Kryptonite Kraziness

Here's the April story which is a Superman fanfic. I haven't specified which Superman actor so you guys can pick your favourite and imagine away! I hope you guys enjoy this one and let me know in the comments if you'd like to see Superman return.

When Clark Kent arrived at the Daily Planet, he did a double check of his suit in the elevator mirror to make sure it wasn’t too crumpled. He’d been on his way to the office when he’d heard a traffic accident in the next state over and had to strip down to his Superman costume and ditch his suit behind a dumpster. Thankfully, aside from being a little creased, it appeared to be okay. He adjusted his glasses and made sure his hair was a little messier, before stepping on to the newsroom floor.

“Morning Clark,” Jimmy Olsen said with a big grin, as he jogged over with a takeout coffee cup. “I thought you may need a caffeine boost, so I stopped and picked up this for you.”

“Thanks Jimmy,” Clark said with a smile, appreciative of the coffee, even if he was a little uncomfortable with Jimmy’s constant attention and slight hero worship. “What have we got today?”

“Perry hasn’t given us anything yet. Lois is still in Gotham but I’m sure we’ll get a juicy story whilst she’s away.”

Clark knew exactly where Lois was, but he didn’t plan on dwelling on that too much when he had work to do, not to mention a city in chaos that seemed to result in a call for help every five seconds.

Jimmy watched Clark sip his coffee and smiled. “Well, I’ll let you get settled and I’ll catch you later.”

Surprised at Jimmy’s unusually speedy exit, he took another sip of his coffee and headed to his desk. He had a few contacts to email back and a couple of tasks from Lois that probably required some attention.

It was after Clark had finished his coffee that he started to feel hot, an unusual feeling for a Kryptonian who didn’t usually experience any changes in his body temperature. He loosened his tie a little, but he couldn’t undo his top button without revealing his Superman costume underneath.

After a while, the heat seemed to increase, and Clark felt sweat on his forehead and under his armpits.

“What the hell?” he whispered to himself.

It was at that moment, that he felt an unexpected twitch. Was he . . . no . . . not in the office . . .

Clark jumped up from his desk and headed to the restroom, doing his utmost to maintain a human pace. As soon as he closed and locked the door, he couldn’t deny the tent in his suit pants. Even with his costume under his suit, his dick was hard as a rock and pushing against the clothing with the same super strength that he used to catch falling planes.

Suddenly, the hot feeling, the sweat, the weird arousal all combined, and Clark couldn’t control himself. He needed to jerk off. He needed to cum. Right there.

He removed his suit and shoes in record speed, which was saying something, and checked out his appearance in the mirror, the skintight spandex clinging to every hard muscle in his body, especially his throbbing cock.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned as his hand connected with his dick through the red briefs of his costume. He was tempted to rip his suit open, but there was something about how damn hot he looked in the mirror that he wanted to keep the suit on. Maybe he’d cum straight inside his suit and let his load dry against his skin. After all, no one would know.

As Clark’s hand moved up and down his shaft, he felt the pressure building and . . .

“Someone help!”

A call for help. Somewhere close. The roof.

Without even thinking, Clark left his clothes on the floor of the restroom and flew out of the window and straight up to the roof where he found Jimmy Olsen who didn’t look like he was in distress at all.

“You called for help?” Clark asked in his deeper Superman voice.

Jimmy shrugged. “I just wondered how you were enjoying the new burgundy kryptonite I made, but it looks like you’re enjoying it a lot.”

Clark followed the line of Jimmy’s eye and realised that his dick was still tenting his costume, and there was a wet spot that had soaked through the spandex suit and the red briefs over the top.

“What burgundy kryptonite?” Clark asked, using his cape to try and hide his bulge.

“It uses properties of the red kryptonite that makes your inhibitions lower, but I tempered it with a few other chemicals to make it focus predominantly on sex. And based on the epic hard on you’ve got, I’d say it worked.”

“Why would you do that?” Clark hissed, confused as to why anyone would do that to him.

“So that this would be even more entertaining.”

Before Clark could even react, Jimmy threw a vial of fluid that smashed against Clark’s chest, the fluid immediately hitting his Superman suit. Clark opened his mouth to say how ridiculous Jimmy was being, but within seconds, the fluid began to writhe and move, and as it did, the Superman suit began to vanish.

“What the . . .”

Clark released his cape and backed up a step as his furry chest came into view, followed by his shoulders, biceps and forearms. The acid continued to eat away at his suit, revealing his stomach, his trimmed pubic hair, his meaty ass, his thick thighs, his muscular calves and then his feet. Second by second, the acid ate away at his costume, the suit, the red boots, the red briefs and his cape.

And then finally, the last patch of fabric vanished, and Clark’s cock slapped against his stomach with its new found freedom.

“What did you do to my suit?” Clark yelled as he clasped his hands over his still throbbing cock.

Jimmy pulled his phone out and started filming. “It was an acid solution combined with some nanotech that focuses specifically on destroying fabrics. Clever huh?”

“And what do you expect to happen now, Jimmy?” Clark said through gritted teeth.

“You’re gonna cum for me and then you can do whatever you want.”

Clark was furious, but whatever was in the kryptonite meant that he didn’t show it like he’d want to. He wanted to fly off and get his office clothes back on, but there was something that made him want to do what Jimmy asked. He wanted to jerk off. He wanted to cum. After all, wasn’t that exactly what he’d planned to do in the restroom? His cock was so hard, and he was so desperate to blow his load.

He could always destroy Jimmy’s phone later.

Without a word, Clark let the kryptonite take hold and wrapped his hand around his shaft, his entire body tingling as he finally got the skin-on-skin contact that he craved.

Jimmy couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched Superman start stroking his cock, his perfect muscular body glowing with sweat.

“Fuck, you’re really into this,” Jimmy said, his own dick pushing against the fly of his boxers.

Clark just growled as he pumped his dick faster, his balls drawing tight. Every muscle in his body locked as he finally started to cum. He moaned and panted as ropes of cum shot across the roof of the Daily Planet, Jimmy capturing every second on video.

As soon as he’d cum and caught his breath, it was like the effects of the Kryptonite had vanished. Clark clapped his hands over his sticky, semi-hard dick and glared at Jimmy.

“This isn’t over,” he said in the most dangerous voice he could manage whilst being naked and covered in cum.

Clark flew off of the roof, circled through the air and shot straight back through the window of the restroom, desperate to get some clothes on. But when he landed in the restroom, his clothes were no longer there.

He was butt naked in the middle of the city.

“This day just keeps getting better,” he sighed. “All in a day!”