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My humble submission and new obsession.  It’s my first original work and heavily influence by all the talent that has submitted over the year.  I’m hoping I get more parts going asap.   Sorry if the formatting is a little wonky.

 

Superman and the Cole Twins

 

Part 1

 

Clark walked into the new-ish campus gym and let the smells of sweat and chlorine wash over him.  It was late but that was the best time to “work out”.  Peace and quiet.  The smells were one thing but the sounds of conversations, rubber and metal clanking together on top of the heartbeats and footfalls of the other students were too distracting for his performance here. 

His physique had absorbed solar radiation for over 20 years and it showed.  At 6’1” and 225 pounds, he was a big guy.  If you passed him on the street you would swear he was a bodybuilder, leading to the problem of a secret identity.  If Clark Kent was going to get around in the world, he needed an excuse for his muscular frame.  During High School, he could claim that his physique came from a regimented schedule of farming responsibilities and a home gym.  Clark had now been in college in Indiana a couple of years and early on decided, as cover, he would “lift weights” and go through other motions that physical specimens of his caliber, were expected to be doing.  He had played some football in High School but because of his abilities he felt that it wasn’t fair in such a competitive setting.  College was supposed to ease him into more of an independent life before the obligations of his abilities overrode any sort of personal life.  

“Clark, buddy!”  boomed Dave Cole.  “Want to work in with us?”  Dave stood over the bench where his brother Butch was pressing a rapid set of what Clark could see was maybe 225 pounds.  He had overheard them frequently calling such light weights as their “warm up weight”. 

“Hey Dave, hey Butch.  Maybe later, need to change.”  Clark let his eye linger a little on the brothers as he made his way to the locker room.  Butch had sat up on the bench and was looking down at his pumped chest. 

As he was putting on his jock strap and shorts and t-shirt, his mind was on the twin brothers.  They were both around 6’2” and what Clark could guess was maybe 230-240 pounds each.  When Clark had started college, the brothers were a year older than him and maybe an inch shorter.  Within the last two years, they had grown to the point where they were practically as tall as Clark and wide to the point where their shoulders literally looked like boulders.  The striations on their chest muscles were always clearly visible through some chest hair and whatever shirt or tank top they chose for the day.  They looked like they were in competition shape, year round.  Clark had overheard them joke before about their “dick skin” look.  They were right, the brothers looked like they were just completely ripped.  His x-ray vision was seeing their body heat actually be a little higher than what you would think about a normal human.

These guys were always looking to get bigger and stronger, working with such an incredible discipline that you couldn’t help admire their dedication.  His own Kryptonian DNA absorbed pure sunlight and his muscles were pumped with straining energy from daily exposures.  He had never given much thought as he grew up around human beings that he was different from them.  But after high school and now college, he was doubtful that without some type of true Super-level resistance training his body would be ‘stuck’ at its current development for a while.  Although being able to lift a mountain was more than enough consolation for such concerns.

Heading back out onto the main floor, he started jumping some rope to act like he was warming up.  His senses were getting a bit of a break as the gym was empty except for two strong, slow heartbeats.  He looked up and around to see if maybe the brothers were close by but they were at the squat rack with an enormous amount of weight.  These guys were barely even breaking a sweat with 525 pound squats.  He watched Dave easily control the weight as his ass touched the floor and pause as he brought the bar back up to his full height.   Pumping out a set of 15, Dave racked the weight and Butch took his place.  His massive quads and calves exploding as he performed a set as equally impressive as Dave’s. 

The guys were decked in string tank tops and a pair of shorts that were loose enough around their upper legs but tight enough when their asses went all the way to the floor in a squat that you could see the straps of their jocks.  Dave had pulled one leg of his shorts up to his crotch and was flexing his massive legs in the mirror in front of him.  When he looked up from his own reflection, he caught Clark staring. 

With a smirk, he pulled the other side of the shorts up as well against his huge crotch and flexed both quads and calves into what appeared to be diamond hard muscle, snaked with large veins over top.  Butch racked his weight back and stood beside Dave, did the same thing and started comparing his massive legs to his brother’s.

“You going to jump rope all day or you going to do some damage?” Butch smiled in the mirror at Clark, bunching up his shorts against his large crotch and shaking a leg and then flexing it to a full stop.

“Man you guys are just huge.  What’s your secret?” Clark walked over to the squat rack and put one hand on the cold metal plates.

“Eat, eat, eat.  Gotta feed these muscles,” Dave grinned as he swept both arms in a circular motion flexing, bending forward into a most muscular pose to where his traps exploded on either side of his huge veiny neck.

Clark’s mouth must have dropped open because the brothers both chuckled. 

“Sorry, don’t mean to gawk.  You guys are goals, you know that right?”

With smiles on their faces, Dave playfully punched Butch in the pec.  It didn’t move, it was like stone.  The guys didn’t think of respecting physical space when they were talking about bodybuilding, they would show you the different muscle groups located where on your body or theirs; which muscles would be the focus of whatever exercise they were performing.  

Dave stepped over to Clark and pulled a side of his own shorts back up, “flex what you got buddy!”

Caught up in the moment, Clark did the same, pulled a side of his shorts up and flexed his leg hard.

“Jesus man, looking big!”  Butch walked over to the other side of Clark and did the same, comparing the brother’s legs to his Kryptonian muscle.  Before he could let his shorts fall back, Dave put a hand on Clark’s hairy leg, near the top of his quad and squeezed hard.  Clark grinned and flexed a little harder, then noticed Dave’s hand was squeezing his leg.  How was that possible?  His leg was supposed to be like steel but it was clearly giving way under Dave’s strong grip. 

“You need a pump big guy” Butch said as the three of them looked back to the squat rack. 

“I think I’m going to have to drop a little of that weight before I get under it.  You guys are on another level, y’know?

“Hell buddy, you need to train with us every day.  You could dwarf us, if we packed it on ya,” Butch said, looking Clark up and down.

“Butch, leave the kid alone.  Do you really want more competition?” Dave brought both arms up in front of him into a double bicep pose, the veins on top of the dense muscle fibers looking like raised rivers of power over and around the muscles.  The biceps exploded from thick slabs on his arms to a peak that Clark shook his head at.

“Fuck that Dave, keep testing me” Butch said with a grin as he brought both arms up on either side of his head, standing where he was holding one arm in front of Dave’s.  Clark got swept up into the moment and hiked his straining sleeves up on his t-shirt, and copied the two men.  Looking from his own mountain peak of striated bicep to theirs, both brothers leaned over in front of him and began their own comparisons.

“It’s gotta be steroids, right, man?”  Dave grinned at Clark.  Keeping one arm up, he reached with the other and got ahold of Clark’s right bicep peak.  Almost at the same time, Butch reached up with one hand and grabbed Clark’s left.  As they both felt Clark’s bicep, his steel muscle was giving way to their grips, probing of his muscle density. 

“Ow, guys!  You have got a helluva grip.  Remind me never to piss you off.”  Clark pulled away from the brothers who looked at each other and laughed. 

Butch slapped Clark on the back, almost knocking him forward, “Dude, we’re pussycats.”  He winked as he adjusted himself with his other hand.

Dave took some weight off the squat bar, “I think this is what you were working with last time” as he loaded about 360 pounds on the bar.

“Thanks, I’m definitely not on you guys’ level.  How much was that weight you were squatting Butch?  A VW Bug?”

“I wish Clark.  That’s some Superman level shit right there.  We’re going to go finish out with the Leg Press machine and some calf raises.  Oh and abs.”  Butch raised the bottom of his tank up about to his plated chest muscles.  His eight pack was cut and solid, covered with large veins almost seeing to want to burst through the skin containing them.  His adonis belt was cut and pointing down toward the heavy bulge below.  It was completely shave, with bit of the trimmed chest hair just above.  Like instinct, he put his left fist on that hip and tilted his long torso slightly to one side and raised the other arm, flexing it as if an offering to the gods. 

Clark smiled, “Mr. Universe, right here my friends…” he was looking around the empty room, trying to rally the crowd, pointing to Butch.

Realizing Dave was right behind him, Clark turned to see him pressing the entire calf raise rack, with a 45 pound plate chained to his waist.  Up and down, up and down.  Over and over, veins straining over solid muscled, pumping them to an incredible size.  At some point Clark realized he wasn’t counting the reps and couldn’t remember the last time he did, maybe around 45?  Dave stopped, unhooking his belt and lowered the plate to the ground with a gentle thud.

“I’m about done, Butch too, probably.  Gonna hit the treadmill for a little cardio and then I think we’re doing the steam room if it’s still open.  It can be pretty therapeutic for releasing toxins from your body and loosening muscles up after a good pump.”  Dave grinned. “Gotta stay loose, right?”

Clark felt his cheeks getting warm… was he blushing?  What the hell is Superman doing blushing?

“How can I refuse?”  Turning back to the squat rack with a sheepish grin, Clark squared up and started squatting the bar, his 365 pounds, not going quite to the bottom and feigning a little effort throughout.  In between sets he could see Butch and Dave, side by side on treadmills.  Running.  You would think these two large specimens would pound the treadmills at the pace they were going but no it was just an even, light ‘thud’.  Every muscle in their body was rigid but pliable and moving at the same time.  There was no flopping of large muscles, it was magnificent.

Clark realized he was getting hard.  He turned away and pulled at his shorts to try and reposition and hide his bulge. He sat at the leg extension facing away from the treadmills. 

Ok, he had to come to grips with something.  These guys were sex incarnate. 

He and Lana fooled around in High School a little but he couldn’t truly have sex with her.  He wouldn’t take that chance.  When his powers fully manifested and he could go to unpopulated areas, his guilt-level for getting off was a lot lower.  As long as no one was around.  It was safer that way.

But Kal El, the Superman, had other fantasies.  He starting to have more control over his powers and he would be able to do certain things and still provide safety for those participating.  While he first experimented with Lana, he still felt like an alien life form outside humanity. He could not keep himself isolated, he found all human genders incredibly erotic.  Kryptonians and human beings were built almost identical on the outside, down to the sexes and their similar reproductive functions.  But early on, Clark found that his super abilities had a heightening effect on his libido. 

Today the brothers had dialed that sensitivity up to ten thousand with just their presence.  He had spoken with them and worked in sets with them maybe six or seven times over the two years he was here but his mind was always distracted by crises of the day or even just the future.  Maybe his mature Kryptonian form had mating periods.  There was so much knowledge lost, it’s all just fragments now, scattered.

As soon as he thought he had spent a normal time working out, Clark finished up with legs and did some stretching; just happening be in view of the treadmills.  They were walking at a medium pace, ‘cooling down’.    

Clark headed to the locker room, and as he got through the door he heard Dave call out, “hey buddy, hold the door?”

The Cole twins strode in bare chested, tank tops in hand.  Dave tapped an appreciative fist against Clark’s shoulder with a thunk as he walked by.  Butch walked in scratching the trimmed hair on his chest.

The locker room was a modern open area with lockers along the walls with sinks, mirrors and stacks of towels, and grooming stations on the walls facing the lockers.  There was a door to the showers, a door to the steam room and a door to the pool.  Both the steam room and the pool had signs they were closed.  Going down the short hall to the steam room, Dave opened the unlocked door to test it and then fiddled with the controls on the wall outside. 

