Superman's Boyfriend, Jimmy Olsen
From Rent Boy to Cub Reporter
by Mistress Tawny Suede
Chapter Thirteen - Building tension!
Clark couldn't help gazing across the newsroom floor at Jimmy as he set up his small desk. The lad looked great! He had put on a bit of weight. But gone was any hint of makeup or other feminine mannerisms from his days as a rent boy. Or at least, Clark assumed he was no longer selling his ass on the street. Jimmy's hair was well maintained. He was wearing a green checked sports jacket, brown corduroy pants and a red bow tie which would become his fashion trademark.
Only a half hour after his introduction Perry sent Lois out to cover a story and sent Jimmy along with a camera to be her junior. They did not return until mid afternoon, talking animatedly to each other. Jimmy's first assignment seemed to have gone well. Clark himself was in and out of the office several times during the day. Once for Daily Planet business, and twice he had gone to the supply closet and changed to Superman, streaking off to make one rescue or another. Both times he explained his extended absences on tummy trouble.
Clark had no chance to talk alone with Jimmy. When he got back from his late day superheroics, Jimmy had gone home for the day. Clark had hoped that Jimmy might want to talk with him, but he guessed that was too much. Their relationship had ended almost a year ago. Jimmy was most likely still mad at him and was probably in another relationship of his own. Man or woman, Superman wished him well, even if he could not tell him so.
One of these days, Perry would end up assigning them to work together and then Jimmy would have to talk to him. But that did not happen the rest of the week, and the brief times that Jimmy was in the office he seemed to be ignoring Clark, other than the few times he would glance over and smile briefly. Was he mad at Clark? Was he teasing him?
Friday evening, Superman was feeling frustrated. And horny. In the evening he patrolled the city and broke up one jewellery heist and three muggings. When he accidentally broke the arm of one of the muggers he realized his aggression was out of hand. He had to blow off some steam, or fuck someone!
He phoned Dick Grayson with the intention of flying up to Hudson University. Dick was not his ideal sexual partner, but he was someone who he could talk to about Jimmy and if he asked Dick to wear a bit of makeup and some stockings, he knew the Teen Wonder would go along and his ass did feel so good on Superman's dick. When Dick answered he said that this weekend was not good. He had exams to study for. And he didn't appreciate Clark calling him for a one night stand. They had agreed they were not right for each other, long term. Dick did listen when Clark said that Jimmy was back. And he told Clark to grow a pair and talk to his former lover!
Good advice. But it did not take care of Superman's need for a good fucking. Clark put on his casual club clothes and made his way to one of the gay clubs where he often picked up a young man. He bought drinks for several likely candidates and danced with a few of them. A couple of guys were very eager to get it on with the hunky reporter. Clark found a likely pair of friends and was considering going back to their apartment with them. The three were grinding groins together on the dance floor and feeling each other's cocks, but it just did not feel right for him.
Jimmy was too much on his mind. Jimmy was the one he wanted. Not these other young men. The men were disappointed when the stud reporter made his goodbyes. Clark walked home in a sullen mood. He had never forgotten Jimmy, but he had mostly gotten over him. He had not found a new long term lover because no one could match his idealized image of Jimmy. He had almost gotten over his heart ache, but now it was back. What could he do?
Back at his apartment, Clark disrobed. He rummaged through a drawer that still had Jimmy's undergarments in it. He had never thrown them away when Jimmy left him. He took out a couple pairs of silk panties. They had been washed, but Jimmy had worn them so many times, that the scent of his body still lingered in them at least when held up to a super nose! Superman lay down on the bed and fisted his cock. He sniffed at the panties, helping to spark his super memory of the odour of his young lover. Superman worked his cock, his precum giving ample lubrication. He then began to rub the panties around the head of hs dick. He groaned and called out Jimmy's name as he came. He captured the first jets of cum in the panties and then as he lay exhausted, the remainder of his cum ran down the length of his superdick.
He fell asleep.
In the morning he showered and made breakfast. He had no plans for the day, which was just as well. It took until almost noon before he realized there was an envelope on the floor just inside his apartment door. Someone had pushed it under the door. A quick check with his x-ray vision revealed that it held just a sheet of paper. No bomb or chemical agents aimed at shutting up a snoopy reporter!
He opened the envelope and looked at the note inside. It was brief: "Love to meet and talk. Anytime Sunday. 244 Hamburg Street. Apartment 15. Second floor rear. Bring coffee. J xx"
Chapter Fourteen - Lovers Reunited!
Superman was giddy, and nervous. He was about to meet his lover again. He had betrayed his trust and lost him almost a year ago. He had searched for a replacement, someone else he could love. But Jimmy had always been on his mind. It was Jimmy who he wanted. And now. Perhaps. Maybe....
Jimmy too was nervous. He waited and waited and finally at about three pm there was a knock on the door. He opened it to find Clark standing there with two cups of coffee and some donuts. He invited Clark in. Neither man made a move to hug the other. There was an uncertainty between them.
Clark complimented Jimmy on his apartment. He didn't say so but it was much cleaner and tidier than he had expected. When Jimmy had been living in the run down slum building, the apartment he had shared with his fellow rent boys had always been strewn with dirty clothes and left over pizza and chinese food boxes. Apparently Jimmy did know how to keep a tidy apartment.
Jimmy himself was well groomed and dressed respectably. Looking at him now, no one would suspect that he had lived most of his young adult life as a queer rent boy. The two men sipped their coffee in awkward silence. Finally Clark said, "I never had a chance to say how very sorry..."
But Jimmy interrupted him. "That's in the past. I'm not mad anymore. I could never stay mad at you, no matter how much you hurt me."
"I wasn't trying to....." Clark started, and then looked ashamed. "Yes, yes I was trying to hurt you. I knew you would find out one way or another. I just hadn't expected you to walk in on us, and run away before I could say anything...."
"It's all right Clark," said Jimmy reaching over to squeeze Superman's hand. But he released it again. "It was really for the best."
