreciated the effort, and both promised they’d drop by a few more times before they had to leave.
“Have you seen the news?” Jimmy who was sitting beside Clark, marvelling at exactly how much the three behemoths could eat.
“Whaa?” Hercules asked, between chewing, being the sort of demi-god who didn’t stand on ceremony. Or at least, no one had told him about covering his mouth while he ate.
“Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. They’ve both come out as lesbians,” Jimmy explained.
Thor and Hercules looked at him dumbly having no idea what he meant. ‘God bless himbos,’ Jimmy thought, admiring their blank stares. Even though he’d finally got his dream and got his hands on the most perfect white muscle pussy in the land, he had a suspicion that these two incredible muscled superheroes might also be easily convinced to take his cock. If Clark wasn’t such a massive distraction in his life, he’d have started to sniff around these two. “They are two famous villains,” Jimmy explained. “Superman put them in prison a while ago, and they’ve vowed revenge ever since. But just recently they met one another, have fallen in love and seem ready to give up their life of crime.”
“It’s a real sea change,” Clark smiled, his hand putting down his fork after demolishing a veritable mountain of pancakes in front of him, and sliding across into Jimmy’s lap, moving ever closer to his cock which was starting to grow again.
Thor looked at Hercules, and Hercules looked back at Thor. “You don’t suppose,” the Norse God wondered, “We’ve upset the sacred timeline, do you?”
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