“Give that about 10 minutes and it should be steam time.  Tricks of the gym trade,” Dave chuckled.

Clark’s locker was a ways down from the guys.  He peeled off his t-shirt and used it to wipe imaginary sweat off his dark hairy arm pits, then up and down his torso.  He felt pretty proud of his own build.  Thick pecs, dark perfect chest hair, covering his six pack abs, with a clear adonis belt of his own.  His shoulders and arms were large with veins running down each bicep and forearms.  His legs were hairy, big and defined with concrete calves.  He turned and went to grab a couple of towels from the sinks and realized that Dave and Butch had pulled off their shorts and were posing in the mirror close by.

Concentrating, Clark tried to distinguish differences in their builds.  Their bodies were near identical.  They had similar hairstyles, brown hair brushed over to the same side, neatly trimmed with a tight fade at the bottom.  Dave and Butch both had neatly trimmed brown chest hair with shave abs.  Their forearms had trimmed brown hair as well.  Their legs were completely shaved, accentuating their physiques.  They each wore a large black cotton jockstrap that pulled their cocks down by their balls very tight.  Across the elastic band was written “Addicted” in yellow on both.

As if in unison, both stepped forward on the same foot towards the mirror into a most muscular pose.  Their traps exploded on top of their shoulders into powerful backs.  Their reflection in the mirror of their fronts was ungodly.  It was easy to just stand there and stare.  He looked up and they were watching him, grinning.  He stripped his own shorts off, threw them on the bench beside his t-shirt and walked over to them in his own solid red jock.  He had adjusted himself before he turned and now he felt his cock wanting to strain against the fabric but he kept it under excruciating control.   

Butch pulled at the front of his jock, trying to adjust himself.  “Damn, this thing is distracting.”  Clark wondered if he meant the jock or his semi monstrous erection.  Then he realized that it was just soft. 

“Idea!”  Dave strode back down the hall, taking the ‘Closed’ sign from the pool door.  He affixed it on the outside of the men’s locker room door.  When he came back in, he turned the lock on the door. 

He knew the staff person on duty: Deena.  “She’s a nice chick but she could care less about rounds or even who was here.  Plus no one is coming in at this hour.”  Dave looked at Butch first then met Clark’s gaze.

“Looks like we can let the beasts out of the cage.” 

As Dave was speaking, Butch was pulling his jock down taking it off completely and tossing it on their gym bags.  Butch pulled at his meat a couple of times, to air it out from being stuck to his heavy balls and then let it hang.

Dave was more deliberate.  He pulled the band down and rolled it over so the “Addicted” was upside down and the colors were reversed.  He turned and flexed his glutes, stretching the waistband down over his ass.  Clark caught a glimpse of Dave’s tanned hole, “My god,” he had to keep himself from whispering and hope that he didn’t actually.

With a grin, Dave turned and pulled his jock over his legs and out each foot.  He looked like he was flexing every muscle in his body.  His cock hung there, thick and heavy.  He wasn’t hard, either.  Clark then realized Dave wasn’t flexing.  His body was just a solid mass of power. 

Butch went into a side chest post, with his raised leg side facing them. 

Dave shook Clark’s shoulder seeming to almost wake him from a daze.  “C’mon buddy, let’s hit it!”

The mirror showed three massive muscle men hitting perfect forms.  Clark flexed as hard as he could, almost shaking with forcing his muscles to their most pumped.  The Cole twins looked relaxed, as if this was no exertion.

Putting his hands on his hips and spreading his lats to their widest, Butch signaled the next flex.

Dave and Clark followed with their own.  Clark’s spread was definitely not as wide as theirs.  These men were dwarfing Superman but it helped that he was humble and not so proud to admit they were sex gods.   

“Maybe I do need some help in the training department.”  Clark grinned and turned to face them.

“Dude you are jacked.  Do not let anyone tell you different.”  Butch put a hand on Clark’s shoulder and gave a slight squeeze.  “Are you doing any fitness modeling?  Camming?  Onlyfans bullshit?” he grinned. 

“Naw brother! Clark’s a kept man!  You don’t look like that and pay for jack shit.”  Dave couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.  “Buddy we are just pulling your chain.  You do you.  As long as you look like that doing it!”

Did Butch’s cock just twitch?  Clark thought, “that grin he’s giving me, it’s like the friendliest version of the cat who could eat the canary.”  They stared at him for a little too long and then looked at each other and nodded.

“Fellas, I do believe our steam room is ready.”  Dave bowed and pointed down the hall.  “Grab your towels and let’s loosen up.”

Clark pulled down his jock and grabbed a towel.  A whistle came from behind him.

“Jesus christ, man.  You’re packing,” Dave beamed at him.

“That’s nice of you but I gotta say you guys have got to be popular with all the ladies,” making a cheesy ‘hubba hubba’ gesture with one hand.

Butch looked at Dave and doubled over into laughter, his soft monster cock flopping a little as he slowly got his chuckles under control.  “He’s really a boy scout, ain’t he?” slapping Dave on his massive pec.

All three men strode down the hall and went into the steam room.  It was a smaller area, with a tile bench attached to the wall in an ‘L’ shape.  Steam was flowing from the floor and the room was hot.  Spreading a towel out to sit on, Clark sat down in the back area, facing the door.  Dave and Butch sat on either side of him, kind of close. 

“Buddy, we’re popular with all types.  Guys, gals, you name it.  Ok, well not the animal kingdom, that’s a little too messed up.”  Butch put a hand on Clarks knee and gave it a squeeze.  “But dude, you’re extraordinary.”

Dave put a hand on Clarks other leg.  “You were kind of giving us ‘fuck me’ eyes out on the gym floor.”

Butch leaned in and kissed Clark hard, forcing his tongue into his mouth, he wrapped on hand behind his head, pulling him in.  For a second Clark tried to resist but Butch flexed his bicep in front of his face, pulled hard on his head and said “Kiss it!”  His tone meant he was not to be denied.  Clark realized he couldn’t move his head.  Butch’s huge hand had the back of his neck and squeezed a warning, moving him closer to his huge arm.  When he reached up to grab the arm with one hand to steady himself, Butch pulled his head away from his arm and spit into Clark’s mouth and then pulled his head up to his, kissing him, Butch’s probing tongue was playful, an intimacy Clark had never encountered.

His cock swelled up rock hard and slapped his hairy abs.  “Ohhhh” he moaned until Butch engulfed his mouth in his own again.  At the same time, a mouth closed around his thick uncut cock.  Every muscle in his body tensed and pleasure raced from the head of his cock up his spine.  In the back of his mind he realized that if Dave kept his mouth on his cock for too long, he might kill him when he cums.

He started to push Dave’s head away as Dave took him completely in his mouth.  Clark was eight inches fully hard, thick as hell.  This new sensation had his cock more swelled and throbbing than he thought was possible.  Dave’s lips slid back up the full length to the tip of his foreskin, the suction was incredible.  He slowly started again, pushing Clark’s foreskin down below his flaring head while taking the whole length into his mouth again.  He could feel every movement of Dave’s tongue, every flexing of his throat muscles.

He reached up to push Dave off his cock, he felt like he could explode at any moment.  He started to panic, he was going to kill this god of a man. 

Dave grabbed the wrist of his arm on his side and pulled it over to his lap, where his soft cock started to thicken.

“No, no, no, no,” muffled cries of ecstacy as Butch was kissing him.  He tried to reach up again to push off Dave with his opposite arm and Butch grabbed that wrist, pulling his hand down to feel his massive, hard cock.  He wrapped Clark’s hand around his girth, his hand wasn’t big enough to wrap around it but Butch’s was.  He looked down from the massive neck, down the furry pecs that were striated beyond belief, down the eight pack, to the monster cock he now had in his hand. 

His face contorted into fear and pleasure, he whispered “Oh no!” and filled Dave’s mouth with ejaculate until it filled his mouth and kept going. 

“Dude, it’s ok.  We have that effect on people a lot!”  Butch grinned, standing up in front of Clark, his foot-long cock fully hard and inches away from Clark’s face, “now it’s your turn.”

Panicked, Clark looked down at Dave expecting to see a dead man.  Nope.  Dave seemed to be eagerly cleaning up every bit of Clark’s load.  Dave wasn’t dead.  Clark’s orgasm didn’t kill him. 

‘What the fuck?!  You mean I could have been fucking this whole time?!?!’ A frustrated look of confusion must have crossed his face.  *Wham!*  *Wham!*

Butch was using his cock like a battering ram, smacking the side of Clark’s head.  He looked up and Butch gave an evil grin.  “He doesn’t like it when you keep him waiting.”

Clark took the huge cock in both hands and pulled the foreskin back, exposing a massive throbbing head shaped like a battering ram.  Butch thrust his hips forward, pushing more of his cock between Clark’s hands.  As he somehow fit the head in his mouth, he began to work his tongue and suction gently taking it slowly so his abilities wouldn’t hurt him.  “C’mon man, I’m not made of glass” punching Clark in the side of the head with one large fist.  “Open up, give me what you got.”

Clark was seeing stars for a second.  He felt that.  In a big way.

Slam! “Open. Up” and with an “Ahhhhhh” Butch’s cock was all the way down Clark’s throat.  His eyes were bulging, unable to believe the size of it.  Before he could recover, Butch pulled out fully with a ‘pop!’ and stepped up onto the tile bench.  Dave indicated for him to get to his feet and Butch’s cock was face level with him and he reached up and grabbed it with both hands.  He wanted to worship it, treat it like the rare thing it is.  He looked up at Butch who had one hand on the ceiling, striking an almost Olympia style pose.  *Wham!* *Wham!*  Stars again

“Don’t keep me waiting, kid, else you won’t be getting just a love tap.”  Butch folded his arms over his chest and looked down at Clark.

With no hesitation he took all of Butch in his mouth in one stroke, two strokes, all the way in and all the way out.  With a shudder, Butch reached down and grabbed Clarks head in his hands and started slowly pumping.  Reaching up to feel the abs, the furry chest, a pair of fingers started gently pulling, probing Clark’s ass checks from behind.

Butch started speeding up the strokes in and out of his mouth and let out a low growl.  At the same time, Clark tried to clinch his cheeks together.  He wasn’t sure if he was ready for this next step.  Dave reached around and found Clark’s cock was rock hard again.  Dave’s bicep flexed against his hip, and his other arm reached around and started pulling at Clark’s balls, gently massaging them. He flexed his bicep on the other side of Clark’s hip, holding him steady.  Clark’s ass unclenched after a couple of strong strokes down his throat and Dave’s tongue found an opening in his ass. Diving into the warm, superhero muscle ass, his tongue reached the hole and began to gently, then harder, penetrate.  Clark tried clenching it shut but between the massive cock using his mouth and throat like a piston , and Dave’s hard tongue firmly pressing into ass, and the strongest arms he can remember holding his hips, and huge hands squeezing his cock stroking it into unprecedented size…. Dave released him and stood up.

