Evening at Superman's home (VIII): Conclusion

Just relaxing on the couch before going to bed, with a glass of wine and watching some porn on the TV, Clark tries to forget about Lois ("-That bitch has made me horny as hell!"). Maybe she was just playing games with him. At moments like this, he realizes that being among men gives him much comfort. His boys know exactly how their boss has to be pleased. This is one of the reasons he likes to have them around permanently, watching their smooth almost-naked bodies,  and feeling them clinging to his. "-Yeah, boys, I could have some serious release right now." Clark has his hands rest on the bare lower bodies of Jamie and Axel, knowing that it would take only seconds before they would develop an erection of their own if he ordered so. Maybe, to get in the mood, he would allow them to jerk off just for the fun of watching them stroking their tiny boners. Jamie and Axel are licking his hairy breast and sucking his nipples, while Trevor nestles his head between Clark's legs, adapting to his natural man spread. Clark's semi-erect manhood is now lying on Trevor's neck. Perhaps without admitting it, Trevor is his favorite, always taking care of him unselfishly, while 'Blue boy' Jamie is just another gay slut and Axel is actually nothing more than a twisted little pervert, wanting to be treated like dirt.

Clark smiles at this little family he has created. His boys are wonderfully effective in giving him pleasure and relax after a day acting as Superman in the crazy streets of Metropolis. As the big Man of Steel climbs onto his king-size bed, the servants take their positions. After playfully wrestling their boss' big body for a few minutes and sucking his firm rod, they let Superman do his thing and fuck them one after the other for several times, until he is satisfied and falls in a deep sleep. The exhausted attendants -their interiors full of the superhero's still warm, thick semen- prepare to spend the night curled up between his legs and at his feet.