John Stewart, The Green Lantern

There was no time to think about it. Lois closed the gap between them and she began to pull at the Green Lantern's costume. Despite the fact that it looked all of a piece, she found a carefully-concealed flap along the groin—no surprise there, all heroes had to pee at some point—and with Mercy Graves counting down, the reporter tore it open.

The cock spooled out like a heavy brown serpent.

Lois was momentarily shocked. She knew black men weren't naturally any more well endowed than any other men, but this was still the biggest cock she had seen in the flesh. The head was the same color as the skin, which Lois knew happened sometimes with black men...and he was uncut, the foreskin drawn up so that only the tip of his prick was showing. Stranger, he was hairless down there, which made the pendulous balls seem even larger.

"...2...1..."

The reporter dove on the black cock, forcing the soft monster into her mouth, not even bothering to peel the skin back.

"Not bad, Lane. You've got ten minutes to make him ejaculate...and it has to be inside of you. He blows his load, or I blow his head off."

Anger flared through the reporter. She hated to be **** into this, to race against the clock...and at the same time it was so new, this hot, unprotected manmeat that filled her mouth, the slightly bitter taste of piss from the end of the unwashed dick...the Green Lantern costumes must be like a sauna, and as Lois gently peeled back the foreskin with lips and fingers, a not-entirely-unpleasant reek came to her nostrils...and that's when Lois got another surprise.

John Stewart had an alien STD.

At least, that's what she assumed it was. Once his brown foreskin was peeled back, small blue bumps were visible along the crown of his glans, hard and rubbery to the touch. He shifted and moaned, and Lois saw that the rash, or whatever it was, extended all the way beneath the glans and onto the shaft. An alien landscape of unnaturally bright blue buboes, and even as careful as Lois was, she couldn't help but break one of the little blisters, which weeped a mixture of pale blue fluid and a trickle of blood.

No doubt he'd fucked some alien slut in space and caught a dose of whatever passed for herpes on Oa.

Still, the added sensation of hands and mouth had caused blood to rush into the dick, which stiffened appreciably...not growing much longer, but standing out and away from the body, the sides rigid and soft underskin swelling out to a definite ridge...and Lois Lane was faced with a terrible choice.

Where am I going to let him cum?