Butch sat down on the bench, his behemoth laying against his hard abs and chest.  Dave put his hands on Clark’s hips and guided him forward into Butch’s grasp.  He reached up and grabbed the back of Clark’s neck and in one motion forced him down into his lap, his face resting between the erect cock standing up and the heavy balls laying across massive quads. “Mpphmph” as Butch grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him in for a deep kiss.  Dave’s tongue disappeared and was replaced by the head of Dave’s massive cock resting on his back, just above his crack.  A shudder went down his spine and Butch pushed his cock back into Clark’s mouth and again grabbed his head with both hands and began to pump his hips and use his hands to hold Clark’s head in position. 

Dave’s cock was generating so much heat and it was heavy laying on his ass.  He began to pump his cock up and down along his crack, each time sliding a little lower until…. “Mapphphh!” Butch pulled Clarks head completely down on his cock at the same time Dave’s head popped into Clark’s hole. 

His eye started watering, bulging.  Butch slowly returned to fucking his face.  “Jesus, Dave I almost shot my load when he clinched, well, everything”

“Dude, I’m not sure I can get it in any more.  It’s so tight and it feels like there’s a wall.”  Dave’s own identical battering ram shaped cock head sat just inside Clark’s hole, throbbing.

*Wham!* *Wham!* *Wham!* 

Butch had released his right hand and immediately gave two punches to the side of Clark’s head and followed those up with a knee into his diaphragm.

Making a choking sound, Clark almost went limp.  He didn’t have strength to mount any resistance and Dave pushed a good five inches of his rod into his ass.  Butch had hold of Clark’s head again, and with a “Yesss”, he pushed as deep as he could go into his throat.

“Ahhh, that’s about six inches in, feels like you’re taking a beer-can I bet… ohhh yeah….that’s right squeeze a little tighter, just gonna make me harder…this ass HAS to be virgin…  it’s soooo tight, feel me stroking in and out right now?  You just took a couple more inches… Butch is he cryin’ yet?  Don’t wanna hurt the big guy….ohh you’re grabbing my cock so tight, relax some… otherwise it’ll just be like a cock ring, swelling my beast up.. shit buddy, we’re getting close to finding the end of the tunnel…”

Dave let out of low “yeeeeahhhhhhhhh” as he slid in the last, thickest part into Clark’s hole.  He slapped Clark’s ass with one hand, sending a ripple across the dense muscle.  Dave’s muscles in his lower abdomen pressed up firm against his ass checks, mashing them, making sure every bit of his cock was inside his hole.

Clark felt like his insides were being split open.  Dave’s cock was getting bigger inside him.  He tried to relax and breathe but Butch had picked up the pace and was now forcing his own massive cock down Clark’s throat, intent on each stroke being more powerful than the last. His hands moved from the sides to the top and bottom of Clark’s head, yanking his jaw when he could.

“Fuck man, every time you stroke he clenches, I ain’t gonna hold it for long!”  Dave withdrew his cock in one stroke with a loud sigh from Clark, then stuck his face into Clark’s ass mashing the cheeks apart, sticking his tongue about an inch inside.

Butch pulled his mammoth cock out of Clark’s mouth, looked at him and spit into his slack mouth.  Tears had been streaming down his face and saliva was thick and drooling from his chin.  “Hey Dave, I think he likes it”

“We don’t want him broken, Butch, so let’s get a little creative.”

The Colossus sized brothers stood and lifted Clark to his feet.  Butch turned Clark to face Dave and suddenly put him in a full nelson.  Clark tried to break free.  Butch’s arms wrapped around the back of his neck and pushed his head down.  His massive chest pushed into his back, his arms were pushed straight up, Butch was going to dislocate his shoulders!  At the last second, Butch eased off.  Clark was in a daze, he was being manhandled by two of the most powerful humans he’d ever met. 

“Hey kid, daydream on your own time!”  Butch pulled him up, this time lifting him off the ground in the same full nelson hold.  He could feel Butch’s cock burning against his ass, pulsing with that same slow heartbeat.  Butch pulled his hips back and the monster slid down his ass until he could feel the thick tip find the spot underneath the ass and start pushing.  Clark’s initial reaction was to resist, to hold his legs together.  “Aw man, you’re gonna drive me nuts acting like you don’t want this,” and Butch pushed his cock through, under Clark’s balls.  He could feel it throbbing between his legs, Butch was battering further until he felt Clark’s soft ass mash against his unstoppable muscle.

Clark looked down when Dave did.  Butch’s cock had pushed Kryptonian muscle apart like they were nothing.  It was standing straight ahead, throbbing, powerful.  Dave grinned and lined up Clark’s once impressive cock on top of Butch’s, pushing both balls to either side of the massive meat Clark was now riding.  Butch leaned back some, raising Clark farther off the ground to where his back and legs were pressed against almost all of him.  “You feel that, don’t you kid… I could probably hold you up with my monster just by itself, like you were sitting on one of the most powerful steel beams in the world… yeah, we ARE that strong… you’re just getting a little taste of it now…. are you going to be able to handle more?”

His own proud cock was about to burst it was so hard.  Dave put a hand around both Clark’s and Butch’s cocks, and then lay his cock over Clark’s.  Butch began to pump behind him and he let him lean back into the unmoving wall of muscle.  Dave’s monster really brought into contrast how much bigger they both were than Superman.  In every way.

His legs were swept up under each of Dave’s arm.  He was now suspended against Butch behind and Dave up front.  “Little help?”  Dave grinned and made his cock jump.  It slapped against the bottom of his ass once, twice, the third time it pressed against Clark’s hole.  Butch felt some resistance and pushed down on his nelson hold when Dave nodded and in a swift motion pushed up with his hips and down on his arms, demolishing the once resistant hole, pushing all the way in.  Clark’s resistance was shattered.  His ass was on fire.  Dave began stroking, ten, nine, eight inches to go, seven, six, at five inches he would flex his cock, swelling it up and smashing his way back in to the hilt. 

His insides were sore, Dave picked up the pace and his strokes got even longer.  ‘Why is my invulnerability not protecting me?’ Clark had little time to figure it out.

“Yeah buddy, yeah, still tight… think we got a virgin hole tonight Butch… you really need to get in on this…” Dave pumped faster and faster.  Butch switched from holding Clark in a full nelson to slinging one of Clark’s arms around Butch’s neck and holding up Clark with one hand under his ass.  He could feel Butch stroking his meat with his other arm underneath his back, smacking it against his spine.

With a growl, Dave started pumping so fast Clark almost passed out.  Clark opened his eyes and Dave roared, pushing in all the way.  He was held here, spasm after spasm of Dave’s cock unleashed what felt like a flood in his insides.  His orgasm lasted about 30 seconds, pulse after pulse, cum started pouring out around the hilt of still massively erect cock.  Clark started flexing his ass as best he could and Dave jerked his head up to look at him in shock, “fuck man, it’s never going down if you keep doing that.”

Butch wrapped a huge arm around Clark and with the other under his ass, lifted him off Dave’s cock.

It felt to Clark like Dave would never slide out of him and when Butch lifted him up, he pulled him off Dave’s pipe with a pop and a flood of cum.  “Bro, your cock is still leaking and you left all that inside him?”

Dave grinned “and you thought his mouth was good…”

Butch set Clark down on wobbly legs.  He playfully slapped him in the face to bring him around. 

“Hey, no tapping out now buddy!  Dave and I are into sharing!”

Butch pulled Clark close to him, wrapping his arms around him.  He started assaulting Clark’s mouth.  “Fuck you are a good kisser!”  Clark reached up and wrapped his arms around Butch’s neck.  Butch pulled Clark’s body into him tighter.  Every inch of Butch that pressed against Clark seemed like the hardest thing he’s ever felt.  He pulled one hand around and started feeling Butch’s chest.  With what seemed like little effort, Clark’s feet were again off the ground.  Butch used his legs to pry Clark’s apart and with one hand still bearhugging him, he pulled one of Clark’s legs up toward his quad.  Clark took the hint and moved the other leg so that Butch could lean back and get underneath his ass with his mammoth tool and still be able to keep one arm free.

Clark was almost shaking in anticipation. As far as he could tell the brothers had identical cocks but with Butch kissing him, roughing him up, stretching his throat out, he felt like this was the main event of the night.  He looked straight into Butch’s eyes and nodded.

“Yeeeeah, let’s see what all the fuss is over this not-so-virgin hole.  You ready for me muscle boy?” Dave stood behind him and lined up Butch’s cock against Clark’s asshole.  Butch slowly started letting Clark slide down his body.  “Fuck boy, your ass keeps pulsing against my cock like that and it’s never going to fit.”  Butch adjusted his one arm bearhug to let Clark lean back out away from him and squatted down a little with his legs, spreading Clark’s legs out wider as well.  With one swift motion, he jerked Clark down on his cock about three inches.  His response was to try and climb Butch to pull himself off another massive tool that was invading his insides. 

“Hey Dave, check this out.” With one arm, Butch leaned Clark back, grabbing the cock that had been squashed between Clark and his muscle.  With the other massive arm still supporting Clark’s lower back, Butch used Clark’s cock as push point, jerking it up and down.  Clark began to groan and push at Butch’s hand.  Feeling his ass pulsing, Butch slammed the rest of his herculean cock all the way home.  “Yeeeaaaahhhh, Dave, I don’t think you stretched him out enough.”

Clark’s first instinct was to try pushing himself up and to climb Butch’s massive form.  Butch responded by using his free arm to reach under Clark’s ankle, pulling it up over his shoulder and spreading Clark’s ass even farther apart.  “Grab my neck and hang on kid.”  Leaning back so he was supporting most of Clark’s weight, changing the center of gravity had the effect of pressing Clark’s hole all the way to Butch’s steely pelvic bone. 

“Gimme that other leg,” flipping the other ankle up over the other shoulder.  Clark was pressed hard up against Butch who was standing, leaning slightly back so he was supporting all of the weight.  Clark’s arms were slung around his neck.  Butch had both of his pythons locked around Clark’s lower back.

Dave sat down and admired the sight, his cock standing at full attention once again, slowly jerking it up and down while he watched Butch long stroke his perfect cock in and out of the most perfect ass.

“We are stretching that hole out tonight, aren’t we boy?  You like taking massive muscle cock?” Clark looked scared but said “Yes sir”.  Butch invaded Clarks mouth, biting his lip, fucking his mouth with his tongue as soon as he said “sir”.  He was moving his cock in and out of Clark’s ass so fast it was burning.  His hands moved down from his lower back to Clark’s ass.  Each hand had a solid hold on each cheek, almost pulling at the muscle, deforming it with his grip.  Clark let out a little yelp and Butch stopped stoking and left his cock fully inside again.

“Did I hurt your ass?” He began massaging it while his monster cock’s pulse was slow and steady.  Clark could feel almost every vein and he could feel the shape of the battering ram-type head deep in his gut.  He realized that Butch had let go of him, that he was hanging off a mountain of muscle impaled on the most perfect cock he’d ever seen.  He shook his head no and grinned.

“Ohhh, being a little playful huh.  I’ve been gentle so far but we can turn the dial up a couple of notches.”

“Butch, hey, we don’t wanna break him on his first night,” Dave grinned at his brother.

