"And, I've got a fresh pair of underwear if you want them. They're black though. And rubber. And the waistband has the bat logo on it. People might talk."

"Awww Clarke. I get it. This life is isolating. But I've got you now. And you've got me. As often as you want." Bruce crooned, his rough voice warm with affection for the hero he'd always known he was too broken to truly emulate.

Clarke buried his face in Bruce's shoulder, shuddering with emotions as he emptied himself out inside the surprisingly warm and tender squishy insides of the seemingly cold and ruthless man.

That was it, Clark gave a final shove into the deepest recesses of Bruce's body and FLOODED the BAT CAVE with hot, virile, god-only-knows-what-supernatural-effects ALIEN SEED from deep, deep in his balls!

"I told you. I can take it." Bruce flexed his abs, tilting his pelvis up to make his hole more accessible as be roared desperately into Clarke's face "I WANT IT! GIVE IT TO ME!"

"If you want that kind of exception, I'll have to check in on you regularly." Superman panted, his hips pistoning forward, BOFF! BOFF! BOFF! BOFF! - pelvis meeting pelvis hard enough to definitely bruise yet, thanks to the Bruce's foresight, not shattering the sturdy frame beneath him.

Rallying himself, he found his powers of flight remained, and with a brief, hard exertion, his caped assailant let out a winded "guuuuh" as Bruce landed roughly on his back, still clinging to him with all four limbs.

"Got. It." Clark stuttered, feeling his balls tighten up. This human was about to make him cum harder than he'd ever come, all his careful restraint with Lois or Lana or even Lex that one time, had been holding him back and now a few decades of sexual frustration were about to explode out of him.

"I'm the hero this city deserves, and I'm also what YOU deserve. When you come here, you're here for this hole, got it?"

"You're going to give me your hot kryptonian semen deep inside my guts, Clarke, and then you're going to leave Gotham to me."

His thicque glutes pounding on his pelvis, and then squeezing tight to pull at his foreskin at every upstroke.

Batman used his arms and legs to slide his hole up and down Clarke's cock, impaling himself almost viciously!

As his ear was bitten down on, the walls of the BAT CAVE suddenly came alive around his cock, squeezing and squirming around him!

His teeth caught around Clark's earlobe, and the alien's breath caught, anticipating another slice of that delicious stinging sensation. "And, I'm always prepared, Clarke."

Batman groaned and bit down harder, then his mouth was at Clark's ear "I'm a creature of the shadows. I'm never seen unless I want to be."

His supernaturally hard cock slid effortlessly through the torn suit, through Batman's sphinter and up, up into his slick rectum - throbbing even harder as he realized Batman came to this showdown fully intending to get fucked by him - and drove it deep into the vigilantes BAT CAVE!

"I'm still strong enough to make sure you're also seen with a hole in your costume" he grunted, and his member punctured the batsuit like tissue paper.

Batman made a hungry sound, and suddenly Clark wasn't pinning him he was being squeezed by two muscular legs and two strong arms as the Bat dove under his chin and Clark felt a sharp stinging sensation - quite new for him - on the side of his neck.

With a "RIIIIIP!" the bright red briefs were officially torn and Clark's rigid cock was standing at attention in the evening breeze.

Superman looked down to see the tiniest fleck of green kryptonite mounted between the two rubber- encased pecs. "Fuck me as hard as you can, I'm a big boy" Batman growled at him.

hungry for more details of the soft squishy human under the obnoxious one-liners and pretentious cape. "Have to be careful not to break you" he told himself. Batman grinned "I brought protection."

Batman's lips touched his, his tongue flickering out, and suddenly Superman was in a haze of lust, launching himself forward into the human as he plunged his tongue in, tasting the bitterness of Bruce Wayne's coffee addiction and

He felt his blood rush to his groin. "Not again" he groaned. The media was still buzzing about the last time his erection had ripped a conspicuous hole through the crotch of his bright red briefs.

Superman couldn't look away, his head was spinning, and he became suddenly aware that Batman's suit wasn't preformed, but rather adhered to a very developed chest and stomach which were pressed against his own.

"What are you?" He gasped. The imposter leaned forward until their foreheads touched. "I'm Batman" he rasped, the tiny red kryptonite jewels continuing to emerge from their sockets and reflecting from the eyes that were, in fact blue.

Just as Superman managed to pin the elusive human to a wall, Batman's eyes started glowing red through the holes in his mask. Superman's eyes widened in realization - Bruce Wayne's eyes were blue, not red!

The libido is a tricky engine, or at least mine is. One would think that a steamy encounter would sate me for a while, but that's just not how it works. Less than an hour after pumping a load into my boy's sweet mouth my pants start to tighten again, demanding release again. And again. And again.

I'm counting down the days until you'll be inside me again my prince 🥰

Yessss my prince bring me into that state of absolute surrender again, I love giving myself over to you so much 😍

What a lovely, unexpected treat after my workout. I feel... rewarded. The next time you're in the gym - and you should be - make sure someone who deserves it knows you're eager to reward him. It's good motivation for him - and for you.