Supermans Urinal Jimmy Olsen

I wrote this late at night, stoned as fuck. Forgive me any truly egregious errors.

Yes, my Jimmy Olsen is fat. If you're not into it, I don't want to hear about it.

I'm not a constant Superman fan, but he was a brief but strong ADHD-fueled obsession a few months ago, so here we are.

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It seems likely that the Man of Steel had never imagined pissing on someone. It's not that he's naive, per se, but he's so damned wholesome. Jimmy Olsen didn't feel wholesome, he felt embarrassed. Not about the piss, so much, but the fact that Clark had overheard Jimmy share his fantasy with a lover. Jimmy couldn't even remember the guy's name, but he'd been drunk and feeling sexy and it was hot to tell someone, anyone, that he wanted Superman to piss on him.

Jimmy stared at his feet and rubbed his bare arms. It wasn't cold, not even this high up. It could be brisk on the roof of the Daily Planet, but not today. No, Jimmy rubbed his arms because he was anxious. How else was he supposed to feel with fucking Superman hovering in the air before him.

"Jimmy—"

Jimmy couldn't bring himself to look at Clark. Superman. Even his voice made the redhead's cock swell in his pants. He hated that his dick throbbed even as he was preparing for Superman to tell him how disgusted, how disappointed he was in Jimmy. How—

"I'll do it."

Jimmy froze. He must have misheard. The city was still so loud from this high up. Or he imagined it. After all, he'd fantasized about this moment dozens of times. There was no way that the Man of Steel, Jimmy's Kryptonian pal, was agreeing to piss on him.

Superman's boots floated into Jimmy's field of vision as he landed on the roof. He reached out to put his hand on Jimmy's shoulder but the shorter man flinched. His cheeks burned just for being seen by this man.

"Jimmy, look at me."

Jimmy risked it, his eyes darting up Superman's body—oh fuck, that bulge—until he was gazing into Clark's bright blue eyes. The love on Clark's face was heartbreaking. Of course he wasn't angry.

What Jimmy didn't know is that Superman was drinking Lobo's piss a week ago. But that's another tale for another time.

Jimmy wasn't ready to hear that. He'd only just been able to vocalize this desire. Clark had known about Jimmy's desires for some time; he was more than capable of putting together the clues. Jimmy whispering his name when he jacked off. Jimmy's dick swelling when he used the urinal next to Clark, his heart racing.

Dear, sweet Jimmy.

"What about Lois," Jimmy asked. "I couldn't—"

"It's okay. She knows. Hell, she has a monthly date night with Batman in Gotham City."

"Really?"

"No, but she could if she wanted to."

"You could be lying."

"I don't lie, Jimmy. Look, it doesn't happen all of the time. But our lives are chaotic, and sometimes we don't see each other for a long time. It's not fair to ask Lois to miss a chance at pleasure just because I'm across the galaxy. She feels the same."

Superman reached out and placed his hands on either side of Jimmy's chubby belly.

"You're a kind and cute man, Jimmy Olsen."

Jimmy paced back and forth. "Ooh, boy. Ooh, boy. Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. This is a lot to take in, Jimmy."

"I really do need to take a piss." Jimmy's jaw went slack as he watched Superman reach down and rearrange himself through his red briefs. Jimmy let out an involuntary sound, swallowed.

Superman floated back into the air, closer to Jimmy than he had been in the shadow of the massive metal planetoid spinning atop the building. He stopped just a few inches away, his crotch above Jimmy's head still. Jimmy's knees threatened to give out when Superman hooked his thumbs into his waistband.

"You do want this, don't you Jimmy?"

"I—"

"Tell me how you want it. Tell me where you want it."

Jimmy had always imagined being on his knees before the Man of Steel, but the way Superman hovered above him made him want it just like this.

'This is—" It's so hard for him to find his voice. Even harder when Superman unlatches his belt and slips his briefs down until Jimmy can see his dark, coarse bush. "This is good."

"Good," Superman said, and Jimmy could swear that his smile was downright loving.

Everything disappears—The Daily Planet, the wind, Metropolis, the sirens—the moment Jimmy can see the base of Superman's cock. "Holy shit," he mutters to himself. He felt like he was floating in space, and not just because there was a giant bronze planet spinning near him.

"You should strip," Clark said. Jimmy blushed harder. "That is, unless you want to go back to work in piss-soaked clothes. Don't worry, no one can see you. This roof is surprisingly private."

Jimmy looked around. All around him, Metropolis was alive, swollen with people. He felt so exposed, but he knew that Clark had changed up here dozens, if not hundreds, of times.

Jimmy wanted what he wanted so badly that it wasn't really a question of whether or not he was going to undress. It took him a minute to make his way through the many buttons of his shirt. His face wasn't the only thing that flushed as he exposed his chest and shoulders. His normally-pale skin was pink with embarrassment. He'd put on a lot of weight recently—a lot—and he was still getting used to his new body.

He needn't worry. Clark loved every body type, his hands flexing as he thought about digging his fingers into Jimmy's round flesh. "You have a beautiful body, Jimmy."

Jimmy kicked his shoes off, pulled his khakis down. He stood there in his boxer shorts. The tent in his shorts announced his arousal like a carnival barker. He hesitated, unable to take the last step.

