By Mouudy contact me atMichiganmark26@yahoo.com
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Disclaimer: All of the standard disclaimers apply. The Titans and all other DC characters are the property of DC Comics, and I take no credit for the creation of their characters, only my own. This is a fan fiction, therefore anything discontinuous to the normal DC universe, including sexuality of the characters, is the product of my imagination. Any similarities to real people or events is completely coincidental. This story contains male/male sex and romance. If you find either theme offensive, what are you doing reading nifty stories? And if you are underage or this story is illegal where you are reading, please leave.
Chapter 1- The Longest Day
He slid his cock up and down the crack of my ass. He had me bent over a marble counter. His friend stood above me. His long flaccid cock waving in my face. Behind me, he spread my ass cheeks apart. Blowing on my rose puckered hole. He then dove in and darted his tongue deep into my waiting hole. I could no longer ignore the long flaccid cock in front of me. I opened my mouth and swallowed the cock whole down to the base. Behind me he continued his assault on my ass. Taking one finger and sliding it in and then out. Then tonguing my hole again. Then two fingers sliding in and then three. I began moaning louder and louder. The large cock in front of me finally up to its full eight inches. He grabbed me by my long hair and rammed his cock in and out of my mouth harder and harder. Behind me he began to tease my hole. Sticking his cock head in and then pulling it out. I wanted all of his manhood deep inside me. I wanted him to bury the cock in me, pull it all the way out and ram it back in again and again, as hard as he possibly could. He answered my wishes. As if he heard the thoughts I was screaming out in my head. He grabbed my hips and in one quick motion he rammed his cock deep inside me. My back arched, the cock in my mouth shot straight to the back of my throat. I began gagging, chocking even. But I liked it.
I wanted to have these strange men, men I didn't know. Filling every hole in my body. Filling me with these manhood. Filling me with there sweet nectar. I was tired of being a virgin. I was tired of never knowing the feeling of a man's touch. The feel of a cock sliding In and out of my mouth. The feeling of gagging on a large cock. Have a tongue In my ass. Finally knowing the feeling of a cock buried deep inside me.
He continued burying himself deep inside me. Moaning and telling me how good my ass feels. How tight my hole is. How he's never had a virgin hole before. That's he don't know how long he can handle plowing such a tight hole. Above me he began thrashing his head around, telling me how great my full lips are around his cock. When he finally begins blasting his load down my throat. I could feel every inch of his cock throb as each spurt of his load flooded my mouth. I tried to swallow as much of his load as I could. But the flooding was just to much to handle. What I couldn't swallow, came rushing down my chin and down my bare chest. My cock suddenly began to shoot off on its own, never once being touched. I moaned louder then I have ever moaned before. My ass ring began tightening around the cock that was invading my hole. He couldn't take it any longer and began flooding my ass with his baby makers.
I was in seventh heaven.
Until I woke up. Shooting my load in my underwear. Thrashing up and down on my bed. Till my bed came crashing down on the floor, will a loud boom. I knew I had just woken up my parents. I knew any second they were going to come running into my room. And here I lay, soaked in my own cum. I wanted to run into the bathroom, but there was no time. Having super powered parents can suck big time...in situations like this. Three...two...one...they barge through the door.
"Oh my goodness are you alright?" my mother asked, much to my embarrassment.
"I'm fine mom! I...I was just having a crazy dream." to say the least.
"Son...what happened here?" my dad asked upon walking into my room and seeing the devastation left behind.
"Dad...I must have been floating again above the bed, and came crashing down." I started giving my dad the crazy eyes, like get a hint...you were a teenage boy once.
"Oh...Oh...um...honey...why don't you give us boys minute." my dad said. My mother gave a strange look then walked out.
"Dad...your not going to give me the talk again are you? Once was embarrassing enough." I said as I covered my head with my pillow.
"No...no...Just wanted to get your mother out of the room, before she decided to lift up your covers and see the big mess in your pajama bottoms." he said, while trying to keep a straight face.
"How long is this going to keep happening for?" I asked.
"Son...most guys would kill to have wet dreams as often as you do. Now why don't you get up and take a shower...your mother started making breakfast, so don't take too long." he said while winking at me.
"Thanks dad. You're the best."
He walked out leaving me in the mess I was in. My dad, he is 100% the man. My best friend. My everything. We're tighter than most kids and their dads. My mother too, but it's just different for guys. She has her hands full with the two of us, that's for sure.
My mother and father met a long time ago. They both were apart of a group called The Justice Society of America. My father's name is Grant Albert Emerson, my mother's name is Jesse Belle Chambers. They're better known by the names Damage and Jesse Quick, only now she goes by the name Liberty Belle after her mother.
Being the son of two superheroes can be very exciting...you get to meet the most amazing superheroes. I mean just the other day Black Canary and the Green Arrow came over for dinner. My mothers best friend is none other than Donna Troy. Wonder Woman's sister. A princess of Amazons. She's the coolest. I call her aunt Donna. She's smart, beautiful and has died on more than one occasion and still lives to tell the tale. How cool is that. I don't get to meet all superheroes as my parents don't really want everyone knowing about me. Something about keeping me safe. If the bad guys figured out they had a son, they would use me to get to them.
I have some powers...my dad says I haven't reached my full potential yet. He and my mother talk nervously about it all the time. I haven't really had many chances to go out there and really see what I can do. My parents have decided that its best for me to live a normal life while I'm young. Normal, what's so normal about high school, homework, zits...It's been way to long since they were in high school. They don't get how hard it is to try controlling my powers while I'm around other kids. Especially when I could super speed past them all on the track. Or beat any bullies to a bloody pulp. As soon as I graduate I'm going to become a crime fighter, just like them. I don't see the point in continuing my education, when I'm just going to wind up joining a team and battling along side other heroes. Just like my mom and dad.
Lately my parents have been a little on edge. Something big must be going down. It's been `Go straight to school and come straight home afterwards.' They never get that protective unless something serious is going down. That's what the bursting into my room over hearing my bed come crashing down, was about. They must have thought someone was breaking in.
One day I'll be able to show them I can take care of myself.