The whole time, Butch started slowly lifting Clark up off his cock and then lowering him back down.  Foot long strokes.  He was handling Clark’s massive 6’1” 225 pound body like he weighed nothing.  Clark’s cock was being rubbed up and down the massive chest and washboard abs.  The sensation was incredible, he could feel every ridge and valley. 

“I could fuck your hole all night… you thought you had a big dick but now you’re learning what big is… feel that stroke… my monster filling up your insides… I knew you could take it… yeah, love your hairy legs…” Butch rubbed his face over one of Clark’s calves.  He stopped lifting Clark up vertically and, leaning forward, bent almost all the way over to switch to horizontal strokes so Clark was almost hanging off his neck.  He started long stroking back and forth, each time pounding Clark’s hard cock against his massive body.

“Every time I go all the way in your whole cunt spasms… can you feel me swellin’… soon it’s gonna be filling your insides with Butch’s cum… then you’re Butch’s bitch… oh that hole is getting tight, or is that me?  Hehehe, yeah that’s all me.  Dave may be big… But ain’t nobody is big as Butch!”

With that his whole body flexed and Butch’s cock popped out and sprayed Clark and Dave with a massive amount of cum.  Butch dropped Clark onto his feet so fast and pushed him to his knees it made Clark’s head spin.  Still spurting cum, Butch forced open Clark’s jaws and slammed his cock home, Still thrusting his pelvis.  “DRINK IT!” Butch yelled as it started pouring out of Clark’s mouth and nose.  Butch pushed all the way in one last time with a “Fuck yeah!”

Clark still felt the massive cock draining itself of cum.  He did what he could until he was sure Butch’s beast was finished.  When he let go of Clark’s jaw and pulled himself out of his mouth, he stroked it and smeared out what was left onto Clark’s face.  “I just improved your looks tenfold”

Dave and Butch broke out into laughter, and Clark did too after a few seconds, looking up at the massive brothers. 

“Here buddy, let me help you up, can you stand?”  Dave lifted him up and set him on his feet.

“Thanks, yeah, I’m ok”

Clark’s ass was on fire but his mind was all over the place.  What just happened?  He was Superman.  The strongest being on Earth.  But these guys manhandled him like he was just some guy.  What was the explanation?  They hardly broke a sweat lifting or running.  Their heartbeats were really slow but they seem to have a higher temperature than regular people, did they have a Meta gene?  Most concerning of all is that he seemed to be no match in the strength department with these guys.  He had been worried that any sexual activity Clark would engage in would result in harm or death for normal people.  But there seemed to be no such danger with Butch and Dave.  He didn’t sense any kryptonite around, no strange feeling when being subjected to magic, or red solar rays.  He had to find out.

“Fellas, it’s time to hit the showers” Butch signaled that he was done for the night, playfully popping Clark on the butt with the towel.  “Get going kid”

They turned on a few shower heads in the public shower and Clark realized he was covered with cum, inside and out.  “Jeez, is that amount of cum normal for you guys?”

Washing his big balls and cock Dave said, “We just got off this morning and you’re lucky we did”

“I could fuck that hole again right this second, dude,” he gave Clark and intense look, “if we get pent up for too long, we start getting a little short with each other.  We have to do it at least once a day.  But hey, if you’re a twin you’re automatically a narcissist so getting off to yourself is more like masturbation.  And if you look like us, we could have fuck toys lined up out the door waiting.  But we’re a little too much, too strong for the common folk.”

“That’s an understatement.  How the hell did you guys get so strong?  Steroids?”  Clark probed

“Yeah, we run cycles and it does help.  You wanna try one?  Get big like us?”  Dave’s face lit up.

“No one’s like us,” Butch’s body was gleaming from the shower and steam as he flexed into a double bicep.  Clark could swear his arms looked even bigger.

“No one,” Dave agreed hitting his own double bicep pose.  Clark was definitely convinced both of them looked bigger.

“Like I said, goals.”  Clark lathered up and began to wash.  Both muscle men came over and started helping him wash.  Their massive hands ran all over his body, touching, squeezing his muscles.  Clark started to get hard at their touch, feeling their unyielding bodies pressed against him while the water ran over them.  Dave rubbed soap over his crack and lower back to scrub and Clark’s cock came to attention.  Butch looked over at Dave and whistled, “he does have a nice one.”  He grabbed it and started stroking it.  Clark felt something hard against his ass. 

Dave and Butch stood in front of Clark as all three stroked their cocks.  Clark put a hand on Butch’s chest, who flexed it and made it roll up and down.  Butch still had Clark’s cock and was roughly stroking it.  The brothers held their cocks out, comparing to each other.  Butch pulled Clark closer to them and they compared Clark’s to theirs.  It made their cocks surge, getting larger and larger.  Laying Clark’s cock on top of theirs, Butch said, “I bet no one’s ever called you ‘lil guy’ before.  You’re prolly in the only company that ever could.” 

Dave stroked his cock, shaking his head slowly.  “Clark, pal, don’t take offense.  No one except maybe Superman could even compare to us.”

Butch laughed, stoking his own monster, “that guy probably fucks. He’s the only one I’d let take my ass.  It takes a Superman to tame this muscle!”  Releasing his cock, he turned and hit a rear double biceps pose.  His back looked like muscle on mound of muscle.

Clark shuddered, “oh fuuuck” and with that shot a load all over Butch’s naked backside.

Butch spun back around and with a wicked gleam said, “Dave, I don’t think we’re done here just yet.”

Before Dave could speak, Butch grabbed Clark by the arm, flipped him around facing the shower wall. He was stroking his bloated cock up and down across the crack of Clark’s ass and one massive arm pressing Clark face first against the wall. 

“I’m not sure you figured out your place, boy, but I’m going to remind you.” With that Butch once again sunk his blood surged cock to the hilt inside Clark.  Pressed against the wall, his own cock hadn’t gone down from just cumming.

Butch pushed down on Clark’s hip with the one hand, making his ass arch out.  He started piston fucking Clark, placing his free hand around the back of his neck.  “Oh you think I want your fucking cum all over me?  You don’t know cum… I’m gonna pump you full, load # 3 today is gonna be a flood….feel my veiny muscle cock railing you?  Feel that power… I got you with one hand… your leg press is what I curl… yeah, it’s almost there…” Butch kicked Clark’s legs farther apart, leaning more on Clark’s lower back to gain more momentum.  “Yeah my little muscle bitch, Butch’s muscle bitch… we shoulda laid some ground rules… first rule is You ”<thrust> ”can’t” <thrust> ”compete” <thrust> ”with” <thrust> ”us!” <thrust> “….yeah, just gonna leave it parked in there for a minute… feel me flexing it, ripping your insides up… “ Butch reached around Clark’s narrow waist and seized his cock in a tight grasp.  “fuck yourself on my dick… it's ok, you know you’re starting to crave it… I’m just going to hit a pose or two… don’t worry you ain’t budging me from this spot…”

Clark started rocking back and forth on Butch’s cock, each pivot Butch’s hand squeezed Clark’s cock so that he was being fucked by Butch while fucking Butch’s hand.  He let out an “ohh fuuuuck” as he quickly picked up the pace as Butch hit a double bi pose and locked it there.  Clark was slamming against Butch but it was like fucking yourself on a horse cocked wall.  Butch’s hand tightened his grip and he broke his pose to whisper in Clark’s ear “Here comes another muscle load,” and pushed Clark against the wall, mercilessly pounding his hole after releasing Clark’s cock.  He was pushing him so hard against the wall, the tile started cracking.  Pushing Clark’s head against the wall cracking the tiles in a head shape, Butch slammed him so hard Clark’s cock was smashed against the wall. 

“Yeaaahhhhh, fuuuuuck!”  Butch held his cock deep inside and Clark was trapped between muscle he couldn’t comprehend and the cracking wall.  With that final push he felt Butch’s cum start gushing into his insides.  It sprayed out like a waterfall as Butch continued his primal grunts, his cock pulsing wave after wave of cum.  His arm braced against Clark’s back he leaned in again and whispered, “that’s some real super muscles I got there… you love ‘em… especially the strongest <cock flex> muscle <cock flex> of all <cock flex>” Butch stood there still deep inside Clark, water trying to wash away the stream of cum that was still coming out of Clark’s ass.  Butch’s cock was still hard, he could still feel a stream still emptying out inside his fuck toy. 

Clark realized he had blown another load when his Butch was grinding him against the wall, he hadn’t been touching himself, Butch had been hitting a spot like a human prostate except it was farther up inside a Kryptonian’s anatomy.

Pushing himself away from the wall, Butch and Dave broke out into laughter. 

“Kid, you just survived getting smashed” Butch grinned and pointed to the outline shape of the broken tile.  You could even see the spot where Clark’s cock was driven into the wall orgasmed.

“Fuck it’s late, we need to get home and get some sleep,” Dave scratched his balls absently, signaling that tonight was over.

It was pretty quiet as everyone finished cleaning and drying off.  As they got dressed and started walking through the gym to the exit.  Dave turned and got a little serious.

“Did we scare you off buddy?”  Dave put a hand on Clark’s shoulder and gave a little squeeze.  Clark winced at how hard the squeeze was.  These guys definitely had to be supers.

“No sirree bob.  When’s more?” Clark said with as much Midwestern charm as possible. ‘I have to figure these guys out, the sooner the better,’ Clark thought to himself.

“How about tomorrow night, same time,” Butch winked at him and smiled.  “We’re doing a heavy chest workout if you think you can keep up.  We don’t want to overdo it.  Building these muscles takes a little time.”  Grinning he pulled a bicep up and flexed it hard.  “You do like these don’t cha, your mouth is open again…” and he laughed.

Clark blushed again, twice in one night!  “Can’t wait to be just as big!”

Dave and Butch started towards the exit.  By the time they got to the car they had huge smiles on their faces. 

“Do you think he’ll figure it out?”  Dave looked out into the night sky

“By the time he does it’ll be waaayyy too late.”  Butch started laughing.  The thought made his monster cock swell and he pulled at the jock to readjust.

 

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My humble submission and new obsession.  It’s my first original work and heavily influence by all the talent that has submitted over the year.  I’m hoping I get more parts going asap.   Sorry if the formatting is a little wonky.

 

Superman and the Cole Twins

 

Part 1

 

Clark walked into the new-ish campus gym and let the smells of sweat and chlorine wash over him.  It was late but that was the best time to “work out”.  Peace and quiet.  The smells were one thing but the sounds of conversations, rubber and metal clanking together on top of the heartbeats and footfalls of the other students were too distracting for his performance here. 

His physique had absorbed solar radiation for over 20 years and it showed.  At 6’1” and 225 pounds, he was a big guy.  If you passed him on the street you would swear he was a bodybuilder, leading to the problem of a secret identity.  If Clark Kent was going to get around in the world, he needed an excuse for his muscular frame.  During High School, he could claim that his physique came from a regimented schedule of farming responsibilities and a home gym.  Clark had now been in college in Indiana a couple of years and early on decided, as cover, he would “lift weights” and go through other motions that physical specimens of his caliber, were expected to be doing.  He had played some football in High School but because of his abilities he felt that it wasn’t fair in such a competitive setting.  College was supposed to ease him into more of an independent life before the obligations of his abilities overrode any sort of personal life.  