"I will if you will," Clark said, snapping the waistband of his red briefs. Jimmy pulled his down in one swift motion, his red erection standing firmly outward from his red bush, beneath his big round belly. His cock was short and fat and red, like him.

Superman didn't make him wait. In one swift motion, he pulled the waistband of his briefs down far enough that his thick cock and heavy balls swung out. Jimmy had fantasized about this moment so much.

And then it was raining piss.

Jimmy barely had a second to process Superman's exposed cock before he felt the first splashes of piss. He was so instantly thankful that Clark had asked him to strip; the warm wetness of Superman's piss felt so completely perfect splashing against his chest, matting his curly red hair. His cock felt impossibly hard, then warm and wet as Superman's piss flowed further down and branched off, pouring down Jimmy's cock. For a moment, it looked like Jimmy was pissing Superman's urine, the heavy flow arcing from his cockhead before splashing onto his feet and the Daily Planet's concrete roof.

Superman's piss was yellow-tinged but nearly clear and scentless. Jimmy put one hand on his belly and the other on his cock. He was so hard.

So hard.

Jimmy looked up, locking eyes with Clark. Clark's eyes were impossibly blue and kind. Yes, he was pissing on Jimmy, but his eyes communicated only love. No, he didn't think Superman was in love with him, but he could believe that he loved him.

Jimmy's mouth dropped open and Superman floated closer. He asks for permission with his eyes, and Jimmy nods. Superman aimed his cock at Jimmy's open lips, his salty piss splashing onto his tongue, filling his mouth. Jimmy didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't this ocean-warm salt water. The faint smell made it impossible to forget that it was piss, but that was what was hot about it.

Jimmy swallowed a mouthful, Clark's piss splashing onto his cheek and into his red, curly beard. Jimmy wasn't a religious man, but this was the closest he could imagine coming to touching God. Superman's piss was inside of him. Clark's urine. Warm in his chest like whiskey, but not.

Jimmy had no reason to believe Kryptonians were that biologically different, but Superman was definitely pissing for so long. Even as Jimmy swallowed a third and fourth gulp, Clark's stream showed now sign of slowing down.

"I told you I had to piss," Superman said.

Jimmy blushed and swallowed a last gulp before Superman's stream splashed back onto his chest. The chubby photographer squeezed his cock, wishing he could stroke himself off. Sure, Clark was pissing on him, but he hadn't agreed to watch Jimmy jack off or cum.

Clark's cock was so close to him. So close and beautiful, thick and plump. Jimmy tried to etch every detail into his brain, wishing he had his camera like never before.

"You can finish yourself off, if you want." It was almost like he had telepathy. "I can't piss forever, but I bet you can get there fast enough."

Jimmy's knees almost buckled. Clark's voice—Superman's voice—was so deep and confident. He started to stroke his cock, already wet with piss. Superman kept his stream on Jimmy's chest and belly, occasionally splashing side-to-side in his chest hair. Jimmy knew it wouldn't take long when the hot piss streamed onto his nipples. He was already leaking precum, and the nerves between his nipples and his cock flared like lightning.

His hand moved quickly, squeezing himself hard. Superman's piss squelched between his fingers as he stroked himself. He was getting close. He could feel the fire building in his chest—

Superman could see Jimmy's heart speeding up, his blood thundering in his veins, quickening with arousal. He knew he was close, and—

"F-f-fuck," Jimmy stuttered as the first wave of orgasm hits him. Just as it does, Superman floated closer with such precision that the head of his cock just barely rested on Jimmy's bottom lip. Jimmy wanted to react and show just how fucking hot this was but he was cut off by the piss filling his mouth. Cum erupted from his cock, shooting further than he ever had before. Superman was high enough to be out of range, but Jimmy's cum shot far past him on the Daily Planet's roof. It takes everything he has to stay on his knees, to stay still as Clark's cock rests gently on his lips, filling his mouth with piss. Jimmy swallowed as he came, taking in as much of Superman as he could while this lasted. He wanted to keep it forever.

Jimmy's balls were tight to the base of his cock, his enclosed fist bouncing against them as he stroked himself through his orgasm. He pushed his cock downward, unloading his final three shots into the puddle of piss around his feet. Clark's piss slowed quickly, and then his stream was gone. He shook his cock, his final drops landing on Jimmy's face.

His knees couldn't take any more. He dropped to them, his knees splashing in the piss and cum. He wanted to say so many profane things, but he also wanted to keep the very last swallow of piss in his mouth a little longer. He wanted to keep it there forever.

Clark finished shaking his cock, and tucked it away into his briefs. "That was a lot of fun," he said. Then he looked out on the horizon and said "Excuse me—" and then he was gone. Jimmy almost hoped that Clark was using a fake emergency as a way to avoid any awkwardness now that Jimmy had cum. But Clark doesn't lie, and Jimmy knew that Superman would save those who need it.

Jimmy sat alone on the roof of the Daily Planet, where he'd worked for years. His body was covered in piss. Superman's piss. His cock wasn't showing any signs of softening. He had at least another orgasm in him, so he toyed with his cock and focused on the piss in his mouth.

The End