Not So Super Man, Part 1

Clark Kent was ready for something different, and he decided that his 20th birthday was as good as time as any to make a change. After years of earnest escapades as America's leading teenage hero, first going by the name Superboy but then recently transitioning to Superman, Clark desperately needed some "me" time. He wanted to sow his wild oats and go a little crazy like a regular college student, but his superpowers made that impossible: he simply couldn't get drunk, and his super penis would have drilled its super cum right through anybody he tried to have sex with.

So Clark enlisted the help of a few top Justice League scientists to solve this obstacle, and they were able to temporarily strip him of his superpowers using a special aqua-colored kryptonite that absorbed his special abilities. The polarity of this kryptonite was then reversed so it would supply his powers instead of drain them, and it was embedded in his Superman costume so he would become "super" again once he put it back on.

But until Clark donned the costume and snapped that last button into place, he would feel and look just like a regular Earthling. Well, almost regular...Clark wanted to make the most of his time in college, so he had the scientists only absorb 99% of his super strength. With that 1% remaining, however, he was still stronger than your regular Joe, and there was no hiding his well-developed physique under his regular outfit consisting of a red pullover sweater, white button-down shirt, and blue slacks. Clark was also tall, about 6'4', with a ruggedly handsome face under his perfectly combed brunette locks, which was definitely going to get him noticed. And he decided to ditch the glasses – since he wasn’t going to live a double life, why keep up the pretense of needing eyewear?

It didn’t take long for the former superhero to attract some attention. Clark had just signed a lease for an off-campus apartment at Metropolis University and was checking out the unit where he would live when another college student walked up the stairwell toward the place next door. He was about 6’ tall with wavy blond hair, an affable smile, and about 50 extra pounds sitting on his well-fed belly. He had a t-shirt with the college mascot and khaki shorts like many of the other students, which he filled out well with his heft.

“Hey there,” said Clark as he stretched out his right hand. “You must be my new neighbor. I’m Clark Kent.”

The man was amazed at how firm Clark’s grip was and secretly hoping he had a thing for blond fatboys. “Hi, I’m Oscar Graham.”

Clark smiled. “Nice to meet you, Oscar. I just transferred here from Smallville College. I’m a journalism student.”

“That’s cool. I'm studying chemistry. Look, I'm just on my way to dinner, Clark. Would you like to join me?” asked Oscar.

Normally, Clark wouldn't have needed any food to nourish his Kryptonian body. Because of the energy supplied by Earth's yellow sun, he didn't need to get sustenance from food like the people born on this planet.But without his powers, Clark was indeed starving and was ready to go to dinner with his new neighbor. “Besides,” he thought. “This guy is kinda cute. He’s like a huskier and more handsome version of Aquaman.”

Oscar and Clark walked to a nearby buffet place and immediately began loading up their plates. Oscar got a big pile of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, macaroni and cheese, and a healthy slice of lasagna. Clark got himself two huge slices of ham and roast beef and a bunch of fried side items: onion rings, tater tots, mushrooms, and hush puppies.

The guys gobbled down this food in no time, and then went back for seconds and thirds. Oscar was very much enjoying the company of his new friend, especially because Clark was not only extremely good looking, but he wasn't critical of his diet like his ex-boyfriend had been.

After finishing a fourth course of entrees and then dessert, both Clark and Oscar leaned back in their booth to rest. "Damn, that was some good food!" announced Clark.

Oscar nodded in agreement and began to rub his belly. "I'm so stuffed. I haven't eaten that much in a long time."

"Oh, come on, Oscar...a big guy like you?” asked Clark as he reached over and gave Oscar’s gut a jiggle. “You must get your fill like that every night, right?"

"Well, I've been dieting recently. My ex-boyfriend was a bit of a fitness freak and was always trying to get me to lose some weight. We broke up last week, however, so I guess I’m going to back to my old ways.”

Clark smiled again. He had been watching some movies – everything from romantic comedies to pornography – so he could be ready when a carnal opportunity presented itself. “I like being in shape and being strong, Oscar, but I also like it when a guy has a hearty appetite. It makes him look more manly, and you know..."

Oscar smiled in return and continued to rub his belly, hopeful that Clark's sentence continued in a positive manner.