I quickly take a shower. Change the bedding. Get dressed. Today I decide on a sweet pare of DKNY jeans that really show off my bubble butt. An Abercrombie and Fitch tight hugging tee shirt. I check my self out in the mirror...and cant help see the resemblance of my father in me. My father is 6'0, 175 lbs, with deep ocean blue eyes and jet black hair. I've already hit 6'1, 195 lbs, with emerald green eyes, and jet black hair, that hangs down to my nose. My mothers eyes are jade green, she's 5'10, with long blond hair. I guess my eye color is a mix of both of theirs. I'm sure not complaining. They attracted a lot of attention. Not that, it helps...still a virgin...dreams don't count. My parents are afraid I wont be able to control my powers and I could hurt someone. My reason is better, I haven't found the right guy yet. The one person that could make me feel whole. My true love.
My dad found my mother. Why cant I find that special someone. The Sun to my Earth. Until then, I'll just have to settle for my nightly dreams.
I walk downstairs following the smell of pancakes in the air.
"Smells delicious. Morning mom, Dad." I say as I kiss my mother and then my father. I'm very touchy feely with my father. Most guys at 17 feel they're to old for that. Not me, I love to kiss and hug on my father. And he just cant get enough. When I was younger my father told me how he was sexually abused by his step-father. And how it effected him his whole life, till he met my mother and they had me. He wanted to make sure I was always shown love and attention. And that just makes me the luckiest person in the world. I just don't know what I would have been like if I didn't have my parents, and quite frankly I don't want to ever find out.
"Junior we have to have a serious conversation." he spoke ominously.
"Dad, I thought we already established that we had the sex talk?" my face turning scarlet red.
"It's not about that. Listen baby boy. Your mother and I are in the battle of our lives. The Rogues have teamed up with the Injustice Society." my dad started. I interrupted.
"You've taken them down before, what's the difference this time?"
"This time they've killed people. This time they've put their differences aside to take us down. This time they've made it personal. They've been coming after family members. They found out some of our teams true identities." his voice was trembling. Someone must have been killed.
"No one knows about me. I'm not in any danger."
"Grant Albert Emerson Jr. As long as we're in danger, your in danger." my dad began shouting. I knew he was beyond worried, it was a rare thing for him to ever raise his voice to me.
"Dad your scaring me. If it's that dangerous out there...I don't want the two of your going out there either. Cant we just leave, cant we go away somewhere. Can you stop being heroes for awhile. I don't want to lose you guys, you're all I have. I need you." the tears running down my face. My father gets up and grabs me, pulls me into his chest, holding me close. My mother wrapping her arms around us. I began to ball like a baby. The seriousness of his statement melting into my brain. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breath becoming shallow. I've been scared for them before, but he's never acted like this. This is something different, something far worse.
"Junior, you know we cant leave. We have a duty to the people we swore to protect. I'm sorry if I scared you, I just need for you to understand the seriousness of this all." Dad tried to speak calmly.
"Duty...Duty to the people you swore to protect! WHAT ABOUT YOUR DUTY TO ME. TO YOUR SON. HUH DAD. WHAT ABOUT ME? Don't I get a say, don't I matter enough to the both of you. What happens to me if something happens to you? Huh? Did you ever think about that?" I shouted.
"Honey please! Your father and I love you more than anything on the face of this planet. But we swore and oath, this is who we are..." my mother started.
"I don't want to hear any more of this. I have to go, I have school." I grabbed my bad and started walking out the door.
"Grant, get your ass back here, we're not done talking yet." my dad shouted.
"What more is there to say? Be careful. Fine I'll be careful. You love me. Whatever. Cause if you love me, then you would stay here with me. You wouldn't risk your lives, taking the chance that I would lose you forever. Please I'm begging you, stay here with me. Please, mommy, daddy, I need you, I love you, I don't want to lose you, please don't leave me." I was on my knees begging them. The tears came down harder than they ever had. My dad fell to his knees wrapping his self around me, my mother following suit. We stayed like that for a while.
"I'm sorry son, I'm sorry. Forgive us. One day you'll understand. One day you'll know why we make the sacrifices we do. To protect the world we live in, to make this world a safer place for you to grow up in, we have to make these hard choices. One day my son, you'll be a man, and you'll understand why. But never for a single moment think that we didn't love you. Because everything we do, we do it for you. You're the reason we do it, you're the reason we fight. I love you baby boy, with all of my being, you're my heart and my soul kid. Always and forever." My father cried those words out and I knew he meant them with all of his heart. But I couldn't stand it, that he would chose the world over his own flesh and blood. I got to my feet. I kissed my mother and hugged her. I grabbed my father into a bear hug and then kissed him harder than I ever had before.
"I'll be home after school. I love you both. But I'll never understand how you could chose the world over your own son. Please be careful, please come back home to me. I don't want to know a day without the two of you." I looked them in their eyes. The three of us tearing the whole time, and then walked out the door to school.
The day had started out so nice, but now is heading down a darker road. I don't know what's to come. I don't know how bad it will be. I don't even know what to expect. I just know that right now, I feel like my whole life is being torn apart, my whole world is crashing down around me. The two centers of my universe are facing their darkest hours and there is nothing I can do about it.
Please God, let them be okay.
The thought of going to school right now was more than I could handle. There was just no way I could sit through my classes. Be around others who I couldn't talk to about any of this. No one knew who my parents are. No one knew I was the son of two heroes. So when I got far enough I flew up into the air and started flying away to clear my head.
A little bit about my parents powers. My mother possesses super-strength like her mother before her. She also has a connection to the speed force which happens to be related to her visualization of the speed-formula her father came up with. She initially believed that her powers of flight and accelerated speed resulted from the state of mind achieved from the visualization of the speed formula: 3x2(9YZ)4A. She can turn-off her speed by speaking Z25Y(2AB)6. These formulas function as mantras that connect my mother with the speed force, and a few other people can utilize them. My mother is able to move at roughly half-light speed. She also possesses Anti-Friction Aura, when endowed with super-speed she also gains an aura of unknown energy that protects her from friction heat and other adverse effects of super-speed. She also has the ability of Phasing, she can vibrate her atoms at such high speeds that they can slip past the atoms of solid objects, enabling her to pass through such objects without harming them or herself. This also grants her a degree of invisibility. Metabolize Wounds. Accelerating her healing factor while using the Force to sustain her, she could heal from grievous injury. She also has the ability to fly.