“Clark, buddy!”  boomed Dave Cole.  “Want to work in with us?”  Dave stood over the bench where his brother Butch was pressing a rapid set of what Clark could see was maybe 225 pounds.  He had overheard them frequently calling such light weights as their “warm up weight”. 

“Hey Dave, hey Butch.  Maybe later, need to change.”  Clark let his eye linger a little on the brothers as he made his way to the locker room.  Butch had sat up on the bench and was looking down at his pumped chest. 

As he was putting on his jock strap and shorts and t-shirt, his mind was on the twin brothers.  They were both around 6’2” and what Clark could guess was maybe 230-240 pounds each.  When Clark had started college, the brothers were a year older than him and maybe an inch shorter.  Within the last two years, they had grown to the point where they were practically as tall as Clark and wide to the point where their shoulders literally looked like boulders.  The striations on their chest muscles were always clearly visible through some chest hair and whatever shirt or tank top they chose for the day.  They looked like they were in competition shape, year round.  Clark had overheard them joke before about their “dick skin” look.  They were right, the brothers looked like they were just completely ripped.  His x-ray vision was seeing their body heat actually be a little higher than what you would think about a normal human.

These guys were always looking to get bigger and stronger, working with such an incredible discipline that you couldn’t help admire their dedication.  His own Kryptonian DNA absorbed pure sunlight and his muscles were pumped with straining energy from daily exposures.  He had never given much thought as he grew up around human beings that he was different from them.  But after high school and now college, he was doubtful that without some type of true Super-level resistance training his body would be ‘stuck’ at its current development for a while.  Although being able to lift a mountain was more than enough consolation for such concerns.

Heading back out onto the main floor, he started jumping some rope to act like he was warming up.  His senses were getting a bit of a break as the gym was empty except for two strong, slow heartbeats.  He looked up and around to see if maybe the brothers were close by but they were at the squat rack with an enormous amount of weight.  These guys were barely even breaking a sweat with 525 pound squats.  He watched Dave easily control the weight as his ass touched the floor and pause as he brought the bar back up to his full height.   Pumping out a set of 15, Dave racked the weight and Butch took his place.  His massive quads and calves exploding as he performed a set as equally impressive as Dave’s. 

The guys were decked in string tank tops and a pair of shorts that were loose enough around their upper legs but tight enough when their asses went all the way to the floor in a squat that you could see the straps of their jocks.  Dave had pulled one leg of his shorts up to his crotch and was flexing his massive legs in the mirror in front of him.  When he looked up from his own reflection, he caught Clark staring. 

With a smirk, he pulled the other side of the shorts up as well against his huge crotch and flexed both quads and calves into what appeared to be diamond hard muscle, snaked with large veins over top.  Butch racked his weight back and stood beside Dave, did the same thing and started comparing his massive legs to his brother’s.

“You going to jump rope all day or you going to do some damage?” Butch smiled in the mirror at Clark, bunching up his shorts against his large crotch and shaking a leg and then flexing it to a full stop.

“Man you guys are just huge.  What’s your secret?” Clark walked over to the squat rack and put one hand on the cold metal plates.

“Eat, eat, eat.  Gotta feed these muscles,” Dave grinned as he swept both arms in a circular motion flexing, bending forward into a most muscular pose to where his traps exploded on either side of his huge veiny neck.

Clark’s mouth must have dropped open because the brothers both chuckled. 

“Sorry, don’t mean to gawk.  You guys are goals, you know that right?”

With smiles on their faces, Dave playfully punched Butch in the pec.  It didn’t move, it was like stone.  The guys didn’t think of respecting physical space when they were talking about bodybuilding, they would show you the different muscle groups located where on your body or theirs; which muscles would be the focus of whatever exercise they were performing.  

Dave stepped over to Clark and pulled a side of his own shorts back up, “flex what you got buddy!”

Caught up in the moment, Clark did the same, pulled a side of his shorts up and flexed his leg hard.

“Jesus man, looking big!”  Butch walked over to the other side of Clark and did the same, comparing the brother’s legs to his Kryptonian muscle.  Before he could let his shorts fall back, Dave put a hand on Clark’s hairy leg, near the top of his quad and squeezed hard.  Clark grinned and flexed a little harder, then noticed Dave’s hand was squeezing his leg.  How was that possible?  His leg was supposed to be like steel but it was clearly giving way under Dave’s strong grip. 

“You need a pump big guy” Butch said as the three of them looked back to the squat rack. 

“I think I’m going to have to drop a little of that weight before I get under it.  You guys are on another level, y’know?

“Hell buddy, you need to train with us every day.  You could dwarf us, if we packed it on ya,” Butch said, looking Clark up and down.

“Butch, leave the kid alone.  Do you really want more competition?” Dave brought both arms up in front of him into a double bicep pose, the veins on top of the dense muscle fibers looking like raised rivers of power over and around the muscles.  The biceps exploded from thick slabs on his arms to a peak that Clark shook his head at.

“Fuck that Dave, keep testing me” Butch said with a grin as he brought both arms up on either side of his head, standing where he was holding one arm in front of Dave’s.  Clark got swept up into the moment and hiked his straining sleeves up on his t-shirt, and copied the two men.  Looking from his own mountain peak of striated bicep to theirs, both brothers leaned over in front of him and began their own comparisons.

“It’s gotta be steroids, right, man?”  Dave grinned at Clark.  Keeping one arm up, he reached with the other and got ahold of Clark’s right bicep peak.  Almost at the same time, Butch reached up with one hand and grabbed Clark’s left.  As they both felt Clark’s bicep, his steel muscle was giving way to their grips, probing of his muscle density. 

“Ow, guys!  You have got a helluva grip.  Remind me never to piss you off.”  Clark pulled away from the brothers who looked at each other and laughed. 

Butch slapped Clark on the back, almost knocking him forward, “Dude, we’re pussycats.”  He winked as he adjusted himself with his other hand.

Dave took some weight off the squat bar, “I think this is what you were working with last time” as he loaded about 360 pounds on the bar.

“Thanks, I’m definitely not on you guys’ level.  How much was that weight you were squatting Butch?  A VW Bug?”

“I wish Clark.  That’s some Superman level shit right there.  We’re going to go finish out with the Leg Press machine and some calf raises.  Oh and abs.”  Butch raised the bottom of his tank up about to his plated chest muscles.  His eight pack was cut and solid, covered with large veins almost seeing to want to burst through the skin containing them.  His adonis belt was cut and pointing down toward the heavy bulge below.  It was completely shave, with bit of the trimmed chest hair just above.  Like instinct, he put his left fist on that hip and tilted his long torso slightly to one side and raised the other arm, flexing it as if an offering to the gods. 

Clark smiled, “Mr. Universe, right here my friends…” he was looking around the empty room, trying to rally the crowd, pointing to Butch.

Realizing Dave was right behind him, Clark turned to see him pressing the entire calf raise rack, with a 45 pound plate chained to his waist.  Up and down, up and down.  Over and over, veins straining over solid muscled, pumping them to an incredible size.  At some point Clark realized he wasn’t counting the reps and couldn’t remember the last time he did, maybe around 45?  Dave stopped, unhooking his belt and lowered the plate to the ground with a gentle thud.

“I’m about done, Butch too, probably.  Gonna hit the treadmill for a little cardio and then I think we’re doing the steam room if it’s still open.  It can be pretty therapeutic for releasing toxins from your body and loosening muscles up after a good pump.”  Dave grinned. “Gotta stay loose, right?”

Clark felt his cheeks getting warm… was he blushing?  What the hell is Superman doing blushing?

“How can I refuse?”  Turning back to the squat rack with a sheepish grin, Clark squared up and started squatting the bar, his 365 pounds, not going quite to the bottom and feigning a little effort throughout.  In between sets he could see Butch and Dave, side by side on treadmills.  Running.  You would think these two large specimens would pound the treadmills at the pace they were going but no it was just an even, light ‘thud’.  Every muscle in their body was rigid but pliable and moving at the same time.  There was no flopping of large muscles, it was magnificent.

Clark realized he was getting hard.  He turned away and pulled at his shorts to try and reposition and hide his bulge. He sat at the leg extension facing away from the treadmills. 

Ok, he had to come to grips with something.  These guys were sex incarnate. 

He and Lana fooled around in High School a little but he couldn’t truly have sex with her.  He wouldn’t take that chance.  When his powers fully manifested and he could go to unpopulated areas, his guilt-level for getting off was a lot lower.  As long as no one was around.  It was safer that way.

But Kal El, the Superman, had other fantasies.  He starting to have more control over his powers and he would be able to do certain things and still provide safety for those participating.  While he first experimented with Lana, he still felt like an alien life form outside humanity. He could not keep himself isolated, he found all human genders incredibly erotic.  Kryptonians and human beings were built almost identical on the outside, down to the sexes and their similar reproductive functions.  But early on, Clark found that his super abilities had a heightening effect on his libido. 

Today the brothers had dialed that sensitivity up to ten thousand with just their presence.  He had spoken with them and worked in sets with them maybe six or seven times over the two years he was here but his mind was always distracted by crises of the day or even just the future.  Maybe his mature Kryptonian form had mating periods.  There was so much knowledge lost, it’s all just fragments now, scattered.

As soon as he thought he had spent a normal time working out, Clark finished up with legs and did some stretching; just happening be in view of the treadmills.  They were walking at a medium pace, ‘cooling down’.    

Clark headed to the locker room, and as he got through the door he heard Dave call out, “hey buddy, hold the door?”

The Cole twins strode in bare chested, tank tops in hand.  Dave tapped an appreciative fist against Clark’s shoulder with a thunk as he walked by.  Butch walked in scratching the trimmed hair on his chest.

The locker room was a modern open area with lockers along the walls with sinks, mirrors and stacks of towels, and grooming stations on the walls facing the lockers.  There was a door to the showers, a door to the steam room and a door to the pool.  Both the steam room and the pool had signs they were closed.  Going down the short hall to the steam room, Dave opened the unlocked door to test it and then fiddled with the controls on the wall outside. 

“Give that about 10 minutes and it should be steam time.  Tricks of the gym trade,” Dave chuckled.

Clark’s locker was a ways down from the guys.  He peeled off his t-shirt and used it to wipe imaginary sweat off his dark hairy arm pits, then up and down his torso.  He felt pretty proud of his own build.  Thick pecs, dark perfect chest hair, covering his six pack abs, with a clear adonis belt of his own.  His shoulders and arms were large with veins running down each bicep and forearms.  His legs were hairy, big and defined with concrete calves.  He turned and went to grab a couple of towels from the sinks and realized that Dave and Butch had pulled off their shorts and were posing in the mirror close by.

Concentrating, Clark tried to distinguish differences in their builds.  Their bodies were near identical.  They had similar hairstyles, brown hair brushed over to the same side, neatly trimmed with a tight fade at the bottom.  Dave and Butch both had neatly trimmed brown chest hair with shave abs.  Their forearms had trimmed brown hair as well.  Their legs were completely shaved, accentuating their physiques.  They each wore a large black cotton jockstrap that pulled their cocks down by their balls very tight.  Across the elastic band was written “Addicted” in yellow on both.

