Gay Erotic Stories

Chapter One The evil robot dropped the woman as the Man of Steel pried its mechanical hands apart then knocked it off balance with a mighty blow. The robot recovered, catching Superman in a tight bear hug. The hero quickly broke loose but the large but speedy mechanical man was on him again; this time lifting him from behind by the waist and applying a vice-like chokehold. Steel cables whipped out from the robot’s body and encircled the man of Steel, holding him in place. “We have him exactly where we want him. NOW!” The robot’s groin was pressed firmly against the man of Steel’s backside. A small ball-tipped metal probe extended from the mechanical body and pushed through to Superman’s ass-crack and then up against his anus. The robot then moved its hand over the costumed package and discharged 10,000 volts of electricity. The Man of Steel bucked in the robot’s steely grip then burst through the restraining cables and knocked the head off the evil robot. “We have the information we need. Delilah, do your stuff.” “Thank you so much,” said the rescued woman to the Lycra-clad stud standing before her. “Are you alright, Miss?” Superman asked. His cape was draped across the front of his body. “Yes,” she said, grabbing him and giving him a firm hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you so very much.” The Man of Steel blushed and said, “You’re welcome,” and flew away. “All systems are go, Boss,” the woman said as she moved towards her car. “ “He was so hard you could have driven spikes with that thing!” “Excellent, Delilah. You’ll find your payment in the glove compartment of your car. You’ll find that we placed a little extra in there for a job well done!” Her car blew into a million pieces the moment she thumbed the latch. “The micro-filaments are in place. Let us proceed with step two of Superman’s undoing!” Chapter Two Superman had barely managed to escape the woman’s embrace and leap into the air before his fully engorged, 12” cock had erupted in his costume. He reached between his legs and massaged his throbbing genitals as the discharge continued to erupt in great spasmodic spurts. So effusive was the load that the entire front of his briefs was soaked with super-spunk. The excess dripped off the material in big gooey plops. “Damn birds!” muttered those splattered below. Landing at his apartment, Superman was glad that Lois was on assignment in Europe. His 12” cock throbbed with the sweet feeling of release as he milked the last few drops from the engorged head. He walked to the full-length mirror to see just how noticeable was the stain. His shaft hardened again as he beheld his image. The large cum stain oozed and bubbled through the micro-thin material and dripped lazily to the bedroom carpet. He laughed as he regarded himself and placed his hands on his hips in a classic hero pose. His hard shaft pushed at the constricting wet material that barely contained his throbbing balls. Wetness continued to drip from his crotch. He stroked himself again through the wet fabric and reached up to pinch each nipple through the thin material causing them to harden and jut. “Hmm, perhaps I’ll get more mileage from that jolt than just that one orgasm,” he thought as he looked at himself. “Yes, definitely more than one!” He shucked off his costume and headed for the shower; his massive cock thumping against his perfectly sculpted abs. He thought about making sure he never received another jolt of energy to the asshole again, unless it was by his choice! He pleasured himself at his leisure in the shower. While he did he was completely unaware of the insidious plot about to unfold. The micro-filaments that Delilah had affixed via static electricity to the back of his costume came to life and snaked towards the king-sized bed, each securing itself to the bedcovers. The filaments were each about 9” long and only as thick as a human hair. The Man of Steel came out of the shower feeling happily sated by another tremendous orgasm. His big, juicy balls were only the slightest bit smaller even after two such prodigious discharges and his chubby cock was still slightly engorged. He gathered his spunky costume off the floor and started a load of laundry, and then gathered his briefcase to prepare for the exclusive interview he had the next day with the Prince of Massitania. He decided to lie on the bed to study the background material and go over his questions. Within an hour he allowed himself to drift off to sleep, his mind inevitably asking questions about the strange robot he’d encountered. He decided he’d investigate after the interview tomorrow. He rolled on to his stomach, his beautiful buttocks pointing to the ceiling, his left leg straight out behind him and his right bent slightly and out to the side. The filaments glided smoothly, following their programming exactly, towards the prostrate figure sleeping on the bed. The first snaked under his inner thigh to the base of his penis and threaded itself around the fleshy shaft, weaving itself in and out of the Man of Steel’s dark, curly pubic hair, anchoring itself. Waiting. The second moved towards the massive chest and split into two sections, each making its way to the crowning glory of the two pectorals. The right nipple was exposed and soft but protruded slightly as it hung from Superman’s slackened man-tit. The filament surrounded the tip loosely, blending in with the areola and securing itself to the surrounding chest hair. The second nipple was blocked so the other filament threaded itself to nearby chest hairs to wait until the opportunity presented itself. The third also split in two. One section slunk to the base of Superman’s scrotal sac and wrapped itself into the hair around the sac until the unknowing hero rolled over. The last segment snaked towards the pucker showing ever so slightly between the heavily muscled ass cheeks. It raised itself up to the sensitive orifice and pushed lightly. The sphincter muscles relaxed and the filament began to rotate and corkscrew until it could thread its way inside the anal canal and affix itself to the wall directly opposite the prostate gland. As the Man of Steel continued to sleep and reposition himself the filaments took their final positions. Morning dawned and Superman marveled that he’d slept through the night. He donned a fresh costume and put his street clothes on top. He grabbed his briefcase and left the apartment. This interview could change his life. TO BE CONTINUED