As for my father. Biochemical Fusion Reactor: Try saying that ten times fast. Damage is a living biochemical fusion reactor, that constantly absorbs, builds up and produces energy he can manipulate and use in numerous ways. This energy is able to enhance his physical abilities: super human strength. Internal energies give him enhanced strength, regardless of the amount of energy he's channeling into his body. At his lowest levels, he is still capable of lifting around ten tons casually, and with enough finesse that he doesn't crush anything he touches. Super human durability. Channeled energy toughens his skin, making him highly resistant to injury, on a level with the likes of Superman and Captain Marvel. At the low end of the spectrum, Damage has enough resistance to stop twenty tons of force without being hurt. Bullets will not harm him, nor will temperature extremes from -100 degrees Celsius to about 2000 degrees Celsius bother him much. He's immersed himself in volcanic lava before, and suffered no ill effects except for the lack of air. Superhuman Reflexes: at his lowest levels, my dad has the agility and reflexes far above that of an Olympic athlete, or Batman. At these levels, Damage would be able to catch a normal arrow fired from Arsenal at mid-range, and dodge single blasts and bullets. At his higher levels, he will be able to dodge fine-point lasers at close range, and could deflect a stream of bullets from an Uzi fired from ten feet away. Power Blasts: my dad is able to focus his stored energy outward to produce energy blasts, which at his highest output levels can be focused into 100-ton maximum strength energy blasts of concussive force.
Fusion Discharge: ability to take the energy that he generates to detonate himself like a bomb. This power is the most dangerous of the abilities he possesses and also the most tied to his emotional state and the most likely to lose control.
Which of their powers I will wind up with is yet to be determined. So far I've been able to fly at super speeds. I've tested this theory on my own of course, while I've skipped school. Like I said before my parents don't want me to use my abilities. "Normal life" first. Later on I can do what I want. But that hasn't stopped me from trying things. When I've gotten emotional in the past, my body began to glow and I would wind up releasing an energy blast putting a hole through my bedroom wall. My dad was proud. My mother was cursing up and down.
Being in deep thought, I completely forgot that I was flying. I have no clue how long or how far I had gotten. So I flew down towards the city below to take a look around.
I land in an alley below and emerge out onto the street. Looking up at the tall buildings, I realize I've flown to Metropolis. A far cry from my home in San Francisco. My parents would kill me if they ever found out. But while I'm here I might as well do some sight seeing. Who knows maybe I'll run into the Man of Steel. My parents know him well. I've never had the chance to meet him. I walk aimlessly through the streets of Metropolis. The tall skyscrapers are amazing. Superman really keeps this city in check. Might as well check out the Daily Planet while I'm here. As I'm walking I look across the street and see Lex Corp. Photographers are standing in front taking pictures. So I walk across the street for a better look. Who do I see but none other then Lex Luthor himself. Some bald guys can be really sexy. He is definitely one of them. I move in closer to get a better look at him, when I notice a reflection of light coming from a top one of the buildings. Someone is up there with a gun, and it's pointed at Lex.
"I am not now, nor have I ever been a part of the Injustice Gang..." Lex began. When all of the sudden the gunman takes his shot. I fly into the air at super speed over to Lex. I grab him and fly up with him. Below the people are ducking and screaming.
"I'm sorry sir. I didn't know what else to do." I said nervously.
"You just saved my life." he was shocked.
"Anyone else would have done the same." I said.
"No! No, they wouldn't have." he said. I landed a few streets away from any onlookers. Hoping no one got a picture of me in my quick rescue.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Grant." I answered, not wanting to give my last name. He pulls out a card and hands it to me.
"Well Grant, I could use someone like you on my team. Why don't you call me so we can set up a time for you to come to my office and we could sit down and discuss your future." he said.
"Wow. Mr. Luthor. It'd be an honor to work for you. Really. But I don't think my parents would be too keen on that. I'm still in high school sir." I spoke excitedly. This was Lex Luthor. The richest man in the world. Offering me a job.
"High school huh. You look man enough to me. Why by your age, I had already amassed more than half my fortune. You need to look to your future. And I'm a good man to have on your side. I really think you should think this over. You're going to have to make choices of your own. Your parents cant always see what's in your best interest. I could take you to places you've never dreamed of. Think about it. Remember your parents don't have to know everything you're doing. Secrets can be very healthy. Make sure you do what's best for you. Call me Grant. I can give you the future you've always dreamed of." he spoke so confidently.
"Wow. Mr. Luthor. Thank you. I will. I think about it and get back to you. Goodbye Mr. Luthor." I said as I started to fly upward.
"I can make you a rich man. You could take care of your parents for the rest of their lives. Do the right thing, and call me." he shouted.
I waved and flew away. Is this my lucky day or what. I just got offered a job by Lex Luthor. I don't get way people talk smack about him. He seemed like a really nice guy. As I'm flying in the air, a big smile in my face. I'm stopped dead in flight by a figure floating in the air, arms folded over each other. Red, yellow and blue. Big S on his chest.
"I saw what you did back there. Nice job." he said.
"Um...I...um...shessh." tongue tied to the end. This was Superman we're talking about. He laughed.
"I haven't seen you around here before. I'm Superman and you are?" he asked.
I know he's Superman, hence the reason I'm tongue tied. I'm looking at what has to be the most gorgeous man on the face of the planet.
"I'm Superman nice to meet you Grant. I mean...I'm Grant, nice to meet you Superman." turning ten shades of red. He lightly laughs again.
"So is that just Grant, like it's just Madonna?" he asks.
"No...but I kind of don't want to say my last name." I should have worn a mask. Although hello, he does have x-ray vision.
"Are you in some kind of trouble Grant?" he asks, concern all over his face.
"No sir. Nothing like that. My parents just don't want me to be apart of the superhero world. They would be none to pleased to know I used my powers in public." I said, putting my head down.
"I understand. Then you probably shouldn't be out in public using your powers in you don't want to get caught."
"I know. I was planning on it. I just saw that someone was trying to kill Mr. Luthor, what other choice did I have." I said.
"Well your parents have raised you well. You made the right choice. Now shouldn't you be in school?" he asked. When all of the sudden he whips his head around.