Clark leaned close to Oscar so as he could finish by whispering into his ear,"...a whole lot sexier. You take what you want and don’t deny yourself the pleasures of life.” Oscar felt warm all over, and he got even warmer when Clark started rubbing his inner thigh just a few inches from his groin. Oscar looked over at his dinner partner, and Clark winked and said, “How about a kiss, big guy?”

Oscar obliged, and Clark started with a quick peck, but then went in again and injected his tongue into his date’s mouth. He kept his hand on Oscar’s thigh and purposely brushed up against the man’s cock, which had to be at least 8 inches long and wasn’t even hard. Clark played Oscar’s rod under the table as they kissed, and even spent some time caressing his balls as well. Clark was definitely happy he had watched the porn videos because they had given him all kinds of ideas he wanted to try – he wanted to plunge his own cock into Oscar’s big soft ass, he wanted to both give and receive head, and he wanted to 69. Clark also fantasized about working out naked – pumping huge weights that made him the envy of the other lifters – while Oscar and a few of his friends licked all the sweat off his body. He had waited a long time for this to happen, and he was ready to go for it!

After Clark and Oscar stopped kissing, the two decided almost immediately to head back to the apartment complex and see where the night would take them.

Before they could go more than a few steps outside the restaurant door, however, a voice from behind said: "I should have figured you would be stuffing your face down here, Lardo."

The couple turned around to see a man on the sidewalk. He was about 5’10 with a shaved brown hair and a goatee, but his most distinguishing characteristics were his muscles – he clearly worked out. A lot. His white tank top was stretched out over his bulging chest, and both his arms looked to be almost as big around as his head. Down below, he had a pair of thick meaty thighs sticking out of his nylon shorts like granite pillars holding up a mansion. “If he weren’t being an asshole,” thought Clark, “I’d like to go to bed with him and Oscar tonight.”

“Brick!” said Oscar with more than a hint of exasperation in his voice. “Were you following me?”

“I was headed to your house to see if you wanted to get back together,” replied Brick. “You know, to give you another chance.”

Oscar chortled. “You mean to give you another blowjob. You told me that’s all I was good for, remember?”

Brick took a step forward. “You know you love it to gobble it down, Oscar.”

“Please just go away, Brick. I’ve moved on and so should you.”

Brick took another step closer and was only two feet away now, and he turned his glance toward Clark. “Moved on…to this nerd? Nice sweater, dork. Your mom make it for you?”

Clark decided he needed to intervene and get his date back on track. He was this close to having sex for the first time and didn’t some jackass ruining his chances. He was also pretty confident that even with only 1% of his superstrength, and the fact that he was a little woozy from the big meal, he had sufficient power to take on Brick if a tussle broke out. “Look sir, Oscar has already asked you to leave us alone. I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I will if you don’t do as he requested.”

"Bring it, chump,” said Brick. “Let's see who's stronger."

Clark took off his sweater and shirt in an attempt to intimidate his competition, but he was in for a surprise. Brick also whipped off his tank top and put his body on display, and it was clear that he had larger muscles than Clark. Everything about his physique was fuller, as if he has just completed a full-body workout at the gym.

"No matter," thought the ex-superhero. "He might be a bit beefier, but I'm Kryptonian. I've got this in the bag, and then when I'm done, I'm going to get Oscar in the sack." Clark smiled at his would-be lover and then licked his lips, and he could see Oscar getting a boner in his shorts.

Clark then turned toward Brick and assumed a boxing stance, and then took the first swing. He missed, but knew he would land the next one.

CRACK! BAM! Before he knew what was happening, however, Brick was swinging his mighty fists and pounding on Clark's face and torso. In addition to weight training for years, he had also studied boxing, wrestling, and martial arts as a part of his training regimen, and he knew exactly how to manhandle any opponent.

Clark desperately tried to defend himself, but Brick had far superior fighting skills. As Superboy and Superman, he had always relied on his unbelievable strength to take on any physical threat, so he had never really learned to properly fight. He swung wildly, missing Brick each time, while Brick connected his fists onto Clark's body over and over and over.

The pain became intense – something that Clark had never experienced before. He quickly became dizzy, swung a few more punches, and then passed out.