As if in unison, both stepped forward on the same foot towards the mirror into a most muscular pose.  Their traps exploded on top of their shoulders into powerful backs.  Their reflection in the mirror of their fronts was ungodly.  It was easy to just stand there and stare.  He looked up and they were watching him, grinning.  He stripped his own shorts off, threw them on the bench beside his t-shirt and walked over to them in his own solid red jock.  He had adjusted himself before he turned and now he felt his cock wanting to strain against the fabric but he kept it under excruciating control.   

Butch pulled at the front of his jock, trying to adjust himself.  “Damn, this thing is distracting.”  Clark wondered if he meant the jock or his semi monstrous erection.  Then he realized that it was just soft. 

“Idea!”  Dave strode back down the hall, taking the ‘Closed’ sign from the pool door.  He affixed it on the outside of the men’s locker room door.  When he came back in, he turned the lock on the door. 

He knew the staff person on duty: Deena.  “She’s a nice chick but she could care less about rounds or even who was here.  Plus no one is coming in at this hour.”  Dave looked at Butch first then met Clark’s gaze.

“Looks like we can let the beasts out of the cage.” 

As Dave was speaking, Butch was pulling his jock down taking it off completely and tossing it on their gym bags.  Butch pulled at his meat a couple of times, to air it out from being stuck to his heavy balls and then let it hang.

Dave was more deliberate.  He pulled the band down and rolled it over so the “Addicted” was upside down and the colors were reversed.  He turned and flexed his glutes, stretching the waistband down over his ass.  Clark caught a glimpse of Dave’s tanned hole, “My god,” he had to keep himself from whispering and hope that he didn’t actually.

With a grin, Dave turned and pulled his jock over his legs and out each foot.  He looked like he was flexing every muscle in his body.  His cock hung there, thick and heavy.  He wasn’t hard, either.  Clark then realized Dave wasn’t flexing.  His body was just a solid mass of power. 

Butch went into a side chest post, with his raised leg side facing them. 

Dave shook Clark’s shoulder seeming to almost wake him from a daze.  “C’mon buddy, let’s hit it!”

The mirror showed three massive muscle men hitting perfect forms.  Clark flexed as hard as he could, almost shaking with forcing his muscles to their most pumped.  The Cole twins looked relaxed, as if this was no exertion.

Putting his hands on his hips and spreading his lats to their widest, Butch signaled the next flex.

Dave and Clark followed with their own.  Clark’s spread was definitely not as wide as theirs.  These men were dwarfing Superman but it helped that he was humble and not so proud to admit they were sex gods.   

“Maybe I do need some help in the training department.”  Clark grinned and turned to face them.

“Dude you are jacked.  Do not let anyone tell you different.”  Butch put a hand on Clark’s shoulder and gave a slight squeeze.  “Are you doing any fitness modeling?  Camming?  Onlyfans bullshit?” he grinned. 

“Naw brother! Clark’s a kept man!  You don’t look like that and pay for jack shit.”  Dave couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.  “Buddy we are just pulling your chain.  You do you.  As long as you look like that doing it!”

Did Butch’s cock just twitch?  Clark thought, “that grin he’s giving me, it’s like the friendliest version of the cat who could eat the canary.”  They stared at him for a little too long and then looked at each other and nodded.

“Fellas, I do believe our steam room is ready.”  Dave bowed and pointed down the hall.  “Grab your towels and let’s loosen up.”

Clark pulled down his jock and grabbed a towel.  A whistle came from behind him.

“Jesus christ, man.  You’re packing,” Dave beamed at him.

“That’s nice of you but I gotta say you guys have got to be popular with all the ladies,” making a cheesy ‘hubba hubba’ gesture with one hand.

Butch looked at Dave and doubled over into laughter, his soft monster cock flopping a little as he slowly got his chuckles under control.  “He’s really a boy scout, ain’t he?” slapping Dave on his massive pec.

All three men strode down the hall and went into the steam room.  It was a smaller area, with a tile bench attached to the wall in an ‘L’ shape.  Steam was flowing from the floor and the room was hot.  Spreading a towel out to sit on, Clark sat down in the back area, facing the door.  Dave and Butch sat on either side of him, kind of close. 

“Buddy, we’re popular with all types.  Guys, gals, you name it.  Ok, well not the animal kingdom, that’s a little too messed up.”  Butch put a hand on Clarks knee and gave it a squeeze.  “But dude, you’re extraordinary.”

Dave put a hand on Clarks other leg.  “You were kind of giving us ‘fuck me’ eyes out on the gym floor.”

Butch leaned in and kissed Clark hard, forcing his tongue into his mouth, he wrapped on hand behind his head, pulling him in.  For a second Clark tried to resist but Butch flexed his bicep in front of his face, pulled hard on his head and said “Kiss it!”  His tone meant he was not to be denied.  Clark realized he couldn’t move his head.  Butch’s huge hand had the back of his neck and squeezed a warning, moving him closer to his huge arm.  When he reached up to grab the arm with one hand to steady himself, Butch pulled his head away from his arm and spit into Clark’s mouth and then pulled his head up to his, kissing him, Butch’s probing tongue was playful, an intimacy Clark had never encountered.

His cock swelled up rock hard and slapped his hairy abs.  “Ohhhh” he moaned until Butch engulfed his mouth in his own again.  At the same time, a mouth closed around his thick uncut cock.  Every muscle in his body tensed and pleasure raced from the head of his cock up his spine.  In the back of his mind he realized that if Dave kept his mouth on his cock for too long, he might kill him when he cums.

He started to push Dave’s head away as Dave took him completely in his mouth.  Clark was eight inches fully hard, thick as hell.  This new sensation had his cock more swelled and throbbing than he thought was possible.  Dave’s lips slid back up the full length to the tip of his foreskin, the suction was incredible.  He slowly started again, pushing Clark’s foreskin down below his flaring head while taking the whole length into his mouth again.  He could feel every movement of Dave’s tongue, every flexing of his throat muscles.

He reached up to push Dave off his cock, he felt like he could explode at any moment.  He started to panic, he was going to kill this god of a man. 

Dave grabbed the wrist of his arm on his side and pulled it over to his lap, where his soft cock started to thicken.

“No, no, no, no,” muffled cries of ecstacy as Butch was kissing him.  He tried to reach up again to push off Dave with his opposite arm and Butch grabbed that wrist, pulling his hand down to feel his massive, hard cock.  He wrapped Clark’s hand around his girth, his hand wasn’t big enough to wrap around it but Butch’s was.  He looked down from the massive neck, down the furry pecs that were striated beyond belief, down the eight pack, to the monster cock he now had in his hand. 

His face contorted into fear and pleasure, he whispered “Oh no!” and filled Dave’s mouth with ejaculate until it filled his mouth and kept going. 

“Dude, it’s ok.  We have that effect on people a lot!”  Butch grinned, standing up in front of Clark, his foot-long cock fully hard and inches away from Clark’s face, “now it’s your turn.”

Panicked, Clark looked down at Dave expecting to see a dead man.  Nope.  Dave seemed to be eagerly cleaning up every bit of Clark’s load.  Dave wasn’t dead.  Clark’s orgasm didn’t kill him. 

‘What the fuck?!  You mean I could have been fucking this whole time?!?!’ A frustrated look of confusion must have crossed his face.  *Wham!*  *Wham!*

Butch was using his cock like a battering ram, smacking the side of Clark’s head.  He looked up and Butch gave an evil grin.  “He doesn’t like it when you keep him waiting.”

Clark took the huge cock in both hands and pulled the foreskin back, exposing a massive throbbing head shaped like a battering ram.  Butch thrust his hips forward, pushing more of his cock between Clark’s hands.  As he somehow fit the head in his mouth, he began to work his tongue and suction gently taking it slowly so his abilities wouldn’t hurt him.  “C’mon man, I’m not made of glass” punching Clark in the side of the head with one large fist.  “Open up, give me what you got.”

Clark was seeing stars for a second.  He felt that.  In a big way.

Slam! “Open. Up” and with an “Ahhhhhh” Butch’s cock was all the way down Clark’s throat.  His eyes were bulging, unable to believe the size of it.  Before he could recover, Butch pulled out fully with a ‘pop!’ and stepped up onto the tile bench.  Dave indicated for him to get to his feet and Butch’s cock was face level with him and he reached up and grabbed it with both hands.  He wanted to worship it, treat it like the rare thing it is.  He looked up at Butch who had one hand on the ceiling, striking an almost Olympia style pose.  *Wham!* *Wham!*  Stars again

“Don’t keep me waiting, kid, else you won’t be getting just a love tap.”  Butch folded his arms over his chest and looked down at Clark.

With no hesitation he took all of Butch in his mouth in one stroke, two strokes, all the way in and all the way out.  With a shudder, Butch reached down and grabbed Clarks head in his hands and started slowly pumping.  Reaching up to feel the abs, the furry chest, a pair of fingers started gently pulling, probing Clark’s ass checks from behind.

Butch started speeding up the strokes in and out of his mouth and let out a low growl.  At the same time, Clark tried to clinch his cheeks together.  He wasn’t sure if he was ready for this next step.  Dave reached around and found Clark’s cock was rock hard again.  Dave’s bicep flexed against his hip, and his other arm reached around and started pulling at Clark’s balls, gently massaging them. He flexed his bicep on the other side of Clark’s hip, holding him steady.  Clark’s ass unclenched after a couple of strong strokes down his throat and Dave’s tongue found an opening in his ass. Diving into the warm, superhero muscle ass, his tongue reached the hole and began to gently, then harder, penetrate.  Clark tried clenching it shut but between the massive cock using his mouth and throat like a piston , and Dave’s hard tongue firmly pressing into ass, and the strongest arms he can remember holding his hips, and huge hands squeezing his cock stroking it into unprecedented size…. Dave released him and stood up.

Butch sat down on the bench, his behemoth laying against his hard abs and chest.  Dave put his hands on Clark’s hips and guided him forward into Butch’s grasp.  He reached up and grabbed the back of Clark’s neck and in one motion forced him down into his lap, his face resting between the erect cock standing up and the heavy balls laying across massive quads. “Mpphmph” as Butch grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him in for a deep kiss.  Dave’s tongue disappeared and was replaced by the head of Dave’s massive cock resting on his back, just above his crack.  A shudder went down his spine and Butch pushed his cock back into Clark’s mouth and again grabbed his head with both hands and began to pump his hips and use his hands to hold Clark’s head in position. 

Dave’s cock was generating so much heat and it was heavy laying on his ass.  He began to pump his cock up and down along his crack, each time sliding a little lower until…. “Mapphphh!” Butch pulled Clarks head completely down on his cock at the same time Dave’s head popped into Clark’s hole. 

His eye started watering, bulging.  Butch slowly returned to fucking his face.  “Jesus, Dave I almost shot my load when he clinched, well, everything”

“Dude, I’m not sure I can get it in any more.  It’s so tight and it feels like there’s a wall.”  Dave’s own identical battering ram shaped cock head sat just inside Clark’s hole, throbbing.

*Wham!* *Wham!* *Wham!* 

Butch had released his right hand and immediately gave two punches to the side of Clark’s head and followed those up with a knee into his diaphragm.