"I'm sorry Grant, I have to go. There has been an explosion in San Francisco." he started.
"Wait that's where I'm from. My parents...Oh my God. It started. It's the Injustice Gang and the Rouges isn't it?" I asked panicked.
"I'm afraid so. Grant you'd better stay here for now. I'll come back to...Grant! Grant come back." he shouted.
But I couldn't wait there, my parents are at war. I need to be there. I need to know what's going on. I fly faster then I've ever flown before. But that doesn't stop him from catching up to me.
"Grant, listen to me. You cant go there, trust me on this. This isn't the place for you right now." he said urgently. Which only leads me to believe that something really bad is happening back home.
"You don't understand. My parents are there, not just living there. They're apart of the JSA." I shot back.
"What? But who, I know all of them." he asked.
"Damage and Liberty Belle." I said through gritted teeth. Tears were already streaming down my face. The panic was overwhelming me. My heart was pounding a hundred miles a second.
" <Superman to JLA watchtower.> "
" <Watchtower go ahead Superman.> "
" <I need conformation on Damage and Liberty Belle in San Francisco. Now>"
I heard him asking. I wasn't sure who he was talking to. And for as much as I feared the answer. I needed to know. I had to know. They have to be alright. They just have to be. Please let them be okay.
" <Both Damage and Liberty Belle are down. The blast you heard was cause by Damage. The death of Liberty Belle set him off.>"
"Grant. I'm...I'm so sorry..." he started. I took off faster then I ever though I could. I couldn't listen to him.
"It's not true. It cant be true. They're okay. My dad is almost indestructible. My mother can heal faster then the blink of an eye. They're okay. We're going to sit down and have dinner tonight. And after I'm going to nuzzle into my dads neck and tell him all about the adventures I had today. And he'll try and get mad, then tell me not to tell my mother. But he's proud that I'm becoming my own man. Then we'll laugh all about it. I'll hug and kiss them goodnight. And we'll wake up tomorrow to another episode of Grant's wet dreams. And mom will think something happened. And dad will laugh. And tell me how every man would kill to have the same problem. And everything will just like it always is. Oh God. Daddy!" I was rambling nervously. I had completely forgotten that Superman was there. That he could hear every word I was saying.
We arrived in San Francisco. I saw the big crater in the ground, and knew that was where they would be. Superman grabbed onto my shoulders.
"Don't. Let go of me." I shouted.
"Grant. Please. You don't want to go down there." he said.
My body began to glow. The anger in me rising. The energy forming in my body exploded out sending Superman flying backward. I took the opportunity and flew down to the ground. There in the center of the crater was two bodies. I walked forward, in the longest walk of my life.
Donna Troy POV
I heard an explosion in the sky. I turned from my friends lying there in the center of the crater, to see Superman being thrown backwards. In shock and disbelief I see that Grant Jr. is the reason why. I watch as he flies down. I want to run and stop him, to save him from the pain. But I know that if it were me, no one would be able to get in my way. I watched as he made it over to his parents bodies. He fell to his knees and began to whale.
"Mom, Dad. Please. You cant be dead. Wake up. Just wake up." he cried.
My heart was broken in two. My best friend lay motionless. Their only son hunched over his parents bodies. I walked over to him. Soon being joined by Superman, Jay Garrick, Hawk Man, Hawk Girl, Flash, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Doctor Midnite, Amazing-Man, Mister Terrific, Star girl, Wild Cat, Starman and others. Everyone hanging their heads down. It was truly a dark day for super heroes.
"GET AWAY FROM US! HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN. HOW COULD YOU LET THEM KILL MY PARENTS." Grant shouted. Surprised by the fact that Damage and Liberty Belle had a son. Only a few of us, shared this secret.
"G...Grrannt, mmyyy, Ssonn. Cough, Cough." Damage tried speaking.
"Oh my God...Dad...Your alive. Oh Dad...I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything I said this morning." Grant spoke between sobs.
"Son. Listen to me. Cough. Cough. I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you. Cough. Cough. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't save your mother. I'm sorry I wont be there to watch you graduate. To watch you...Cough. Cough. Go to prom. To see you become the great man I knew you're going to be. Cough. Cough." Damage spoke, the blood shouting out of his mouth each time he coughed.
"Daddy please. Don't talk like that. You're going to be okay. You're going to be with me. I need you. I cant live without you. Dad...you're my best friend...my only friend. You have to fight...you have to fight to stay with me. I cant do this, I cant do it without you. Please." his voice barely understandable between sobs.
"Junior. You can do it. And my spirit will live on inside you always. Cough. Cough. I'll always be with you. Donna, where is Donna?" he asked.
"I'm right here." I said.
"Donna promise me you'll take care of him. Cough. Cough. Promise me you'll take care of our boy. It was Jesse's wish. Our will is in the safe in the house." Damage said, as the final breaths began to leave his body.
"I promise you. I promise I will take care of him, as if he was my own." my voice cracking.
"No daddy, I don't want anyone else. I need you. I want you." Grant said.
"I...I love you...my little man...remember your daddy loved you..." Damage said as the final breath left his body.
"Arahhhhhh. NOOOOOO. Daddy. Don't do this to me. Don't leave me. Dad. No God, no. Dad, come back, come back to me. Dad please." Grant cried out his final words. As he buried his head into his fathers neck and laid there. I kneeled down and wrapped my arms around him.
They say the hardships of life can only make you stronger. But the pain of losing your parents, how do you find the strength to move on? How do you come back stronger from that?
Days went by and he never left his room. I took meals to him only to find them not eaten. Every night I heard the crying of a young man with a hole in his heart. And every night it only broke my heart more than I thought possible.
Heroes came to pay their respects. Some just to check on Grant. Superman came by daily. But Grant never opened his door to anyone.
"Donna he cant stay in his room forever. He has to eat something." Superman began.
"I've tried everything to get him out. Tried even feeding him myself. He wont speak. It's like he's gone catatonic."
"They were his world. It's understandable. But we cant let this go on. He's starving himself to death." Superman said.
"The memorial is tomorrow. I'm hoping he'll snap out of it to be there. Maybe it will start the healing process. I just don't know."
"I'll come here early tomorrow and help to get him dressed. I'm sure it will be easier for a guy to do it." Superman said.
