AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This series would rarely have any factual data on what Clark and Bruce from their comics. It's just a story using two hot men :P

"Clark," Bruce pants, hands on his knees.

Clark turns around. The first thing he noticed was my batsuit. My suit has very thin and had thin tears up and down it. My balance is tremendously whack as a small push can send me tumbling sideways. My upperbody is full of disgusting purple and black bruises and my face is cut, where there are only open wounds.

"I guess I win," exclaims Clark. He gives a little smirk at me, then slowly walks forward and gradually stops.

I look up and Clark folds his arms. He begins to speak, but I immediately interrupt.

"At the very least, can we do this tomorrow?"

Clark puts on his "Does It Look Like I Care?" face, and pauses. His eyebrows raise like he's feeling empathetic. I didn't think he'd feel my pain, because he's the Man of Steel.

As he is about to change his mind, Clark just simply says, "No." I should've known that he wouldn't have felt my pain with me. Asshole.

He swoops down and swiftly picks me up. I enjoyed the little ride Clark gave me. I relax as his big, steel arms carry me and as his body heat calms me down.

He flies out the Batlair, and into the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed like plastic bag drifting through the wind. Like trash.

The soft mattress and the warm and inviting bright sheets wanted me to sleep, but I knew that was impossible, since I got creamed.

I guess I started to drift off. Next thing I know, Clark is snapping his two fingers in front of my face.

"Ay, sleepy bat. You can't possibly be sleeping now, can you?"

Clark backs away from my face. He has no clothing on. All his bulging muscles are now free from the tight S Dress he wears every day.

He floats at the bed frame, with confidence. My eyes are drawn to his upperbody. You can go up to him and his pecs to sleep on. You can use his sixpack abs to massage your back while you're sleeping.

Just looking at Clark, I get my own self aroused and rock-hard. Clark continues showing his fabulous display and his member starts to stiffen up. I shit you not, his stiffy is the same size as a Pringles can. Except made of steel.

Clark gives a slight smirk. "At least sleepy bat isn't sleepy anymore," he states as he quietly sets his feet on the carpet.

Clark gets one good look at me like he's airplane security and throws himself onto the bed, right on top of me. I moan loudly as he continues to lay on top my bruises. The experience was painful, but so graceful and pleasurable. My nerves are overloaded with extreme sensitivity.

He presses his soft lips onto mine, then presses harder, and starts to use his tongue. He goes at it for another minute, then proceeds downwards and stars kissing my neck. His soft arms slip under my back, hugs and me and starts fondling with my back.

The body heat and pressure from his big body, soft lips, strong arms, and throbbing dick all against me are beginning to make me squirm and moan in pleasure.

"Calm down," he whispers in my ear, "the ride hadn't even started." He turns his body around and slaps his steel can against my lips. It stung a little. Clark begins giving me a rimjob as I start giving him a blowjob.

It was a bit difficult to get his can engulfed in my mouth because a) it's huge and b) my mouth hurts like hell. Before I get my mouth all the way on Clark's can, it spreads precum all over and I lick his head clean.

If there's one thing I learned about Clark in bed, is that sex yanks the lid off the can, and there's an endless flow of chips [of my favorite flavor] until you're full of all the chips in your stomach (or ass).

On the other hand, my dick is leaking like a water fountain. I'm on the edge of cumming. "Clark," I pant, hot and rimmed, "I'm about to cum."

He suddenly stops and hovers above me and back on the carpet.

Clark senses my confusion, and before I opened my mouth, Clark presses my hot asshole with the lid of his can. There was so much precum on my ass from contact, we both knew I didn't need lube. I twitch with excitement.

He forcefully shoved his steel 14+ incher into asshole. That was it. I was done. I squirted my sticky load all over myself and Clark's crotch area. His dick was so hard, it wasn't even steel. Something harder than that. He slowly pulled out nearly all the way and forcefully shoved it again. After a few more thrusts, they become quicker.

I'm bewildered by his outstanding performance. His dick is a 14 inch Pringles can. He could have made me jizz from a rimjob. He's full of precum, enough to use as lube. And he makes it feel like steel is jelly.

Clark is leaking more precum than Niagara Falls, precum splashing out my asshole onto my cheeks, his legs, and pool of precum collecting on the sheets.

I feel like I need to come again. Damn, I didn't even know I got hard again, and here I am jizzing my balls once again. I hold the excitement in as long as possible, but it was no use. I spray behind me touching our pillows. Then Clark stops again.

He quickly pulls out, orders me to turn over and I obey. I stick my ass out to him as in invitation for his dick. I feel his pillow pecs on my back and his Pringles can lid by my opening. He teases it for a second, and I feel myself getting hard and leaking precum again. Without warning, Clark jams his fucker right back in.

I came for a third time. We're still wet from Clark's precum. He could tell how anxious I am.

"Just fuck me, already," I pant my breath. "Make me your bitch."

He heard those words well and started to thrust like never before. His fucking started uneven. One minute he shoves all his cock, the next he's taking it real slow, and then he takes big strokes really fast. It was all too much. I roared as I jizz on the sheets and my stomach.

He can still go for hours, but alas, all good times come to an end. He makes me jizz twenty more times and less than 15 minutes, then the inevitable came.

"Bruce," he pants, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it!"

He finishes pushed all the way inside and explodes - no, he erupts like a volcano inside my ass. The first wave of jizz was the biggest. That shit is so hot. I felt like that could've burned me. That cumshot was much faster than the speed of light. The remaining cum spurted out my asshole on ourselves, the walls, the carpet bed, drawers and more.

The second wave got mostly the carpet, as the steaming hot cum pushes the old out. The last and final wave of jizz just plopped in the pool of precum Clark made as lube. Can closed.

We're both reeling in from the experience as we look around the room. There wasn't a spot where you couldn't see any jizz.

"We need to do that again," I suggest, heavy breathing, reeling in from being overstimulated.

"Only if you do that bet again."

"Never."

We kissed.