Gay Erotic Stories

By Mathias/gothamciti@hotmail.com NOTE: The following is based upon characters created by and owned by DC and Marvel comics. This was written for no commercial purpose. "I'm sorry honey, you're just so big and it's so painful. Are you mad at me?' Lois asked as she sat up in bed and pulled up the sheets to cover her breasts. Clark let out a sigh and pulled on a white v-neck shirt, the edge just touching his public hair and deflating cock. "No, honey I'm not mad," he answered. He was pulling on a pair of sweat pants when the phone rang. He listened to the receiver, answered affirmative and hung up. "Who was that?" Lois asked. "My informant," Clark answered. "You have to go out now?" Lois asked, her voice was rising. Clark didn't bother answering. He just nodded his head as he slipped on a pair of sneakers and donned a baseball cap. "It's still raining out! Besides, don't you think we ought to discuss this?" Lois asked. "The rain's letting out. And I'm sick of talking this to death. Maybe a breath of fresh air is exactly what I need right now," Clark said and walked out of the apartment. He began a steady jog down the block and soon his head was clearing of his foul mood. But he could tell his cock was still half-hard at about eight inches. He thought a minute how it must look bouncing inside his sweats as he ran. People are going to think he's keeping a log in there. Then he thought, to hell with it. Let them look if they want to. As he rounded the next corner, he wondered if there really was a solution of their problem. No matter how much he loved Lois, Clark knew he was losing patience. Especially after what happened last week when he was trapped in an elevator with that Bugle photographer. Clark couldn't muster any more understanding for Lois when that photographer was able to take his entire huge dick and enjoyed every inch of it. But he couldn't think about that now, he had another tip on that corrupt senator story on which he was working. The rain had died down to a very light drizzle. In an intersection, he saw him. The senator got off a car and was met by another man on foot. They started to walk along the sidewalk towards the next street. Clark wanted to stay back so they wouldn't notice him, but he couldn't afford to let them get lost in the crowd. Just as he sprinted off to trail them, he felt one foot slip on the wet sidewalk. Then, a car rounded the corner at top speed and swiped him. The jolt didn't even budge him but he was suddenly aware of everybody staring at him and the sound of metal crumpling. He had to act fast. Clark pretended to fall back as if on impact. But before he could stand up, a pair of hands was pulling him from behind. "Are you all right?" a low voice asked from behind. "Uh..." Clark began, knowing he had to seem at least dazed by the incident. "I'm fine, I think." The driver of the car came out and looked alarmed. "Gee, I'm sorry mister I didn't see you there!" "It's okay, I'm okay," Clark said as the man behind him pulled him up to his feet. "Maybe I should take you to the hospital," the driver said. "That's quite unnecessary," Clark said. "I feel fine." "Still someone had better check you up, you never know," the man behind him said. Clark turned around and saw his would-be rescuer for the first time. He was tall, almost as tall as Clark was with short, wavy blonde hair. He had a good built on him under the suit. And although he was carrying a cane, Clark couldn't really detect and deformity. Then he saw his eyes. They were clear blue, almost the same shade as his own. But they couldn't possible do what his eyes could. Remembering why he was there, he scanned the crowd for the senator. Damn, he's gone! "Sir, I'm a doctor and I must insist you go the hospital," the man was saying. Clark focused on him again and tried to argue, "There really isn't any need..." "Alright, if you won't go to the hospital, will you at least let me examine you? My name's Dr. Donald Blake and my private clinic is just over by the corner," he persisted. "I'm Clark. If you say so, doctor. But I would not want to put you out," Clark argued in vain. "Nonsense. It's what I do. And as I said, you can never be too sure after an accident," Dr. Blake said. He drew an arm around Clark's back and walked him over to his clinic. In a few minutes they were inside a spare warm room with all the rudimentary accoutrements of a clinic. Dr. Blake locked the door behind them and motioned for Clark to sit down on the examination table. "Any headaches or dizzy spells yet?" Dr. Blake inquired. "Nothing at all doctor," Clark responded. "Please call me Don," the doctor said, taking off his suit jacket and replacing it with a white lab coat. "Please take off you shirt." Clark obediently pulled off his shirt and sat back on the exam table. He watched Don take a stethoscope and put it on. There seemed to be a gleam in Don's eyes when he turned to Clark and see his shirt was off. God, I'm so horny I'm beginning to imagine thing, Clark thought. But he flexed his muscles anyway, unconsciously showing off his over six-foot frame and over two hundred pounds of pure muscles for the good doctor. "Well you certainly look like a fine specimen of manhood," Don chuckled. Clark smiled, "Thanks doctor, I work out." "I can see that," Don smiled. "Your upper body looks amazing. Is the rest of you this impressive?" "You're the doctor, you tell me..." Clark shot back with a mischievous grin. "I guess, we're just gonna have to see," Don replied as he placed the cold end of the stethoscope on Clark's smooth, hard chest. Don listened intently for Clark's heartbeat. Clark was suddenly aware that one finger on the hand on his chest had strayed to one of his nipples. He definitely felt a light stroking there. Clark suppressed a moan, as a shot of electricity seemed to go through his body. He could feel blood rushing to his dormant dick. Suddenly, the hand was gone and Don moved to his back to check him from there. He could feel both Don's warm hands now moving around on his back. "Great back muscles," Don was saying, as if to himself. He moved up front again. "Clark, would you please pull down your sweatpants?" Don