"Thank you so much. This means more to me than you'll ever know."
"He's a good kid. And his parents were my friends. It's the least I can do. Do you need anything before I go?" he asked.
"No thank you. You've done enough by coming everyday. I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight then." he said as he walked out the door and flew away.
His parents had taken care of everything. They set their will up so that I would have custody of Grant Jr. in the event of their deaths. His mother's company Quickstart Enterprises was all taken care of. They set up a collage trust fund. And an insurance policy to take care of him financially. The house was paid in full. Grant would want for nothing, only the longing for his parents. I walked up to his room and knocked on the door, hoping today he would answer. He didn't. I walked inside. There he was laying on his bed staring out the window.
"Grant honey. You should really eat something. You're going to need your strength for tomorrow. Superman is going to be here in the morning to help you get ready. He thought you'd be to embarrassed for me to help you. I didn't tell him I used to wash your bottom when you were a little boy. He really cares about you. Everyone does. People have been coming over to visit you everyday. After the memorial will be having the wake here. Grant please. Talk to me. You're scaring me. I don't know what to do for you. I don't know how to help you..." I said as I put my head in my hands and began to cry. Suddenly I felt his hand rubbing my back.
"Bring them back. Aunt Donna, please bring them back. You've died and come back many times." his voice was so raspy, so coarse and hard.
"I don't have that kind of power. No one does. I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry. You remember when I lost my husband and son. I did everything to bring them back. I tried everything. But nothing worked. That's not the way life works." I said morosely.
"What am I going to do without them? How do I live without them?" he asked.
"You're going to be the man they wanted you to be. And you have me, I'll always be here for you. I love you honey. And now your stuck with me."
"Thanks aunt Donna. But it's not the same. Nothing will ever be the same." he said. I laid down next to him and wrapped my arms around him. There were no more words to be said that night. There was no comforting things I could think of. So I just held him. Running my fingers through his hair, till we fell asleep.
I will spend the rest of my life taking care of him. I promised. And I meant it.
The morning came.
The son lit up my room. I looked out my window to see that is was going to be a beautiful day. But there was no song in my heart. No feeling in my body. I was numb and I didn't care. There was a knock at my door, and in walked Superman. At any other point in my life, that would have been a very exciting thing. But today it did nothing for me.
"Hello Grant. I thought you could use some help getting ready." he said. I just stared out the window. He walked over to my bed and picked me up. It was like I was a feather to him. He carried me to the bathroom. I tried to stand my legs were weak. I wanted to protest. But I realized without his help, I wouldn't be able to get ready. He undressed me. Taking off my shirt and pajama bottoms. He removed my underwear. I could feel my face turning red. But there was no other choice. He sat me on the toilet while he turned the hot water on in the tub, filling it up. He stood me in front of the mirror and put shaving cream on my face. He began shaving me. His body was pressed firmly against my backside. The warmth radiating from his body felt good. His left arm was wrapped around my chest holding me against him. While his right hand shaved my face. Although I was numb, my body had different things going on. The feeling of his body pressed against mine began to excite me. I could feel his manhood resting against the crack of my butt cheeks. I wouldn't have noticed I had an erection if it wasn't for the fact that my cock pushing against the counter in front of me. I moved my hands quickly in front of my crotch to try and hide it. My eyes locked with his, and a faint smile crossed his face.
"It's only natural. Happens to me all the time." he said it a matter of fact like. The blood filled my cheeks and my face lit up red. This was Superman after all.
"You must work out. Your body is really defined for such a young kid." he said.
"I'm not a kid. I'm 17 years old." I retorted.
"I'm sorry. A young man. I was really impressed with your strength. Not many people can cause me to be sent flying back." he sounded proud.
"I'm sorry. I...I just didn't know what to do."
"Don't be sorry. It pleases me to know you can take care of yourself." he still sounded proud.
"I don't know about all that. That was the first time that ever happened. Don't really know how I even did it." Without even realizing it, I was grinding my ass into his crotch. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Or why I was even doing it. And hello I was doing it to a guy who could kill me in a millisecond.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" he asked.
"Um. Me...um...no...I don't date." stupid, stupid, stupid.
"You don't date. Why is that. A good looking guy like yourself. I bet you drive them wild at school?" he asked. A smile on his face.
"I pretty much keep to myself. Dad wants me to go to school and come straight home after. Doesn't really leave me a lot of time to hang out with anyone. Plus in didn't matter. My dad is...was my best friend." I trailed off.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." he started.
"No. I have to get used to it. My parents are dead and they're never coming back. I lost my best friend. I swear I'm not going to go back into a catatonic state again." and I meant it. I couldn't did it anymore. I needed to snap out of it. Today was my parents memorial. And the first time people would meet the son of the great Damage and Liberty Belle. I had to make my parents proud. He finished shaving me. And carried me over to the tub and gently put me inside. My cock was still hard and the head was sticking out of the water. I tried not to pay attention to it.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"Well to tell you the truth. You stink. I could smell you from outside the house."
I wanted to sink into the tub.
"Thanks a lot." I said. He laughed, louder than I've heard him laugh before, which caused me to laugh. It felt strange, like a new sensation. I'd forgotten what it was like.
"Other than that. I really like you. And your parents were my friends. And I'd like us to become friends. If you want?" he asked. His eyes were serious. As he scrubbed my body with a wash cloth, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Superman was giving me a bath. Asking me to be his friend. I suddenly felt...safe.
"Well, now that you've already seen me naked. I really don't have any other choice."
"Oh. So it's a prerequisite to see you naked in order to be your friend?" he tried to act stunned.
"Please. Other than my parents. You're the first person to see me naked. No less with a raging hard on." it was starting to be very easy to talk to him. Most people feel intimidated by his presence. Here I am joking about my erection. He began laughing again.
"Ahh. To be young again. It just seems to have a mind of it's own doesn't it? Just doesn't want to go down." and he was right. It didn't help that he was now washing my crotch. Gently massaging my balls, getting in all the tight spots. Then coming up and rubbing my shaft back and forth.
"If I didn't know any better, I would think your enjoying this." I said.
"You'll never really know. You might think you know. But you wont really know." he said cryptically. But somewhere in his eyes, it seemed to me that he was enjoying this. And for my own personal reasons, I will always think that he is.