Making a choking sound, Clark almost went limp.  He didn’t have strength to mount any resistance and Dave pushed a good five inches of his rod into his ass.  Butch had hold of Clark’s head again, and with a “Yesss”, he pushed as deep as he could go into his throat.

“Ahhh, that’s about six inches in, feels like you’re taking a beer-can I bet… ohhh yeah….that’s right squeeze a little tighter, just gonna make me harder…this ass HAS to be virgin…  it’s soooo tight, feel me stroking in and out right now?  You just took a couple more inches… Butch is he cryin’ yet?  Don’t wanna hurt the big guy….ohh you’re grabbing my cock so tight, relax some… otherwise it’ll just be like a cock ring, swelling my beast up.. shit buddy, we’re getting close to finding the end of the tunnel…”

Dave let out of low “yeeeeahhhhhhhhh” as he slid in the last, thickest part into Clark’s hole.  He slapped Clark’s ass with one hand, sending a ripple across the dense muscle.  Dave’s muscles in his lower abdomen pressed up firm against his ass checks, mashing them, making sure every bit of his cock was inside his hole.

Clark felt like his insides were being split open.  Dave’s cock was getting bigger inside him.  He tried to relax and breathe but Butch had picked up the pace and was now forcing his own massive cock down Clark’s throat, intent on each stroke being more powerful than the last. His hands moved from the sides to the top and bottom of Clark’s head, yanking his jaw when he could.

“Fuck man, every time you stroke he clenches, I ain’t gonna hold it for long!”  Dave withdrew his cock in one stroke with a loud sigh from Clark, then stuck his face into Clark’s ass mashing the cheeks apart, sticking his tongue about an inch inside.

Butch pulled his mammoth cock out of Clark’s mouth, looked at him and spit into his slack mouth.  Tears had been streaming down his face and saliva was thick and drooling from his chin.  “Hey Dave, I think he likes it”

“We don’t want him broken, Butch, so let’s get a little creative.”

The Colossus sized brothers stood and lifted Clark to his feet.  Butch turned Clark to face Dave and suddenly put him in a full nelson.  Clark tried to break free.  Butch’s arms wrapped around the back of his neck and pushed his head down.  His massive chest pushed into his back, his arms were pushed straight up, Butch was going to dislocate his shoulders!  At the last second, Butch eased off.  Clark was in a daze, he was being manhandled by two of the most powerful humans he’d ever met. 

“Hey kid, daydream on your own time!”  Butch pulled him up, this time lifting him off the ground in the same full nelson hold.  He could feel Butch’s cock burning against his ass, pulsing with that same slow heartbeat.  Butch pulled his hips back and the monster slid down his ass until he could feel the thick tip find the spot underneath the ass and start pushing.  Clark’s initial reaction was to resist, to hold his legs together.  “Aw man, you’re gonna drive me nuts acting like you don’t want this,” and Butch pushed his cock through, under Clark’s balls.  He could feel it throbbing between his legs, Butch was battering further until he felt Clark’s soft ass mash against his unstoppable muscle.

Clark looked down when Dave did.  Butch’s cock had pushed Kryptonian muscle apart like they were nothing.  It was standing straight ahead, throbbing, powerful.  Dave grinned and lined up Clark’s once impressive cock on top of Butch’s, pushing both balls to either side of the massive meat Clark was now riding.  Butch leaned back some, raising Clark farther off the ground to where his back and legs were pressed against almost all of him.  “You feel that, don’t you kid… I could probably hold you up with my monster just by itself, like you were sitting on one of the most powerful steel beams in the world… yeah, we ARE that strong… you’re just getting a little taste of it now…. are you going to be able to handle more?”

His own proud cock was about to burst it was so hard.  Dave put a hand around both Clark’s and Butch’s cocks, and then lay his cock over Clark’s.  Butch began to pump behind him and he let him lean back into the unmoving wall of muscle.  Dave’s monster really brought into contrast how much bigger they both were than Superman.  In every way.

His legs were swept up under each of Dave’s arm.  He was now suspended against Butch behind and Dave up front.  “Little help?”  Dave grinned and made his cock jump.  It slapped against the bottom of his ass once, twice, the third time it pressed against Clark’s hole.  Butch felt some resistance and pushed down on his nelson hold when Dave nodded and in a swift motion pushed up with his hips and down on his arms, demolishing the once resistant hole, pushing all the way in.  Clark’s resistance was shattered.  His ass was on fire.  Dave began stroking, ten, nine, eight inches to go, seven, six, at five inches he would flex his cock, swelling it up and smashing his way back in to the hilt. 

His insides were sore, Dave picked up the pace and his strokes got even longer.  ‘Why is my invulnerability not protecting me?’ Clark had little time to figure it out.

“Yeah buddy, yeah, still tight… think we got a virgin hole tonight Butch… you really need to get in on this…” Dave pumped faster and faster.  Butch switched from holding Clark in a full nelson to slinging one of Clark’s arms around Butch’s neck and holding up Clark with one hand under his ass.  He could feel Butch stroking his meat with his other arm underneath his back, smacking it against his spine.

With a growl, Dave started pumping so fast Clark almost passed out.  Clark opened his eyes and Dave roared, pushing in all the way.  He was held here, spasm after spasm of Dave’s cock unleashed what felt like a flood in his insides.  His orgasm lasted about 30 seconds, pulse after pulse, cum started pouring out around the hilt of still massively erect cock.  Clark started flexing his ass as best he could and Dave jerked his head up to look at him in shock, “fuck man, it’s never going down if you keep doing that.”

Butch wrapped a huge arm around Clark and with the other under his ass, lifted him off Dave’s cock.

It felt to Clark like Dave would never slide out of him and when Butch lifted him up, he pulled him off Dave’s pipe with a pop and a flood of cum.  “Bro, your cock is still leaking and you left all that inside him?”

Dave grinned “and you thought his mouth was good…”

Butch set Clark down on wobbly legs.  He playfully slapped him in the face to bring him around. 

“Hey, no tapping out now buddy!  Dave and I are into sharing!”

Butch pulled Clark close to him, wrapping his arms around him.  He started assaulting Clark’s mouth.  “Fuck you are a good kisser!”  Clark reached up and wrapped his arms around Butch’s neck.  Butch pulled Clark’s body into him tighter.  Every inch of Butch that pressed against Clark seemed like the hardest thing he’s ever felt.  He pulled one hand around and started feeling Butch’s chest.  With what seemed like little effort, Clark’s feet were again off the ground.  Butch used his legs to pry Clark’s apart and with one hand still bearhugging him, he pulled one of Clark’s legs up toward his quad.  Clark took the hint and moved the other leg so that Butch could lean back and get underneath his ass with his mammoth tool and still be able to keep one arm free.

Clark was almost shaking in anticipation. As far as he could tell the brothers had identical cocks but with Butch kissing him, roughing him up, stretching his throat out, he felt like this was the main event of the night.  He looked straight into Butch’s eyes and nodded.

“Yeeeeah, let’s see what all the fuss is over this not-so-virgin hole.  You ready for me muscle boy?” Dave stood behind him and lined up Butch’s cock against Clark’s asshole.  Butch slowly started letting Clark slide down his body.  “Fuck boy, your ass keeps pulsing against my cock like that and it’s never going to fit.”  Butch adjusted his one arm bearhug to let Clark lean back out away from him and squatted down a little with his legs, spreading Clark’s legs out wider as well.  With one swift motion, he jerked Clark down on his cock about three inches.  His response was to try and climb Butch to pull himself off another massive tool that was invading his insides. 

“Hey Dave, check this out.” With one arm, Butch leaned Clark back, grabbing the cock that had been squashed between Clark and his muscle.  With the other massive arm still supporting Clark’s lower back, Butch used Clark’s cock as push point, jerking it up and down.  Clark began to groan and push at Butch’s hand.  Feeling his ass pulsing, Butch slammed the rest of his herculean cock all the way home.  “Yeeeaaaahhhh, Dave, I don’t think you stretched him out enough.”

Clark’s first instinct was to try pushing himself up and to climb Butch’s massive form.  Butch responded by using his free arm to reach under Clark’s ankle, pulling it up over his shoulder and spreading Clark’s ass even farther apart.  “Grab my neck and hang on kid.”  Leaning back so he was supporting most of Clark’s weight, changing the center of gravity had the effect of pressing Clark’s hole all the way to Butch’s steely pelvic bone. 

“Gimme that other leg,” flipping the other ankle up over the other shoulder.  Clark was pressed hard up against Butch who was standing, leaning slightly back so he was supporting all of the weight.  Clark’s arms were slung around his neck.  Butch had both of his pythons locked around Clark’s lower back.

Dave sat down and admired the sight, his cock standing at full attention once again, slowly jerking it up and down while he watched Butch long stroke his perfect cock in and out of the most perfect ass.

“We are stretching that hole out tonight, aren’t we boy?  You like taking massive muscle cock?” Clark looked scared but said “Yes sir”.  Butch invaded Clarks mouth, biting his lip, fucking his mouth with his tongue as soon as he said “sir”.  He was moving his cock in and out of Clark’s ass so fast it was burning.  His hands moved down from his lower back to Clark’s ass.  Each hand had a solid hold on each cheek, almost pulling at the muscle, deforming it with his grip.  Clark let out a little yelp and Butch stopped stoking and left his cock fully inside again.

“Did I hurt your ass?” He began massaging it while his monster cock’s pulse was slow and steady.  Clark could feel almost every vein and he could feel the shape of the battering ram-type head deep in his gut.  He realized that Butch had let go of him, that he was hanging off a mountain of muscle impaled on the most perfect cock he’d ever seen.  He shook his head no and grinned.

“Ohhh, being a little playful huh.  I’ve been gentle so far but we can turn the dial up a couple of notches.”

“Butch, hey, we don’t wanna break him on his first night,” Dave grinned at his brother.

The whole time, Butch started slowly lifting Clark up off his cock and then lowering him back down.  Foot long strokes.  He was handling Clark’s massive 6’1” 225 pound body like he weighed nothing.  Clark’s cock was being rubbed up and down the massive chest and washboard abs.  The sensation was incredible, he could feel every ridge and valley. 

“I could fuck your hole all night… you thought you had a big dick but now you’re learning what big is… feel that stroke… my monster filling up your insides… I knew you could take it… yeah, love your hairy legs…” Butch rubbed his face over one of Clark’s calves.  He stopped lifting Clark up vertically and, leaning forward, bent almost all the way over to switch to horizontal strokes so Clark was almost hanging off his neck.  He started long stroking back and forth, each time pounding Clark’s hard cock against his massive body.

“Every time I go all the way in your whole cunt spasms… can you feel me swellin’… soon it’s gonna be filling your insides with Butch’s cum… then you’re Butch’s bitch… oh that hole is getting tight, or is that me?  Hehehe, yeah that’s all me.  Dave may be big… But ain’t nobody is big as Butch!”

With that his whole body flexed and Butch’s cock popped out and sprayed Clark and Dave with a massive amount of cum.  Butch dropped Clark onto his feet so fast and pushed him to his knees it made Clark’s head spin.  Still spurting cum, Butch forced open Clark’s jaws and slammed his cock home, Still thrusting his pelvis.  “DRINK IT!” Butch yelled as it started pouring out of Clark’s mouth and nose.  Butch pushed all the way in one last time with a “Fuck yeah!”