said. Clark was at a loss for words. He wasn't wearing any underwear! "Uh, is that necessary?" "You were sideswiped by the car on your thigh," Don explained patiently. "Come on let's have a look." "Well, you see Don, I'm not wearing any..." Clark wasn't able to finish because the doctor had already pulled the sweats partly down to the top of his pubic hair. Don looked like he had lost some of his composure. Then just as suddenly he regained it. "You're not wearing underwear. Clark, do you think you're the only person who does that?" he said. "Come on young man pull up a bit." Clark braced himself on the table and allowed Don to pull his sweatpants from under his butt all the way down to his ankles. In doing that, Clark thrust his pelvis out and his heavy cock bounced a couple of times before pulling up even more. The large cock head hit Don's nose as he looked up. Clark noticed that some of the precum at the tip stuck and dripped over Don's upper lip. He repressed a gasp as Don casually licked it off with his tongue. "Uhmmm, sweet," Don whispered. Don stood up and moved even perilously closer between Clark's legs. He began running his hands on the inside of Clark's thighs, spreading them wider. He murmured, "Now, let's see. Um, no bruises. You're sturdier than I thought. " As the doctor checked him thoroughly, Clark could see his cock grow even harder and soon it was its full length and girth, smacking the doctor's belt repeatedly. Don coughed nervously and looked at Clark's face, as if asking for permission. Clark just grinned back at him. "Well, since you're already here, we may as well conduct a thorough exam," Don said in a husky tone. He weighed Clark's huge, full balls with a warm hand and started to fondle them gently. Immediately, more precum bubbled up the tip of the red cock head. Clark didn't bother to suppress a loud moan. "You seem to have an excess of semen Clark. I noticed a wedding ring. Your wife is draining these bull balls of yours on a regular basis, isn't she?" Don asked. "Well, to be perfectly frank Don, the wife is having difficulty taking the entire thing," Clark answered bashfully. "That's not good at all. I mean I can't blame her, this is truly a magnificent cock you've got here," Don whispered as he continued to feel Clark's balls. He then took his other hand and tried to grasp the thick shaft and stroked it slowly up and down. "But you've got to take care of this beautiful cock as much as possible. See how hard it is. It feels like pure steel." Clark was groaning so loudly he could hardly hear the doctor now even though their faces were barely inches away from each other. Don continued to jack him off slowly. Pulling the cock and running his clenched hand from the base of the cock all the way up to the swollen head, Don smeared the precum all over the cock. There was so much that some had dripped down to his balls where the doctor's other hand was busy trying to churn out a load. "Oh God.... Don that feels sooooo gooood..." Clark moaned. Don looked at Clark who was watching his own dick. The doctor then kneeled and enveloped the cock head with his mouth. The warm, wet mouth that covered his cock took Clark by surprise and he gasped. The doctor valiantly tried to take more and more of Clark's cock, but obviously it was just too big. He stood up again and said, "Wait a second, let's do this right," Don said. He gently pushed Clark onto his back on top of the exam table and left the room. Clark wondered what Don was up to. He heard a sudden crash of thunder. The rain must've started up again, Clark thought. Suddenly a man as tall and as big as Clark appeared in the room. He had long gold hair. But his eyes, it was Don! He had changed somehow, but Clark was sure it was Don. And then Clark noticed another important distinction, Don was now as naked as he was with as massive a cock as he had. It jutted out of his body from a golden bush of pubic hair. Damn, it looked like a hammer! Clark's mouth watered unconsciously as Don came close enough to him that that incredible cock was waving at his face. Don began to mount the exam table facing Clark's cock. Clark then felt a hot hungry mouth attach itself to his cock while Don's own tool pointed straight at Clark's lips. Man, I've never done this before Clark thought to himself, but here goes. He took the huge head into his mouth and began sucking Don's dick. Clark felt his entire body charged with some kind of supernatural electricity as he thrust his cock up into Don's wet, eager mouth. He could feel Don's tongue swirling over the head of his cock, down the shaft, and his lips clamping down the base. Clark tried to mimic Don's movements by valiantly trying to swallow that monster dick shoving its way down his throat. He tasted that hot flesh and knew he wanted more. He pulled Don's firm butt down so that he could take more of that tasty flesh. The air was filled with the loud wet noises of slurping and a charge of unnatural energy. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, Clark began to pump his cock faster and faster into Don's mouth. The cock in his own mouth stifled a cry of ecstasy as Clark began shooting bucket loads of cum into Don's mouth. In the next instant, he could feel a torrent of jizz squirt down his own throat as Don's cock pounded mercilessly into Clark's mouth. Their bodies were trashing about in unison as they both unloaded gallons of cum into each other's hungry throats. Don turned his entire body around and took Clark into his arms, his massive muscles matching Clark, pound for pound. "Verily I say this, young Clark, you are a god among mortals," Don said. Clark smiled and pulled the doctor to his face and proceeded to kiss him wildly. He could taste both their loads in his mouth as his tongue explored Don's mouth voraciously. After the long kiss, Don said, "Now thou must remember it' important to keep thy marvelous manhood content. I therefore advise thee to seek the good doctor's counsel at least once every fortnight." Don smiled at Clark's happy smile. "I always follow the doctor's orders." And meanwhile, he thought, he may as well call Peter Parker before his next medical exam.