"Hmmm. There is a way I could find out. But I wouldn't want to lose my arm." I said Cooley.
"Really? What way would that be?" he asked, fully knowing what I was talking about. I think he was truly trying to distract me and I was happy for the distraction. It would soon be a really long day. Five minutes of acting like a normal person wouldn't hurt me. Not that there was anything normal about this.
"Me grabbing your crotch to see if you're enjoying this or not." my cheeks burning red now. But I kept eye contact the whole time.
"Hmmm. That would be a sure way of knowing. But you are a minor. And that would be wrong." he smile never leaving his face and his eyes never breaking the stare as he spoke.
"That wasn't a no you cant. That was almost an admission of guilt. Why Superman, did I give you a happy?" We both began laughing. And if felt amazing. My body was coming back to me. My legs and arms. My stomach ached with the pain of hunger. Thirst. And drool over Superman. He pulled the plug out of the drain and raised me up. He turned the shower on and let the soapy water rinse off my body. I got out of the tub and he dried me off. I put my hands on his shoulders for extra support. My erection stayed. My cock swing back and forth in front of his face. I was enjoying myself more than I should have been. But who cares, I would probably never have the chance again. He would look from my long thick cock, back up to my eyes and then down again. He toweled my balls, and my cock and then pulled my cock down and let it fly up and smack my belly.
"Tease." I said.
"Damn Skippy." he said. I started shaking from being so cold. No food equals no body heat. He noticed so he stood back and his eyes became red and he sent bursts of his heat vision to warm me up. It was amazing. He carried me into my room and dressed me in the suit that was hanging on the closet door. I could have finished myself, but I was going to milk this for all I was worth. After he was done he held me in front of the mirror. I couldn't stand to see myself, I felt like I looked like the shell of the person I was. I turned around quickly.
"What's the matter? I thought I did a great job. I think you look fantastic." he asked chagrined.
"You did an amazing job. Truly. Thank you so much. You'll never know how much this meant. Really never know. (Jack off fantasies for life) I just don't feel very attractive right now. Not eating for a weak can do that to a person."
"Grant. You still look amazing. Your as handsome as your old man was. I swear." he adjusted my tie. And then I looked back in the mirror, and realized that it was hard to look in the mirror because I looked a lot like my father. Would that be a good thing, or a bad one. Only time will tell.
"Let's go get you something to eat." he said as he held out his hand to take mine.
We headed downstairs. Everything seemed so different. I kept waiting for my parents to call for me, but they never would again.
"Grant. Honey. Don't you just clean up well. Come on, I made you some breakfast." aunt Donna said.
"Thanks." we sat down and once I smelled the pancakes, my body went into a frenzy. I began eating like I had never eaten before. The two of them laughed at me. But I could see the happiness in their eyes that I was finally eating. My dad was right. Aunt Donna would love me and take care of me. And now I just made a friend that I know will always be looking out for me. And who better a friend than Superman.
I had never seen a sight like this before. It seemed like ever superhero was here today. And many non superheroes lined the streets. My heart was overjoyed by the love these people felt for my parents. A monument to my parents and the people who's lives were lost that day, now stood erect in the center of the crater. No one would forget that day. Everyone's lives were changed. Members of JSA got up to the podium and spoke kind words about my parents. Superman and other members of the JLA also spoke. Some people I didn't know as well. Aunt Donna kept asking me to go up there and speak. I didn't want to. No one here even knew me, knew my parents had a son. But I knew I had to. They were my parents. I walked up to the podium, my heart pounding in my chest. Fighting back the tears that threaten to pore out.
"Most of you don't know who I am. My parents wanted it that way. They wanted to keep me safe. Give me a chance to have a normal life. My name is Grant Albert Emerson Jr. Everyone has talked about their bravery, their courage. Their determination to fighting evil. But to me, they we're just Mom and Dad. I didn't get to see them in action. They kept that part of their lives away from me. But that didn't stop me from seeing just how super they really were. I saw my mother this strong amazing woman, who had to take care of my Dad and me. And if you don't think that was a handful. (People start laughing) She used to say, taking down Doctor Light and Mirror Master is far easier then dealing with you and your father. (Some people chuckled others began to tear up.)
My father was my best friend. He may have had superpowers, but that meant nothing to me. He was my hero. He did everything with me. He wanted to make the world a safer place for me to grow up in. He wanted to show me the world. He had a horrible childhood. Filled with misery and pain. I never realized it before now, but he was living the childhood he had wished he had, through me. Everything I experienced, was a new experience for...(I said I wasn't going to cry. But once the flood gates opened, there was no stopping it.)...For him too. I'm sorry...I..." I couldn't go on. Superman came and wrapped his arms around me and we walked back over to aunt Donna. I cried and cried into Superman's chest. While Aunt Donna hugged me from behind. The rest of the memorial was a blur, literally.
We walked up to the Monument and set roses down for my parents. Then went back to the limo and went home.
I washed my face. People would be coming over and I wanted to be presentable.
Many thoughts where flying around my head. Things that I couldn't think before. How did they die? Who killed them? I wanted answers. But I knew the only way I would get them, was when people saw that I was able to handle it. Someone took away my life, I would take theirs away. My sadness was moving forward and becoming anger. I don't know the proper steps. But I knew what I was feeling. And I was starting to know what I wanted. Revenge. Who in the Injustice Gang or the Rogue's killed my parents? That would be my mission in life. To make them pay.
I pushed aside those thoughts and focused on the task at hand.
People came and shook my hand. Gave condolences. As well as the standard `If you ever need anything, you just let me know'. It was kind. But they were strangers. And the only think I wanted now, no one here would ever help me with. It was something I needed to do on my own.
I listened to stories and adventures that my parents shared. I learned all about my parents heroics. Things I never knew about them. The side they rarely ever showed me. I was proud of them. I wanted to be like them. But I knew that would never happen for me. For I would have to kill one day. And the first rule of a crime fighting superhero was thou shall not kill. I couldn't follow their footsteps. But I was going to avenge their deaths. I would do what no one here could do.
I will learn how to fight. Learn to control my powers. Become as lethal as I possibly could. And make the killer or killers suffer unspeakable torments.
It was a long day.
