Popcorn Bucket

He groaned more and more as his mouth was fucked again and again, and finally, the convict came down his throat. He swallowed every drop eagerly, and managed to get a lick into the man's dick before he tucked it away. "Another load for my hole?" he teased up at the other man.

The convict chuckled, "Oh, so we're a needy little movie snack, hmm?" he chuckled. "While I get another load for you, how about you play with yourself, open yourself up - whatever you need to do so you'll be ready for me, hmm?"

He giggled happily and didn't hesitate to pull down the tiny lower part of his costume, showing off his dick and ass. He sucked on his fingers, and didn't hesitate to ease two fingers into his already prepped hole.

He grinned, and started working on Superboy's shoulders. "I do, it's a lot of fun. But if you're not ready for that, especially with another dude, that's cool," he smiled. "I bet you could find a woman in seconds, a big stud like you."

Superboy relaxed a bit as he felt the bucket’s hands on his firm muscles. “Hey, I appreciate that, Bucket,” he said with a grin. “I’m just curious how you manage to be so confident. What’s your secret?” His smile widened at the thought of women swooning over him; it was a new and exciting idea. “But, what about those thoughts that maybe don’t exactly align with a ‘good guy’? How do you deal with those?”

He laughed softly, and shrugged. "I'm just happy, I guess. I like where I am, you know?" he said softly. He kept massaging Superboy's shoulders, firmly. "I think if you're worried about being a bad guy, that's a pretty good sign that you're already a good guy."

He was loving the feeling of being used like this, and groaned desperately as the sounds filled the dark night around them. He gripped the convict's hips as the man growled, determined swallow the man's load.

His growls became hotter and needier as his arousal grew and his orgasm was quickly incoming. He chuckled from deep in his throat at the popcorn's clear answer with the grip at his hips. He continued to thrust quicker before he began to explode, crying out in pure bliss as his cum filled the other's mouth and down his throat. Once the convict could see straight again, he pulled from the other, tucking himself into his pants. "THanks, man. Now, anything I could do for you?"

He groaned more and more as his mouth was fucked again and again, and finally, the convict came down his throat. He swallowed every drop eagerly, and managed to get a lick into the man's dick before he tucked it away. "Another load for my hole?" he teased up at the other man.

He groaned loudly, trying to encourage the other man to fuck his mouth as rough as he wanted. He gripped the convict's hips tightly, moaning as he tried his best to service the other man.

More moans, grunts and growls leaked into the dead, dark night surrounding them. The convict reached against the other's scalp, gipping tightly to the other's hair in a fist, holding his head still. The convict thrusted in and out of the other's throat, enjoying the lewd, wet sounds between them. "Oh shit, there we go," he growled, "I'm close, where do you want it?"

He was loving the feeling of being used like this, and groaned desperately as the sounds filled the dark night around them. He gripped the convict's hips as the man growled, determined swallow the man's load.

He looked up, his eyes widening as the man's cock was pulled from his pants. "You can have anything you want, man, you look like you've had a tough time," he smiled, before happily taking that dick into his warm mouth.

"The toughest," he agreed, pushing his cock further into the other's mouth and began moving back and forth. He moaned and growled with each thrust, feeling the popcorn's walls suck against his dick with each pass. "Oh shit, you're good at this," he growled, tipping his head back and looking at the stars above him while starting to see them spin behind his eyes.

He groaned loudly, trying to encourage the other man to fuck his mouth as rough as he wanted. He gripped the convict's hips tightly, moaning as he tried his best to service the other man.

He grinned. "I trust my partners," he teased back, and stuck his tongue out at Superboy. "No way, man," he said, shaking his head, as he stepped behind the other man and began to massage his shoulders. "If you're not looking to hook up, then I'm good with making a friend."

Superboy chuckled. “Now I see that you weren't talking about eating popcorn...” He shook his head, flashing a grin before leaning in, giving Bucket's hands access to his shoulders. “I'm good with friends, too,” he added, letting his hands work along the tension he didn’t realize he’d built up. “So, do you just... enjoy making things sexual? Not that I’m complaining. Just... y’know, being a couple weeks old, I’ve got some catching up to do. Like, when I see a gorgeous woman, it’s like there’s this... rush I don’t totally understand.”

He grinned, and started working on Superboy's shoulders. "I do, it's a lot of fun. But if you're not ready for that, especially with another dude, that's cool," he smiled. "I bet you could find a woman in seconds, a big stud like you."

