Superman woke up way too early (50 Explicit Images)

It wasn’t a usual morning for Superman. No emergency calls, no all-nighter stress, just the soft buzz of his 5:30am alarm on his phone pulling him out of sleep. Still half-dreaming, he blinked at the time and groaned. Ugh... way too early. But hey,at least he didn’t wake up to a crisis for once.

He dragged himself to the kitchen in just his shirt and jockstrap, still warm from bed, hair messy, body heavy with sleep. He poured himself a hot cup of coffee, took a long sip, let the heat fill him, and suddenly, he was awake.

That’s when he peeled off his sleeping shirt. It clung just a little from the warmth and the sweat. He tugged it off slowly, letting the cool air hit his bare chest. His skin tingled, nipples hard from the temperature change, maybe from something else too. He stretched lazily, his muscles flexing as he leaned against the counter, sipping that coffee like it was the best foreplay he’d had in weeks.

Back in bed, still in nothing but that jockstrap, he grabbed his phone to scroll through the news. No drama. No disasters. No urgent anything. Just silence.

Until he scrolled past that video. Just a quick glimpse of something... suggestive. The kind of content that slides in between serious posts and derails your entire morning. His eyes lingered.

Boom. It hit.

That slow, creeping heat at his core. He chuckled to himself. Guess I’m not leaving this bed anytime soon.

One hand slid beneath the waistband, casual at first, then not-so-casual. He sucked his finger to lube it up, eyes locked on the screen, letting his imagination spiral as he circled his hole. He squirmed on the sheets, hips twitching, breath getting heavier. God, he thought, I should really get up and shower… but damn, this feels too good.

He tried edging, teasing himself by switching positions: lying flat, then up on all fours, then standing, chasing the edge with slow strokes and soft moans. The precum was leaking, stringing down his leg. Every time he paused, his body begged for more.

And when he finally came? It was loud, messy, desperate. Like his whole body had been waiting for this moment to let go.

Not a bad way to kill time before work. Not bad at all.