The final guests had left. It was just Aunt Donna, and Superman in the end.
"Are you two going to be okay? I could stay the night, if you would like." Superman asked. I wanted to say yes. To have him sleep with me in my bed. (Gutter, Gutter, Gutter) I wanted him to sleep in my bed because it would feel like my father was with me.
"Thank you KAL. But we will be okay." Donna answered before I could protest. Not that I was going to say what was on my mind.
"Grant why don't you walk me out." Superman asks, you do. I walked outside with him.
"If you ever need me, know that I will always be there for you. You're a special kid to me. Do you understand?" he asked.
"I'm not a kid! And yes I understand. Thanks for putting up with me today."
"No, you're not a kid. And it was my pleasure." He said with a wink. I realized then what he was talking about but he was already up in the air.
"That's cheating!" I shouted up into the air. He laughed as he flew away. I went back into the house. And helped Aunt Donna clean up. A few more of her friends dropped by. Specifically, the Flash, Starfire, and Nightwing. I wasn't in the mood to deal with any more people. So I made a quick exit before the realized I was even there. Not before stealing a quick glance at the package on Nightwing. Can we say WOW. His costume is like a second skin. His large pecks, his eight pack abs, leading down to the main prize that sweet large basket in his tights. Okay, now I'm hard again. I quickly run up the stairs.
"Grant? Grant I want you to meet some friends of mine." Aunt Donna called.
Okay, cant really go back down with my cock all hard. It worked for Kyle XY, maybe it'll work for me. Grapefruit. Grapefruit. I look down, but I'm still hard. Damn it.
"Grant?" she calls again.
"Coming!" I shout. This isn't happening. It'll go down. It'll go down. Just stop thinking about it.
"Grant. These are some of my best friends. Flash, who you already know. Starfire. And Nightwing." She beamed.
"Hi!" Okay, so what was I suppose to say. They shook my hand. Gave their condolences. And stared at me for the longest time.
"Donna we need to talk!" Nightwing said. His voice full of authority.
"I'm going to just be upstairs. Nice to meet you all." I slowly walked up the stairs. Debating if he was telling her they need to talk because he wanted to give me a way out, noticing me being uncomfortable. Or if they wanted to talk about what happened. Either way, I don't have super hearing, but I do know my house. I know where I need to be to hear them talking in the kitchen. Used to do it all the time when my parents were having the "private" conversations. So I run up stairs to my bathroom and open the vent and listen.
"Does he know anything?" Nightwing asked.
"He hasn't said anything at all. He hasn't even so much as asked about how they died." Donna answered.
"But sooner or later he will ask. We don't even know what kind of powers he has. If he finds out, there is no telling what he will do." Nightwing's toned showed the seriousness of the situation.
"Dick, it wont come to that. You don't even know him. He's a good kid. He's not capable of hurting anyone. I've watched him grow up. I've been there all his life, he's the type of kid that brushes his teeth after every meal. Washes behind his ears. Kisses his parents goodnight. His dad still tucked him into bed for pete's sake!" there was anger in her voice.
Okay why is she telling people I don't know these things. How ugly. And embarrassing. I sound like a spas`.
"Donna, don't get all defensive. We're just concerned. We've all been there. Someone close to each of us has been killed, murdered. What did any of us do. We were just like him once. Loving families, carefree lives. Good kids. And one day that all changed, sending us down a road of revenge. If we weren't taken in by our mentors, there is no telling what we would have done." Nightwing continued.
"Then we'll be his mentors. We'll be the voice of reason in his head. We'll train him. Guide him. Just like the others have done for us." Donna said.
"You're serious. Donna that's just crazy. His parents spent their lives keeping him from this world, you want to bring him into it. We can't do that to him. It's not right." Nightwing urged.
"You said it yourself. It's what happened to us, and look how we turned out." Donna said.
"I believe the boy is old enough to make the decision on his own. We should ask him." Starfire interjected.
"Are you guys hearing yourselves. You want to take this sheltered kid and throw him into our chaotic world. A world where he has to fight to survive. How can you think this is okay?" Nightwing spoke angrily.
They continued their discussion on my future. I just sat back and listened. I knew there would be difficult times ahead. Choices that I would have to make. I know it wont be easy. But I know what I need to do. I know what I have to do. And nothing will stand in my way.
"So he's the son of Superheroes. Go figure. Now more than ever he'll need a friend. He'll need me." Lex said.
"Lex, what makes you think he's going to turn to you for help?" Mercy asked.
"Easy. The boy will want revenge. The heroes wont help him. But I will be more than happy to help him. In return for his loyalty to me. His parents are two of the strongest superheroes there are. There is no telling how powerful he will be. If I channel his powers to serve me, I will be unstoppable." Lex smiled evilly.
"How will you even get to him? He'll have suits protecting him." Mercy asked.
"I'm Lex Luthor, there is no one that is out of my reach." Lex said and then began laughing.
The Injustice Gang's Satellite
"Prometheus you killed his parents. You've made us the number one sought for villains of the world. Every costumed freak will be after us. We're dead." Mirror Master began.
"I killed two of them. Me I did it. I killed them. We were surrounded, there was no way out. I was sure we had lost. I was sure we would all be in jail by now. Then I saw my window of opportunity. I knew I would never have a moment like that again. And I took it. Yes I killed his parents. Yes they'll be looking for me. Let them come. I'll be ready. I've killed two superheroes. I'll kill them all. And now we have completed the first part of our mission. Soon we will have nothing to fear. Soon they will fear us." Prometheus began sounding more and more like he was insane.
"You're bloody mad. You haven't even let us in on the plan. All we know is we were a distraction, while you retrieved some box. What's in the box Prometheus? What is this all about? What did we risk our asses for? I want answers and I want them now!" Mirror Master demanded.
Prometheus grabbed him by the neck and ran him into the wall. He busted his head again and again into the wall.
"Don't you ever question me. You've all been paid. You've all made your choices to be here. If you get loud with me again, I'll kill you myself. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" he asked angrily.
"Choke. Cough. Cough. Yes. I understand. Can't breath." Mirror Master gasped for air.
"Now Does anyone else have a problem they'd like to discuss? No. Okay then. Time for phase two." Prometheus continued.
