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101 lines
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A "Super" J/O
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Clark hated these hot summer nights where the air hung heavy and sleep
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was impossible. A shaft of light from his open window cut across the
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middle of his bed while the muted sounds of the city below drifted into
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his ears. He rolled over, punched his pillow again and wished he could
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find relief.
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His topsheet long gone, he pulled off his tshirt. That made things a
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little cooler, but not much. He looked down at his briefs, and after a
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moment decided what the heck, he'd do anything to cool off. Jamming his
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thumbs into the waistband, he raised his ass and pushed against the
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humid cloth. They stuck for a moment, but then came free, sliding off
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his legs and down his feet. In frustration from the heat, he tossed
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them across the room.
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After a few more sleepless minutes, Clark realized that another frustra-
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tion was starting to build. Although not born of this planet, his race
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had the same genetic coding that provided all males with an ever-
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accessible playtoy. He looked down his rippled chest to this playtoy
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that now wanted attention. With his left hand he lifted it from his
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belly, admiring what the universe (and his parents) had given him. It
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was long and thick, and seemed to have a life of its own. Having been
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spared the "unkindest cut" by being born elsewhere, he was genetically
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different enough that if ever asked, he wouldn't be able to answer with
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just "cut" or "uncut." His hood was a bit smaller than the average
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human's, but there was no mistaking it was there.
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Pulled back, the hood revealed a very human-like bulbous head, that was
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throbbing with a very human-like desire. He licked his finger and
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touched the tip of his cock. Yeah, man, do me, do me now, it seemed to
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pulse.
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He grasped the shaft with his right hand, and electricity seemed to
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sweep down through his balls. His balls. Big ones, they were. Thick
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with cream and aching to be released. Wetting his left fingertips, he
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tickled his balls while his right hand moved slowly up, then down, his
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hard manmeat. He knew he would have to go slow; the drawback to super
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speed (and thus quick orgasms) is missing out on all the fun. Releasing
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the shaft, Clark licked his palm several times and then smeared the spit
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over the head and underside, making him tingle even more.
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Gently his hand slid along the shaft, his other hand still tickling his
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balls. Clark threw his head back into his pillow, enjoying the sensa-
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tion of skin rubbing skin. He closed his eyes. Perhaps a fantasy.
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Hmmmm.
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In his mind's eye, he pictured Lois standing in the doorway, wearing
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only a see-through negligee. Her pouty red lips pushed forward in
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anticipation of what Clark wanted to push past them. She took a step
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forward...
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Nah, that's not really doing anything for me, he thought, re-wetting his
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hand and continuing his up and down motions on his cock. OK, then,
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Jimmy stood in the doorway, his hard dick pointing directly at Clark.
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Nah, that's not it either. What the hell, he thought to himself. How
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about I just enjoy me?
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Clark opened his eyes and looked down at his crotch, illuminated by the
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light coming through the window. Yeah, man, he though, this is good.
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I've got a good body, and a great cock. He let go and watched his cock
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swing forward and slap against him. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the
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tip. It slowly oozed down the tip and onto his stomach, which his cock
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twitched and ached with need. Clark reached over to his nightstand and
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found his lube, which he smeared generously. His cock shone in the
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light, a monument to that which the universe gives to the male of the
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species. He grabbed it again, and now his sliding motions were accompa-
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nied by squishing sounds.
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Increasing his pace, his other hand traced rings around first one
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nipple, then the other. Flitting down the ripples of his chest and abs,
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he caressed his balls again, then explored further down. Still jacking
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himself, he prodded at his asshole, jabbing the area around his pros-
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tate.
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Clark closed his eyes and went to that place that can only be described
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as total sensation, no sight or sound, just the whirlwind of intensity
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of beating his meat and making it cum. All the energy in his body
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seemed to be flowing to his crotch, his cock swelling, his balls pulling
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close in anticipation of the explosion. Taking a deep breath, he jacked
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his shaft more quickly, the rumblings being about to burst forth. His
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other hand pushed harder against his asshole, wanting entrance to his
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prostate.
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Jack it. Faster. Harder. Squeeze tighter. Feel those balls ache,
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begging for release. His head jerked from side to side while his
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cockhead grew darker in intensity. Faster. Harder. Massage that
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prostate. Up and down the shaft his hand flew. Panting. Jacking.
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Wanting release.
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Clark shoved his hips in the air as the first stream of cum shot across
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his head and splatted against the wall. He groaned as the second one
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hit his chin and left a trail down his chest. Collapsing on the bed, he
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felt three more gobs of jism burst out of his cockhead. He yanked his
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finger out of his ass and lay exhausted, spent. Little bits of cum
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continued to dribble out. Finally he let go of his still-hard tool.
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After a few minutes he opened his eyes, and took a deep breath. The
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scent of warm, fresh manjuice tickled his nostrils and made him smile.
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He should have no trouble sleeping now.
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