Superman's Sunday (II)

Having the day off, Superman enjoys a quiet breakfast full of vitamins, served by Blue Boy, while his other two attendants take care of his massive body. Sitting on a stretcher next to his private swimming pool, Superman has his naked muscles massaged by Yellow Boy, who applies a lotion to protect the skin against the already strong sunlight. Red Boy is very skilled in taking care of Superman's feet and toenails. He loves doing this job, while watching and admiring the shape of the gigantic feet. Sometimes, when his boss is sleeping, he allows himself to lick the soles and the odorous skin between the toes. He knows this can make Yellow Boy somewhat jealous, because having Superman's feet rest on his head fills this submissive young manservant with excitement. It is Yellow Boy who permanently longs to have his head locked between Superman's hairy armpits or between the mighty thighs, his nose pressing against the enormous, moist balls.

After breakfast, Superman likes to spend the first hours of Sunday morning browsing through one of his favorite magazines, featuring a fine selection of scarcely dressed and beautifully curved young ladies. The sight of these feminine gifts of nature often excites the Man of Steel, who then seeks for some cooling down in the pool. Blue Boy secretly enjoys the sight of Superman's naked body, swimming in the pool, and trying to get down his boner which, from time to time, emerges above the surface like a submarine's periscope. As their boss rises from the water, the three manservants hasten to towel his body, rubbing his muscles from neck to feet with extra care of the upper legs and firm buttocks. Without special instructions Blue Boy gets into position, offering his bare butt to Superman, who immediately discharges a fresh load of his superseed into the attendant's avid anus. Meanwhile, Yellow Boy and Red Boy bury themselves between the muscular thighs and buttocks, their tongues vigorously licking Superman's most sensitive spots.

(What kind of heavenly chemical substance replaces the human sexual pheromones in a Kryptonian male as Superman? Even a fully heterosexual man as Red Boy can hardly resist the powerful attraction of the almighty odors around his boss' sweaty ass and balls, at the same time so pungent and delightful...)