"Prometheus. We need to move the time table up. Abra Kadabra had the time table wrong. We need the other two boxes and the boy." Circe began.
"Don't let me catch Abra Kadabra around here. I ring his neck. So tell me Circe, did you find the second box?" Prometheus asked.
"Of course I found it. Do you take me for one of your little stooges?" Circe asked.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you? Don't answer that. As for the boy. That will be easy. He'll come straight to us. Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha."
One Month Later-
Life had become routine for me. Get up. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. Go to school. Come home. Superman/KAL. He prefers I call him KAL. Has made a routine of stopping by. I think he's trying to create some normalcy for me. I've began reading every article written in the news papers about what happened to my parents. Looking for any clue as to who is responsible. Lois Lane has written the most thorough articles, but no one person was pin pointed.
So I have to slowly work the people that were at the scene to find out. After what I over heard Nightwing saying, I'm making sure to be extra careful not to let on what I'm really up to. He still keeps coming around. He just rubs me the wrong way. And not in the rubbing my body down kind a way. Although that would be really hot. Of track. Off track. Nightwing just came over to talk to Donna. KAL just happen to be here. I was upstairs finishing my homework. Okay so I was actually eavesdropping through the vent. But that's not the point. Let's take a listen, shall we!
"Donna I understand. But you left us hanging the other night. Cyborg had to replace his leg. And Garth was almost killed. We need you." Nightwing started.
"Dick. I'm doing the best I can. It's only been a month. I'm trying to easy him into life after his parents death. I just need a little more time." Donna pleaded.
"If you need assistance you could always count on the JLA. And Donna you know I'll take care of Grant any time you need me to." KAL said. Please let her say yes. Not that I needed being taken care of. Just that I wanted some one on one time.
"Thanks KAL. But the Titans discussed it already and we feel it's in the best interest of Grant, if he stays away from the Super powered community." Donna spoke accusatorily.
"That's ridiculous. Who came up with that idea?" KAL asked.
"DICK!" Donna answered.
"If it was Batman's choice he would have had Grant in training already. What's stopping you Dick?" KAL asked.
"I'm trying to follow his parents wishes. They kept him out of our world. Do you really think its right to bring him into it?" Nightwing asked.
"I think he's old enough to chose what's best for him. He's a lot stronger than you think. He might just surprise you. If we talked to Bruce and Diana, I'm sure they would agree that training him is in his best interest." KAL spoke with such a voice of command. How could you argue with him.
"There's no need to talk to them about this. The Titans are prepared to handle this within our own group." Nightwing quickly interjected. Go Superman. Way to use reverse psychology.
"That's good to know. I've always told Bruce, what a great leader you are Nightwing. I think you will make a great teacher for Grant. I'm going to tell him goodnight. If you need any help, remember I'm always here." KAL said.
I ran to my bedroom. Jumped on my bed and made it look like I was reading.
"Hey. I'm going to be leaving, so I just wanted to say goodnight." he said.
"We didn't really get to hang out. Sorry. Just had a lot of homework." I said.
"Mmhmm. Don't forget I have x-ray vision and super hearing. I know you were in the bathroom, listening through the vent." he said with a smile.
"Hmmm. And why are you using your x-ray vision on me, while I'm in the bathroom. Trying to see something interesting?" I was trying to change the subject. He walks over to the window and steps out it. He's floating there. Turns back and looks at me.
"Either way I know you don't do that till 1am. Right before you go to bed. Your towel is under your bed. Goodnight dirty boy." he started flying away.
"I'm on to you Superman. I'm on to you. Pay back. Just you wait. Someway, somehow. I'll get you." I shouted.
Suddenly Nightwing and Donna come running up into my room.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Donna asked all panicked.
"What? What do you mean?" I asked.
"We heard you yelling. We thought something happened." she said.
"Aunt Donna. I was with Superman. What could possibly happen to me?" I said laughingly.
"What were you yelling about?" she asked.
"Oh...um...it was an inside joke between us." but really we were talking about him watching me jack off.
"Oh. Well. Nightwing and I would like to talk to you for a minute." she started.
"Okay. Sounds serious." I already knew. But let them sweat it out.
"We want to know if you would like to start training with the Titans?" Donna asked.
"Nightwing, is that what you want as well?" I had to ask.
"It wont be a game. It will be a lot of hard work. A lot of dedication. You're life will become strict. And I mean after school training. Before school training. Weekends." Nightwing started.
"That didn't answer my question. I have this strange feeling that you don't like me. Am I right?" I needed to know.
"No. You wrong. You're very wrong." he said.
"Than why have you been so against me learning anything. Why are you trying to keep me away from this?" I asked.
"I've been doing what I thought was best for you. What I thought your parents would want. I just wanted to protect you for what I had to deal with in my life. My parents were killed. I had to watch. After Batman trained me, I went out looking to get my revenge. If Batman hadn't stopped me I would have succeeded. I just didn't want you to have to go through the same thing I did. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I didn't like you. In fact I admirer you. You're a lot stronger than I was after my parents death. Truly." he said. It was the nicest thing he's said to me. And I could see the sincerity in his eyes.
"I'm sorry I assumed. I know it will be hard work. But I'm ready. I want this." I said.
"Then we begin tomorrow. Know I'm going to be really hard on you. This wont be easy. I'm going to push you to all your limits and then beyond. You will listen to what I say, when I say it. You will do what your told, when your told. I'm going to make you hate me. But it's only cause it will save your life and the lives of those around you. Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day." Nightwing said. There is something about a man with authority. I was getting turned on. But this is what I wanted. In order to do what needs to be done. I would learn everything he has to teach me. Before I make my move. They walk out so I run to my trusty vent.
"Do you think we're doing the right thing?" Donna asks.
"Now you're having second thoughts. I'll take care of him. It's too late to go back now. We asked him. He said yes. Now we just make sure he doesn't make the same mistakes we do." he said.
"I hope his parents are okay with this. I just want to do right by him. Donna said.
I left my vent and went to my mirror. I need to get my game face on. Tomorrow is the beginning. Tomorrow I start on a road I can never come back from. So I have to ask myself...Are you ready to become a murder. Because that's what's going to happen. That's what needs to happen. Someone out there killed my parents. I OWE THEM PAIN.
End Chapter One-