Clark Kent slammed the door to the abandoned warehouse shut, the lock clicking like a gunshot in the empty space. His suit was already half torn from the fight, the iconic red and blue fabric hanging off one shoulder, exposing the hard planes of his chest. The man waiting inside wasnt another hero or a villain. He was just a guy, built like a truck driver, all thick muscle and rough hands, and he knew exactly what Clark needed tonight.
On your knees, Superman, the stranger growled, voice low and filthy. Clark dropped without hesitation, the concrete biting into his knees. His cock was already straining against the tight fabric of his trunks, leaking pre-cum that soaked through the blue material. The stranger unzipped, pulling out a thick, veined cock that slapped against Clarks cheek, heavy and hot.
Clark opened his mouth wide and took it straight to the back of his throat. No teasing, no slow build. He sucked hard, gagging on the length as the stranger grabbed his hair and fucked his face in rough, deep thrusts. Spit ran down Clarks chin, dripping onto the torn S emblem. His own dick throbbed untouched, the head pushing against the waistband until it finally sprang free, slapping up against his abs.
Fuck, youre a hungry super slut, the stranger grunted, pulling out to smear his wet cock across Clarks face. Clark licked at it, tongue chasing every drop, before the man hauled him up and spun him around. Strong hands ripped the rest of the suit down, exposing Clarks ass. Two thick fingers shoved in dry at first, then worked in spit, stretching him open fast and brutal.
Clark braced against a steel beam, muscles flexing as the stranger lined up and drove in with one hard thrust. The burn was perfect, stretching him wide around that fat cock. He moaned loud, the sound echoing off the walls while the man started pounding him, hips slapping against his ass with wet, filthy sounds. Every thrust went deep, nailing his prostate until Clarks legs shook and his cock dripped a steady stream onto the floor.
The stranger reached around and grabbed Clarks dick, stroking it in time with his brutal fucking. You like getting wrecked like this, dont you? Big strong Superman taking cock like a whore. Clark pushed back harder, meeting every slam, his hole clenching tight around the invading shaft. Sweat poured down his back, mixing with the lube and spit.
They switched positions fast. Clark ended up on his back on a stack of pallets, legs spread wide, the stranger holding his ankles and driving in even deeper. The angle made Clark see stars. His cock bounced against his stomach with every thrust, balls tight and aching. He reached down and jerked himself, fist flying over the slick length until he came hard, ropes of cum shooting across his own chest and the torn suit.
The stranger didnt stop. He kept fucking through the clenching spasms, using Clarks hole until he finally pulled out and painted the heros abs and cock with thick, hot loads. Clark lay there panting, cum cooling on his skin, hole twitching and used, the warehouse filled with the smell of sex and sweat.
The stranger wiped his cock on Clarks thigh, then tucked himself away. Same time next week, Superman. Bring the cape next time. Clark just nodded, already half-hard again at the thought, the raw ache in his ass promising another round of extreme, filthy release.