Clark still felt the massive cock draining itself of cum.  He did what he could until he was sure Butch’s beast was finished.  When he let go of Clark’s jaw and pulled himself out of his mouth, he stroked it and smeared out what was left onto Clark’s face.  “I just improved your looks tenfold”

Dave and Butch broke out into laughter, and Clark did too after a few seconds, looking up at the massive brothers. 

“Here buddy, let me help you up, can you stand?”  Dave lifted him up and set him on his feet.

“Thanks, yeah, I’m ok”

Clark’s ass was on fire but his mind was all over the place.  What just happened?  He was Superman.  The strongest being on Earth.  But these guys manhandled him like he was just some guy.  What was the explanation?  They hardly broke a sweat lifting or running.  Their heartbeats were really slow but they seem to have a higher temperature than regular people, did they have a Meta gene?  Most concerning of all is that he seemed to be no match in the strength department with these guys.  He had been worried that any sexual activity Clark would engage in would result in harm or death for normal people.  But there seemed to be no such danger with Butch and Dave.  He didn’t sense any kryptonite around, no strange feeling when being subjected to magic, or red solar rays.  He had to find out.

“Fellas, it’s time to hit the showers” Butch signaled that he was done for the night, playfully popping Clark on the butt with the towel.  “Get going kid”

They turned on a few shower heads in the public shower and Clark realized he was covered with cum, inside and out.  “Jeez, is that amount of cum normal for you guys?”

Washing his big balls and cock Dave said, “We just got off this morning and you’re lucky we did”

“I could fuck that hole again right this second, dude,” he gave Clark and intense look, “if we get pent up for too long, we start getting a little short with each other.  We have to do it at least once a day.  But hey, if you’re a twin you’re automatically a narcissist so getting off to yourself is more like masturbation.  And if you look like us, we could have fuck toys lined up out the door waiting.  But we’re a little too much, too strong for the common folk.”

“That’s an understatement.  How the hell did you guys get so strong?  Steroids?”  Clark probed

“Yeah, we run cycles and it does help.  You wanna try one?  Get big like us?”  Dave’s face lit up.

“No one’s like us,” Butch’s body was gleaming from the shower and steam as he flexed into a double bicep.  Clark could swear his arms looked even bigger.

“No one,” Dave agreed hitting his own double bicep pose.  Clark was definitely convinced both of them looked bigger.

“Like I said, goals.”  Clark lathered up and began to wash.  Both muscle men came over and started helping him wash.  Their massive hands ran all over his body, touching, squeezing his muscles.  Clark started to get hard at their touch, feeling their unyielding bodies pressed against him while the water ran over them.  Dave rubbed soap over his crack and lower back to scrub and Clark’s cock came to attention.  Butch looked over at Dave and whistled, “he does have a nice one.”  He grabbed it and started stroking it.  Clark felt something hard against his ass. 

Dave and Butch stood in front of Clark as all three stroked their cocks.  Clark put a hand on Butch’s chest, who flexed it and made it roll up and down.  Butch still had Clark’s cock and was roughly stroking it.  The brothers held their cocks out, comparing to each other.  Butch pulled Clark closer to them and they compared Clark’s to theirs.  It made their cocks surge, getting larger and larger.  Laying Clark’s cock on top of theirs, Butch said, “I bet no one’s ever called you ‘lil guy’ before.  You’re prolly in the only company that ever could.” 

Dave stroked his cock, shaking his head slowly.  “Clark, pal, don’t take offense.  No one except maybe Superman could even compare to us.”

Butch laughed, stoking his own monster, “that guy probably fucks. He’s the only one I’d let take my ass.  It takes a Superman to tame this muscle!”  Releasing his cock, he turned and hit a rear double biceps pose.  His back looked like muscle on mound of muscle.

Clark shuddered, “oh fuuuck” and with that shot a load all over Butch’s naked backside.

Butch spun back around and with a wicked gleam said, “Dave, I don’t think we’re done here just yet.”

Before Dave could speak, Butch grabbed Clark by the arm, flipped him around facing the shower wall. He was stroking his bloated cock up and down across the crack of Clark’s ass and one massive arm pressing Clark face first against the wall. 

“I’m not sure you figured out your place, boy, but I’m going to remind you.” With that Butch once again sunk his blood surged cock to the hilt inside Clark.  Pressed against the wall, his own cock hadn’t gone down from just cumming.

Butch pushed down on Clark’s hip with the one hand, making his ass arch out.  He started piston fucking Clark, placing his free hand around the back of his neck.  “Oh you think I want your fucking cum all over me?  You don’t know cum… I’m gonna pump you full, load # 3 today is gonna be a flood….feel my veiny muscle cock railing you?  Feel that power… I got you with one hand… your leg press is what I curl… yeah, it’s almost there…” Butch kicked Clark’s legs farther apart, leaning more on Clark’s lower back to gain more momentum.  “Yeah my little muscle bitch, Butch’s muscle bitch… we shoulda laid some ground rules… first rule is You ”<thrust> ”can’t” <thrust> ”compete” <thrust> ”with” <thrust> ”us!” <thrust> “….yeah, just gonna leave it parked in there for a minute… feel me flexing it, ripping your insides up… “ Butch reached around Clark’s narrow waist and seized his cock in a tight grasp.  “fuck yourself on my dick… it's ok, you know you’re starting to crave it… I’m just going to hit a pose or two… don’t worry you ain’t budging me from this spot…”

Clark started rocking back and forth on Butch’s cock, each pivot Butch’s hand squeezed Clark’s cock so that he was being fucked by Butch while fucking Butch’s hand.  He let out an “ohh fuuuuck” as he quickly picked up the pace as Butch hit a double bi pose and locked it there.  Clark was slamming against Butch but it was like fucking yourself on a horse cocked wall.  Butch’s hand tightened his grip and he broke his pose to whisper in Clark’s ear “Here comes another muscle load,” and pushed Clark against the wall, mercilessly pounding his hole after releasing Clark’s cock.  He was pushing him so hard against the wall, the tile started cracking.  Pushing Clark’s head against the wall cracking the tiles in a head shape, Butch slammed him so hard Clark’s cock was smashed against the wall. 

“Yeaaahhhhh, fuuuuuck!”  Butch held his cock deep inside and Clark was trapped between muscle he couldn’t comprehend and the cracking wall.  With that final push he felt Butch’s cum start gushing into his insides.  It sprayed out like a waterfall as Butch continued his primal grunts, his cock pulsing wave after wave of cum.  His arm braced against Clark’s back he leaned in again and whispered, “that’s some real super muscles I got there… you love ‘em… especially the strongest <cock flex> muscle <cock flex> of all <cock flex>” Butch stood there still deep inside Clark, water trying to wash away the stream of cum that was still coming out of Clark’s ass.  Butch’s cock was still hard, he could still feel a stream still emptying out inside his fuck toy. 

Clark realized he had blown another load when his Butch was grinding him against the wall, he hadn’t been touching himself, Butch had been hitting a spot like a human prostate except it was farther up inside a Kryptonian’s anatomy.

Pushing himself away from the wall, Butch and Dave broke out into laughter. 

“Kid, you just survived getting smashed” Butch grinned and pointed to the outline shape of the broken tile.  You could even see the spot where Clark’s cock was driven into the wall orgasmed.

“Fuck it’s late, we need to get home and get some sleep,” Dave scratched his balls absently, signaling that tonight was over.

It was pretty quiet as everyone finished cleaning and drying off.  As they got dressed and started walking through the gym to the exit.  Dave turned and got a little serious.

“Did we scare you off buddy?”  Dave put a hand on Clark’s shoulder and gave a little squeeze.  Clark winced at how hard the squeeze was.  These guys definitely had to be supers.

“No sirree bob.  When’s more?” Clark said with as much Midwestern charm as possible. ‘I have to figure these guys out, the sooner the better,’ Clark thought to himself.

“How about tomorrow night, same time,” Butch winked at him and smiled.  “We’re doing a heavy chest workout if you think you can keep up.  We don’t want to overdo it.  Building these muscles takes a little time.”  Grinning he pulled a bicep up and flexed it hard.  “You do like these don’t cha, your mouth is open again…” and he laughed.

Clark blushed again, twice in one night!  “Can’t wait to be just as big!”

Dave and Butch started towards the exit.  By the time they got to the car they had huge smiles on their faces. 

“Do you think he’ll figure it out?”  Dave looked out into the night sky

“By the time he does it’ll be waaayyy too late.”  Butch started laughing.  The thought made his monster cock swell and he pulled at the jock to readjust.

 

Damn hot

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9 minutes ago, boardman said:

Damn hot

Thanks man.   The brothers are inspired by the Organic_Twins on Instagram.  https://www.instagram.com/organic_twins/

The Cole brothers are a size bigger than these real life beasts.

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2 minutes ago, gsobrave said:

Thanks man.   The brothers are inspired by the Organic_Twins on Instagram.  https://www.instagram.com/organic_twins/

The Cole brothers are a size bigger than these real life beasts.

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Oh hell yeah. Want to see just how strong they are 

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8 minutes ago, boardman said:

Oh hell yeah. Want to see just how strong they are 

Here's what I imagine a 20 year old Superman looks like

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4 minutes ago, gsobrave said:

Here's what I imagine a 20 year old Superman looks like

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Yes hot

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I'm not the demanding type, but damn, there has to be a part 2, 3 and more coming.  Great story and a nice ending inviting a continuation....great work!

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13 minutes ago, WrestlejockCT said:

I'm not the demanding type, but damn, there has to be a part 2, 3 and more coming.  Great story and a nice ending inviting a continuation....great work!

Absolutely.  I'm working on Part 2 now and have almost the whole plot sussed out.  I literally wrote part 1 in about 10 hours.  I had insomnia and didn't go to bed until it was finished, which was 7:30 am pst.  When I had some downtime this afternoon, I started working on it now, already a couple of pages in.  The mind and spirit is willing but the flesh is oh so weak.  

I've been trying to use instagram and such to find pics of the incredible guys who I keep mentally picturing (or similar).  I do try to give credit where I can and apologize if I've missed anyone.  

On that note, here are some more incredible men who I can picture as our main characters:

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Just breaking in if you want to go on to look more of him, he's Benny Prinz: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTofOqLQf4s

More below, yes it looks enormous.  I'm sure a lot of folks have come across him since he's a god and has been around a few years.

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It's not hard to imagine a 6'2", 240 pound bodybuilder (i think he's 5'10 in rl, sorry if i'm wrong, need sleep)

I'm not sure about the ones below and am sooo close to bed (too lazy to look 'em up, i think I had googled them)

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I've run out of room on this post but there's always more.

must. sleep. =D  thanks to everyone who has viewed and will drop part two by Friday (It Was Ag^*t*& all Along!)

 

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man what a fantastic start of the story.

Looks like the twins know about Superman and they wanted to really let go and use their strenght on teh strongest man on the planet,

Im sure Suos must be going crazy trying to figure out what the guys are and how are trhey so strong.

Cant wait for the next part

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