Calvin Ellis of Earth 65

What was worse was who came in. It wasn't another woman to leer at, it was a tall, dark-skinned man. He was fresh from the hot spring....and naked.

'S-seriously, does no one have decency here?'

In his case, it was out envy. This other male's broad shoulders and chiseled abs made Hiro tiny in comparison. What really made him feel tinier was the man’s cock—an impressive eight inches, thick and proud, swinging between his legs as he walked.

Cassandra glanced over, her expression unbothered, but Hiro’s eyes widened in recognition. 'That’s… Kalel. Calvin Ellis. The Superman of Earth 23. I know him!'

Superman had recommended Toyman to this alternate Superman and his crew to help repair some multiversal jail device. He kinda helped, but honestly, the tech was way too cosmic for his understanding. He was thanked for his efforts after a day and Hiro shrugged his brief time too.

'But he's still here? Ugh...'

Thwap, thwap, thwap!

'...I hate big dick guys...'

"Hi."

He greeted Hiro first like a good guy. Couldn't even be mad at him now. "Hey," Hiro replied with a **** smile. "We've..."

"Met, yes." Calvin winked. Then he smiled warmly and walked past Hiro and to Cassandra. “Hello. Mind if I join you?”

He was talking to Cassandra though. Ugh. Hiro's envy burned again.

"Sure." Cassandra squatted down to put down the barbell. Still squatting, right before getting up, her eyes flicked to Calvin’s crotch. She paused and tilted her head like a bird

“Ohh…”

His dick was dangling right there and she neared it. Hiro's heart skipped when she was eye level with his black dong.

“Wow, so this is a BBC! So cute!”

Calvin blinked, clearly taken aback, but he chuckled good-naturedly. “Uh… thank you, I, uh, guess.” Mr. President was completely off-guard and Hiro was kinda happy to see it.

Cassandra’s expression was innocent, almost childlike as she added, “My boyfriend's cock is much bigger, though."

A man could calculate the second the president fell silent. Cassandra grabbed her barbell and resuming her squats like nothing had happened.

Calvin was stunned. He planned to join her side-by-side. However, that remark got him to look over at the only other guy here: Hiro.

“So, uh… who’s her boyfriend?” Calvin asked, nodding toward Cassandra.

"H-heh, me."

Calvin gave him an almost fatherly smile. Like...come on. You can tell the truth.

'Bastard.'

"Fine. Uh… all I know is his name is Aaron Reigner,” he muttered.

Calvin hummed clearly intrigued. “Aaron, huh? Lucky guy.”

Hiro didn’t respond, his eyes drifting back to Cassandra. She was completely in her element.

What did Mr. President-Black-Superman do? He grabbed two barbells and started curling them. Yep, five hundred pounds ease and curling them for no other reason.

Hiro snorted. Calvin looked over, smiling politely.

"What? Think it's pointless?"

"For you, yeah."

"Have you ever heard of married men and women that can't run?"

"Huh?"

"See, they think they can run only because they assume they can. But after decades of not doing it, why should your body be able to do it? Because you told it too?" Hiro blinked several times. Calvin laughed and curled again and again, no breaks in between. "Though I might be blessed, without stretching and muscle memory, you can lose precious motor skills."

"Oh. Uh, okay."

At last, Cassandra noticed how strong Calvin was. She rose to her full height, barbell down, and squinting at him. "You're..."

"Mm?" Calvin had that smile. As though expecting her to figure it out.

"...nevermind." Cassandra probably figured it out but saw no point in saying it out loud. "I'm going to do some bench presses. Can you help?"

"It would be my pleasure," Calvin replied.

"H-h-hey, wait! How about me?"

Cassandra looked at Hiro. Her eyes travelled up and down his body. She giggled. "Sorry. Um...it might too much for you."

Fuck. Yeah, it was fucking obvious he was scrawny. He was in a kimono too while Calvin was out there showing his dick swinging bode. Ugggh. His crush doing naked exercises with another guy? Not cool...