"Oh, I can definitely help you with that," the bucket grinned, as he sank to his knees in front of the convict. "What part of my warm body do you want the most?"

The convict grunted in interest as the popcorn container lowered themselves. "I wouldn't turn down a hot mouth first, though I'm open to other options," he admitted, pulling his cock from his drawstring pants, stroking as he moved closer to the other, pressing the head of he cock to the other's lips.

He looked up, his eyes widening as the man's cock was pulled from his pants. "You can have anything you want, man, you look like you've had a tough time," he smiled, before happily taking that dick into his warm mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, a playful grin crossing his face. "You've eaten yourself, to know that for sure?" he teased back. Then he gave Bucket a playful smile. “I won’t say no to a massage,” he said, rolling his shoulders as if to prepare. “Just tell me you’re not gonna make it all… y’know, sexual or something. You seem like you’re pretty good at doing that.”

He grinned. "I trust my partners," he teased back, and stuck his tongue out at Superboy. "No way, man," he said, shaking his head, as he stepped behind the other man and began to massage his shoulders. "If you're not looking to hook up, then I'm good with making a friend."

"Oh, I can definitely help you with that," the bucket grinned, as he sank to his knees in front of the convict. "What part of my warm body do you want the most?"

"Now you know," he grinned as Superboy chuckled at him. "A few weeks? Oh wow," Popcorn smiled at the other man. "Well, I bet you could use a warm hole for that big super dick."

"I was created in a lab, but I escaped," Superboy said, summing it up quickly. He blinked, only to have his jaw drop as the conversation took a rather unexpected turn. Head leaning forward, completely caught off guard, he repeated, “Wait, what?” His expression was a mix of shock and disbelief, not quite sure he’d heard right.

"Whoa, that's crazy," he exclaimed, and then licked his lips. He ran a hand over his own exposed torso, and smiled at Superboy. "Too much for you?"

“Yeah… how did you end up being a bucket man?” Superboy asked, a curious grin spreading across his face. The other guy seemed to radiate a casual, effortless confidence, his every move almost magnetic. Superboy laughed it off, shaking his head, and masking any embarrassment with a smile. “You caught me off guard, that’s all. I thought you were talking about a massage or something.”

He grinned and shrugged his bare shoulders. "I just got lucky, I guess. I'm really nice to eat," he teased the other man. "Well, I can totally give you a massage too. Whatever you want!"

"Now you know," he grinned as Superboy chuckled at him. "A few weeks? Oh wow," Popcorn smiled at the other man. "Well, I bet you could use a warm hole for that big super dick."

"I was created in a lab, but I escaped," Superboy said, summing it up quickly. He blinked, only to have his jaw drop as the conversation took a rather unexpected turn. Head leaning forward, completely caught off guard, he repeated, “Wait, what?” His expression was a mix of shock and disbelief, not quite sure he’d heard right.

"Whoa, that's crazy," he exclaimed, and then licked his lips. He ran a hand over his own exposed torso, and smiled at Superboy. "Too much for you?"

He grinned, and then took Superboy's hand and shook it. "Clearly, I'm a sexy Popcorn Bucket," he chuckled, shaking his head. "But if you're feeling a little worked up, I can totally help with that."

“I didn’t know there were living popcorn buckets—let alone sexy ones…” Superboy chuckled, giving them an amused once-over. “But, hey, I’ve only been alive for a few weeks, so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore.” He tilted his head. “How do you mean, exactly?”

"Now you know," he grinned as Superboy chuckled at him. "A few weeks? Oh wow," Popcorn smiled at the other man. "Well, I bet you could use a warm hole for that big super dick."

"Oh wow!" Popcorn exclaimed, as Superboy burst through the hedge wall. "Hey, wait, you're not using your powers to cheat at the maze, are you? That's naughty," he grinned.

“No… no. Of course not,” Superboy said quickly, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “I’m a good guy, even if one of my dads is an evil genius. I just… lost my cool for a second. But I’m fine now.” He took a breath, trying to shake off his unease, then extended a hand with a slight smile. “I’m Superboy. Who are you?”

He grinned, and then took Superboy's hand and shook it. "Clearly, I'm a sexy Popcorn Bucket," he chuckled, shaking his head. "But if you're feeling a little worked up, I can totally help with that."

"Oh wow!" Popcorn exclaimed, as Superboy burst through the hedge wall. "Hey, wait, you're not using your powers to cheat at the maze, are you? That's naughty," he grinned.