"Er, ah, of course sir! " Stuttered the hulking former football star, "Um what did you want to see me for sir? " He mumbled as his meaty left hand began to massage the huge cum-stained bulge in the crotch of his thread-bare skin-tight jeans. "I wanted to discuss the changes to your contract with us, Clarkie-boy, that 16" dick of yours is going to make you famous!"
"That's great, sir," the dim-witted jock, absently began to scratch the thick mat of blue-black hair that carpeted his exposed chest, " Ya know how much I love ta fuck, does this mean, yur gonna pay me ta fuck ya?"
" Ha, ha," he chuckled, " No Clark, I want you to star in a series of fuck pics with EZ Lane."
" Shit, that bitch is fuckin hot! I'd fuckin pay you to fuck her!"
"Well, Clark, we'll pay you to ram that big bat of yours into her till she passes out, don't worry, but you have to wear your Superman costume while you fuck her,...at least at the start. We'll pay you $500 for the film, and supply you with all the cocaine you can snort up that huge nose of yours. Sound good?"
Clark, who'd peeled off his jeans and was jacking his engorged cock during this conversation, looked up and made an attempt at concentrating on Cal's speech, but soon lost interest and returned to his obsession with his genitals. Bending forward he sucked the fore-skinned head of his dick into his mouth and began to give himself a vigourous blow-job, all the while fingering his own asshole.
"I'll take that as a yes", said Cal.